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It all started with a look. Mr. Brooks was scanning the auditorium, seeing which students had their hands raised, and his eyes landed on her for just a second, maybe less. Maya had her water bottle on the table in front of her. She didn’t know what possessed her to sit forward and squeeze it between her breasts, but a look passed over his face, there and gone again in an instant.

Then he had his back to the class for a good long while, writing on the dry-erase board like his life depended on it.

She’d always had a thing for him but, from that day forward, her goal was simple: Get him to look at her. It wasn’t easy, because as determined as she was, he was almost as determined to avoid her, but she had her tricks. And every time she managed to catch his eye, she made sure it was memorable. She wore the raciest clothes, bustiers and painted-on jeans. She would smile so sweetly at him, biting her lip while sitting in such a way that he could see right up her skirt. No panties. Or she would wear a hoodie that she could zip or unzip at a moment’s notice, teasing him with glimpses of her lacy cleavage while everyone else around them took notes.

It gave her such a thrill, because there was always the chance that one of the other students would look back at her at just the wrong moment, and see what she was doing, but soon that wasn’t enough. She didn’t just want him to look at her, she wanted him to fuck her. That’s when she found his number, and started sending him pictures. She never identified herself. She never had to. That’s also when she decided enough’s enough, she would visit him during office hours.

Maya waited for the right day, when the weather was poor, and most students would be rushing home to avoid the worst of it. She picked the perfect time, too, just before the very end of his schedule, when the risk of interruptions was fairly low. Then she walked into his office… And locked the door. She dropped her bag to the floor but left her coat buttoned up as she sat in the chair across from him, all the while smiling that same sweet, innocent smile that was anything but.

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[socktavian]

Maya smiled all the brighter, emboldened by his reaction to her. She stood up, fingertips trailing along the edge of his desk as she circled around to his side, where he was sitting. For weeks, she’s been waiting for him to do something, like respond to any of the numerous late-night texts she sent him, or ask her to stop. He’s done neither, which could mean that some part of him liked the little game she was playing, but she couldn’t be sure until she saw him get flustered just by saying her name.

She’s decided the waiting is over, prepared to take matters, literally, into her own hands as her fingers undid the top two buttons of her wool coat, hinting at the pert breasts he's seen so many times, but never in person. Never this close. The cuffed sleeves revealed flashes of leather at her wrists. "I thought we could talk about my...  Extracurricular project," she murmured, sitting on the edge of of his desk, close enough that her thigh touched his arm. “Have you enjoyed my pictures?”

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It was too late but he decided to act. Maybe being firm and in control would set things right. He stood up and the instant he did he knew he made a mistake. Dress slacks were less than accommodating and the obvious erection he had was very, very prominent. He knew without looking down how clear it would look. Still, he locked his eyes on her, trying oh so hard not to let them dip down that top to catch more of a glimpse of something he was just about to rub one out to. His one hand went to the desk beside her and his attempt to ward her off came off far more like trapping her there between him and that surface. Even as he tried to forge ahead undeterred he watched her gaze, desperately hoping she did not look down. "This ends now."

Those words should be more final but now as he said them they seem so easy to twist. The games end now would be no better. She came prepared and he came at this half hearted and right on the edge where she needed him. The door behind her was locked, the office all theirs and it's not like anyone would be missing him anytime soon.

[socktavian]

He stood so suddenly, for a second she really worried that she might have misread him. As he stared her down, the look in his eyes said he wasn't the least bit interested... She's humiliated herself for nothing. "You don't really mean that," she said, turning her lovely face away, cheeks hot with embarrassment. And it was precisely at that moment that she spied the tented front of his slacks.

Oh, my god. For so long, she's dreamt and fantasized and wondered about what he kept hidden in his trousers. Seeing the hard evidence of his arousal, and knowing she was the cause of it, Maya instantly felt herself getting wet between her thighs. "No, I don't think you mean that at all."

"Because all this time, you could have blocked my number, and you didn't," she added, this time looking him square in the eye. Undoing a couple more buttons, she let her coat slip from her naked shoulders to hang from her elbows. She was utterly nude underneath and, before he could back off, she stood so that her bare breasts nearly brushed his body. "I think you like what you see..."

[socksfornothing]

When she looked down he knew he was in trouble. Embarrassment turned to frustration and anger and before he knew she stood revealed more and stood up. His gaze dipped and he knew with her eyes on his she couldn't have missed that. It made him even more frustrated and so he lost what semblance of control of this situation he had. He'd regret this after but right now a mix of what he wanted and a need to regain control of this situation lead to bad decisions.

"You just will not stop, will you?" As he said that he grabbed her arm, a little rough but not enough to hurt. His other hand reached down and she'd feel him grab the back of her thigh and lift her up a little. His body pressed forward and she was now fully sitting on the edge of his desk. "Is this what you want? Huh, you little slut?"

