The Professor's Forbidden Punishment 3

By Wednesday evening, I was completely losing my mind.

The entire week had been torture. Every time I sat in Professor Kane’s lecture, I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was how he bent me over his desk, how his thick fingers stretched me, how deep his cock felt inside me, and how he left his cum dripping down my thighs as I walked home like a dirty secret. My body was constantly aching for more. I hated how much I craved it. I kept telling myself this was wrong — that I should stop before it went too far. But when 6:40 PM came, I was already standing outside his office, heart racing, panties already damp.

I knocked softly.

“Come in, Emily.”

I locked the door behind me. The office felt different tonight. The lights were even dimmer, the curtains completely shut, creating an intimate, dangerous atmosphere. Professor Kane was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, looking at me like a predator who knew his prey was already caught.

“You’re early again,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “That means you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”

I nodded slowly, too embarrassed to speak at first.

He walked toward me slowly and stopped just inches away. “Use your words, little girl. Tell me exactly what you’ve been thinking about.”

I swallowed hard. “I… I couldn’t stop remembering what you did to me on Monday. How you touched me… how you fucked me.”

A dark, satisfied smile spread across his face. “Good girl. Now take off all your clothes. Slowly. I want to enjoy every second of this.”

My hands trembled as I obeyed. I removed my top, then my bra, letting my breasts spill free. Then my skirt and finally my panties. I stood completely naked in front of my professor, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

He took his time looking at me, his eyes roaming over my breasts, my stomach, and my shaved pussy. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Bend over the desk. Ass up.”

I bent over, pressing my naked breasts against the cool wood, pushing my ass toward him. He stepped behind me and spread my legs wider.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he said, running his fingers along my slit. “Already dripping for me. You really have become such a needy little slut.”

He pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I moaned loudly. He started slow, then gradually added a third, and then a fourth, stretching me wide open. He fucked me with his fingers for a long time — deep, twisting strokes, curling them against my g-spot over and over.

“Oh fuck… Professor…” I whimpered.

He spanked my ass hard while fingering me. “You love this, don’t you? Being used by your professor like a cheap whore.”

“Yes…” I moaned, pushing back against his hand.

He kept going for what felt like forever, bringing me close to the edge multiple times but never letting me cum. Every time I got close, he slowed down or pulled his fingers almost all the way out, teasing me cruelly.

“Please… I need to cum…” I begged, voice breaking.

“Not yet,” he growled. “Tonight you’re going to earn it properly.”

He suddenly dropped to his knees behind me and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue licked me hungrily — long strokes from my clit to my entrance, then pushing inside me. He sucked on my clit hard while sliding two fingers back inside me.

I cried out, my legs shaking. The pleasure was overwhelming. He ate me out like he was starving, licking, sucking, and fingering me at the same time until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Cum on my tongue,” he ordered.

I exploded. My orgasm hit me so hard that I screamed, my pussy gushing on his face as my whole body convulsed. He kept licking me through it, not stopping until I was a trembling, oversensitive mess.

Only then did he stand up. I heard his belt and zipper. He rubbed his thick, hard cock against my soaked entrance.

“Beg for it,” he commanded.

“Please, Professor… fuck me. I need your cock so badly.”

He thrust into me in one powerful motion, burying himself balls-deep. I gasped at the sudden fullness. He started fucking me hard and deep, his hips slamming against my ass. Every thrust felt like it was hitting the deepest part of me.

“Fuck, this pussy is perfect,” he groaned. “So tight. So wet for me.”

He grabbed my hips and pounded me relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. He spanked me repeatedly while destroying my pussy, making my ass burn deliciously.

After several minutes, he pulled out, turned me around, and lifted me onto the desk. He spread my legs wide and thrust back inside me, fucking me face-to-face. He leaned down and sucked on my nipples while pounding into me.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he demanded.

I looked into his eyes, moaning uncontrollably as he fucked me harder. My third orgasm hit me violently. I cried out, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock as waves of pleasure ripped through me.

He didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, chasing his own release. Finally, with a deep groan, he buried himself as deep as possible and came inside me. I felt thick, hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy. He kept thrusting slowly, pushing his seed deeper into me.

We stayed connected for a long moment, both breathing heavily.

He finally pulled out and watched his cum leak out of my ruined pussy. Then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply.

“You’ve done very well, Emily,” he whispered. “Your grades are safe. You passed with flying colors.”

I looked up at him, still naked and dripping with his cum.

“Does this mean it’s over?” I asked softly.

Professor Kane smiled and stroked my hair.

“No, baby. This is only the beginning. You belong to me now. You’ll keep coming back because you need this. Because you need me.”

And as I stood there, covered in his cum, I realized he was right.

I had become his personal slut.

And I didn’t want it to end.