My class teacher fu*ck me like i am a b!tch

 

Professor Ryan Carter taught advanced calculus at a prestigious private college in Southern California. At 38 years old, he was tall, broad-shouldered, and still in excellent shape from years of gym discipline. His deep, commanding voice could make any student nervous — or wet. What most people didn’t know was that his cock was unusually thick and long, nearly 9 inches when fully hard, with heavy balls that produced thick loads.

In his senior-level class sat 18-year-old Emily Brooks, a freshman who had skipped a year in high school. She looked younger than her age — petite frame, smooth pale skin, long brown hair that fell to her mid-back, and big innocent hazel eyes. But her body told a different story. She had perky, firm C-cup breasts that sat high on her chest, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a perfectly round, juicy ass that jiggled slightly when she walked. Her pussy was completely shaved, pink, and incredibly tight — the kind that gripped like a vice.

From the very first lecture, Emily became obsessed with Professor Carter. She always chose the front row seat, wearing short pleated skirts that barely reached mid-thigh, tight crop tops or thin blouses that made her hard nipples clearly visible, and sometimes no bra at all. She would sit with her legs slightly parted, pretending to take notes while secretly rubbing her thighs together, imagining the professor bending her over his desk.

Professor Carter noticed everything. He saw how Emily’s cheeks flushed when he looked at her, how she bit her lip during his lectures, and how her nipples stiffened every time he walked close to her desk. He knew she was a little cock-hungry slut underneath that innocent face.

One Friday afternoon, the final class of the week ended. Students packed up and left quickly, eager for the weekend. Emily stayed behind, slowly putting her books away.

“Miss Brooks,” Professor Carter said in his low, authoritative voice as he locked the classroom door with a loud click, “you’re failing my class. Your last test was a disaster. But I believe in giving special students… extra credit opportunities.”

Emily’s heart pounded. She turned around, clutching her notebook to her chest. “I… I really want to improve, Professor.”

He walked toward her slowly, like a predator. When he reached her, he grabbed her chin firmly and tilted her face up.

“Drop the innocent act, Emily. I’ve seen how you look at me. How you spread your legs under the desk like a desperate little whore. You’ve been teasing my cock for weeks.”

Emily’s face turned bright red, but her pussy instantly flooded with wetness. She whispered, “I’m sorry, Professor… I can’t help it. I think about you every night.”

Professor Carter smirked. Without warning, he pushed her back against the large wooden desk and yanked her short skirt up to her waist. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her smooth, pink pussy was already glistening with arousal.

“Look at this sloppy little cunt,” he growled. “Already dripping for your professor’s cock.”

He shoved two thick fingers roughly into her tight hole. Emily gasped loudly, her legs trembling.

“Oh my God… Professor…”

“Shut up and spread your legs wider, slut.”

He finger-fucked her hard and fast, curling his fingers to hit her G-spot while his thumb rubbed her swollen clit. Emily moaned shamelessly, her juices running down his hand and dripping onto the desk.

After a minute, he pulled his fingers out and shoved them into her mouth.

“Taste how wet you are for me.”

Emily sucked his fingers clean like an obedient whore, her eyes locked on his.

Professor Carter unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive cock. It sprang free — thick, veiny, and rock-hard, the head already leaking precum.

“On your knees.”

Emily dropped instantly. She wrapped both small hands around his thick shaft and started stroking while looking up at him with those big innocent eyes.

“It’s so big, Professor…” she whispered before opening her mouth wide.

She took him in, sucking eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head. Professor Carter grabbed her hair and started fucking her throat deep, making her gag and drool all over his balls.

“That’s it… choke on Professor’s dick like a good little cumslut.”

Saliva dripped down her chin as he used her mouth roughly. After several minutes, he pulled her up by the hair, bent her over the desk, and kicked her legs apart.

He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, teasing her.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Professor… please fuck me. I need your big cock inside my tight pussy. Please stretch me…”

With one brutal thrust, he buried all 9 inches deep into her virgin-tight cunt.

“Aaaaaahhhh! Fuck! It’s too big!” Emily screamed, her nails digging into the desk.

Professor Carter didn’t slow down. He grabbed her hips and started pounding her mercilessly, his heavy balls slapping loudly against her clit with every savage stroke.

“Take it, you little whore. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Getting your college pussy destroyed by your professor.”

“Yes! Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder, Professor!” Emily cried out, her perky tits bouncing wildly under her thin top.

He reached forward and ripped her blouse open, exposing her firm breasts. He pinched and twisted her hard nipples while slamming into her even faster.

Emily’s legs shook violently. She was close.

“I’m gonna cum… Professor, I’m cumming on your cock!”

Her pussy clenched tightly around him as she came hard, squirting a little onto the floor. Professor Carter kept fucking her through her orgasm, not giving her any mercy.

He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back on the desk, and pushed her legs up to her shoulders. In this position, he could go even deeper.

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

Emily stared into his eyes as he drove his thick cock back into her dripping hole, pounding her with long, powerful strokes. Her tits bounced with every thrust.

After several more minutes of brutal fucking, Professor Carter growled, “I’m going to fill this tight little pussy with my cum.”

“Yes! Cum inside me, Professor! Breed your student slut!”

With a deep, animalistic groan, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb, so much that it started leaking out around his cock.

He stayed inside her for a moment, both of them breathing heavily.

Finally, he pulled out slowly. A thick stream of his white cum poured out of Emily’s ruined, gaping pussy and dripped down onto the desk.

Emily lay there, skirt around her waist, blouse torn open, legs still spread, looking completely used and satisfied.

She smiled weakly and whispered, “Thank you for the extra credit, Professor…”

Professor Carter wiped his cock on her thigh and smirked.

“This is just the beginning, Emily. Every Friday after class, you’ll stay behind. You’re my personal fucktoy now. And if you’re a very good girl, maybe I’ll even fuck that tight little ass next time.”

Emily bit her lip, already excited for next week.

“Whatever you want, Professor… I’m yours.”