The words were angry but his hand left her arm and went down to undo his belt, button and fly. It was harsh motions and he yanked out his long, hard throbbing cock exposing it between them. It was far too late now, he had crossed so many lines. He didn't even wait for her to answer. His hand pulled her leg open a bit and he moved between her thighs. He bent his knees to lower himself and his hand guided that cock beneath her coat. He wasn't surprised to find she was nude and part of him had hoped so. Once that flared head found her wet folds he did not give her the benefit of patience as his hips rocked forward and he thrust himself hard inside her.

[socktavian]

Those words might have hurt, if she wasn't getting exactly what she wanted. When he grabbed her arm, she was afraid he was about to throw her out, but then she felt him hike her up on the desk. She felt her own mouth go dry at the sight of that big cock, willing him to give it to her, please...

Maya's lips parted on a high gasp, savoring the sudden fullness as he pushed himself deep inside her. "God, yes, fuck me," she finally answers him, hands frantically yanking her coat open because she wants to watch. Wants to see her lips spread around the base of his cock.

Laying back against the desk, she spreads her thighs wider. Her hips push back against his, because she only wants him deeper, squeezing him inside her with her inner muscles. He can call her anything he wants, so long as he doesn't stop.

[socksfornothing]

This got out of hand too quickly and she got exactly what she asked for. His grip on her kept her ass barely on the edge of the desk as she laid back. He drew back and thrust into her again with an frustrated, angry grunt and he leaned forward to hover over her. His thrusts started with hard, jerky motions but began to pick up a rhythm quickly. A moan escaped him before he could stifle it and with that he fully gave up even trying.

With her nude form beneath him as he stood by his desk his hips continued to rock, picking up the pace. His free hand slid up her stomach, over her nude form and he groped and squeezed at her breasts. His breathing was picking up as his motions grew stronger, more desperate. He didn't take his time with this, he didn't want to. He wanted to get her out of his system and get this over with. He lied to himself that this was a one and done thing. The desk creaked in protest as his thrusts grew faster. The sound of flesh meeting flesh joined his moans, grunts and heavy breathing.

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"Aah," she moaned with him, as he found his rhythm. Her body jerked with each of his hard thrusts and she arched up into his hands, encouraging him to play with her tits.

"Harder!" she gasped, bucking up into him. With everything that could go disastrously wrong if they were overheard, they really ought to do this quietly, but she didn't care. Every last inch of him felt too good, bottoming-out inside her as he rocked her into the desk. And as far as she was concerned, they were just getting started. She'd make sure this was only the first time he was going to fuck her.

[socksfornothing]

Every lie he could tell himself came into play as he gave up on any self control. Of course she caught him mid arousal and between hard thrusts and a quickening pace he knew it wouldn't be long. His hand groped, squeezed and massaged her breasts, working from one to the other as he worked himself up. It was only near that peak that any bit of self preservation came into play and with the same stark and sudden actions that drove him inside her, he pulled out. His hand went from her hip to his cock, slick with her pleasure as he jerked himself off over her. She'd hear a loud, low groan, something he should have stifled but would be lucky if no one passed by and heard. He came on her, his hot seed shooting off onto her stomach and breasts as he stood over her.

He continued to stroke his cock as he let himself come down from that high and every last bit release. He didn't know how lucky he was this time. He didn't know how that luck was not going to last with her. Right now though she was a wet dream and a nightmare in one package. Sprawled out, fully exposed on his desk with the evidence of his desires plain to see.

[socktavian]

His office smelled like sex. It's lucky for him that she locked the door, because if anyone came in right then, there'd be no rationalizing this, no explaining it away. Her sweat-dampened hair clung to her breasts. She was in no hurry to close her legs, rubbing his hot come into her skin until, finally, she sucked those wet fingers into her mouth, tasting him. She felt used and debauched, and she loved it.

She only wished he'd buried his seed inside her. Maya wanted to feel his come trickling down her thighs, but she knew he wouldn't soon forget the shocking way she put herself on display for him.

When she finally caught her breath, she sat up, primly buttoning up her coat and raking her fingers through her hair as if nothing happened. She walked back around his desk, grabbed her backpack from where she left it on the floor and slung it over one shoulder. At the door, she half-turned to flash him that wicked smile again. She got everything she wanted, except now she wanted more. "So, same time next week?"

[socksfornothing]

She was lewd and seemed to revel in what they just did. He was glad he had the awareness to pull out of her. There was no going back from this but somehow that could have been so much worse. Still, he stood over her, cock in hand as she played. It was only when she caught up that he snapped out of it and got his pants back on and his softening shaft away. His own breath calmed and now he could deal with these mixed thoughts that swam through his head.

This was bad. That was hot but this was really, really bad. She could ruin him, but instead she seemed intent to humor this. She got herself put together so fast, as if she didn't lay back and moan out while she got fucked just moments ago. At his door he didn't even know what to say to her comment. Next week? She couldn't catch him at a slow time every week could she?

Even as he still lingered on how she felt and how she sounded, he knew he was going to avoid her. The question was how.

Something he still asked himself even as he managed it for three days straight. He had a TA cover his class as he got his head right and even turned his phone off for a bit. Sort of a mental holiday. Maybe she had moved on. He lied to himself that that made the most sense as he went to his classroom after hours. He had shot out an email that he'd back tomorrow which meant he better go get the notes this evening the TA left for him so he could pick up where they left off.

[socktavian]

So, that’s the game he wants to play? If looks could kill, she would have murdered the TA covering for Brooks. Maya knew he was stalling for time. He couldn’t put off his classes indefinitely, but it was still so annoying that she had to wait this long to get even a glimpse of him, let alone what she really wanted.

He hoped she was over it, but nothing could be further than the truth. Now that she has the memory of his hands groping, that big cock stretching the walls of her sex while his hips slapped hers, it’s all she can think about. The memory’s not enough, she’s more determined than ever to get him to fuck her again.

Maya was loitering outside the empty lecture hall, daydreaming while she waited for her bus, when who should happen by? Not once did he look her way… Was it possible he didn’t see her? Quickly snatching up her things, she hurried after him, trying her best to be quiet as she followed him inside the building.

That’s how, a minute or two after he entered the classroom, he’d hear the door behind. There was Maya, standing between him and the exit. Somewhere between the hallway and the entrance to the auditorium, she’d unzipped her jacket, revealing a cropped-top that barely covered her pert nipples. “I’m surprised at you, Professor Brooks,” she smiled, the formality highlighting just how informal they’ve been, “Playing hooky on your own class? Because you don’t look like a man who’s been lying in bed, sick.”

[socksfornothing]

He had thought maybe some time apart would cool things off or she'd move on. He had hoped she was more flighty than this. Instead there she was, again, at the door and showing him a taste of what he wanted him to take fully. He couldn't force his way through her and that lingering part of him that didn't want to escape this just made him more annoyed. Things were already quickly getting out of hand.

"I'm just here to get some things. I'm glad you were so concerned but don't worry I will be back tomorrow," he offered. Put things off and maybe he'd get better control over himself, at least that's what he told himself. They were alone in the large room with empty rows of seats but the classrooms weren't locked usually and the building was still open so anyone could happen upon this scene. Not that it was likely but it was more likely than the last time and he was well aware of the risk.

[socktavian]

As she narrowed the distance between them, her slender fingers cupped and squeezed her breasts through her shirt, pushing them up. "That's good, because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were avoiding me,"

"I can't imagine why," she smiled, pulling her hands away so that her tits bounced free of her shirt, letting him see what he's denied himself for days by turning off his phone.

"What are you afraid of?" The classroom was unlocked, but she still has her big jacket on with her back turned to the door. "No one's gonna see anything," she whispered, boldly taking his hands in hers and guiding them to her naked breasts.

[socksfornothing]

He watches her approach, not quite a deer in headlights but freezing up with indecision. It's enough that she gets to take his hand easily enough. He firmly stops his hand just short of her breast for a brief moment but then relents and closes the distance himself. His hand cups her soft breast, a little less aggressive than when he was fucking her. He let his thumb rub over her pert nipple as he explored. He let out a slow breath that almost shuddered out of him as he spoke, "We can't keep this up. We're going to stop this here, understand?"

He gives her a very firm statement though his hands didn't leave her just yet. He still stood over her, in that classroom and his thumb still teased her nipple. Even as he gave her those instructions he pictured her on her back on his desk in his office taking every inch. How she felt wrapped around his cock. A bit of indecision was the idle thought that another quick romp could be a good way to finish this. Just one more then cut her loose.

[socktavian]

She’s breathing unsteadily, too, barely biting back a moan so that it sounds more like a soft hum as his thumb teases her nipples into tight, aching buds.

It’s such a contradiction, him telling her that their little tryst was finished while his hands play with her. She doesn’t believe it any more than she had days ago, when he first fucked her, but she does consider what it might take to sway him now.

Taking his free hand, Maya pressed his palm to her cheek, then slowly sucked his thumb into her mouth. She wanted him to imagine her soft, full lips wrapped around something much bigger. “Then fuck me one last time,” she whispered. She had no intention of ever letting this go, but it could be the last time over and over and over again if that’s what it took for him to convince himself that this was fine. That he was still in control.

He was so much stronger than her, she couldn’t make him do anything he didn’t really want to do, but her hands encouraged him to slide his fingers down the front of her pants and feel how hot and slick she already was. “No one’s gonna know. Make me feel you for days.”

[socksfornothing]

Even if he could just over power here in this moment she'd find his hand was far too easily guided into her pants. Fingers moved without her guidance, beneath her panties and teasing along her slick lower folds. He took a shuddering breath as she sucked his thumb and as she urged him to give her one last time. One last time.

It was if her little lie was just the little push he needed to deal with his own arousal and clear his conscious. Not that it truly would clear him. He just needed the a nudge to not think about it for a little bit. His hand up by her face would shift, fingers stroking through the back of her hair. His hand drew from her pants and went to her hip suddenly turning her around. He'd walk her, march her, right up to the nearest wall. "One last time."

The promise meant it was too late, he wasn't stopping now as that hand that had been down her pants undid them and slid around to tug them down with her panties to bunch up just above her knees. She couldn't run away like this, not like it seemed she intended to. His hand on her hair kept her facing the wall, away from him, as he then undid his own pants. She'd feel he was already aroused, his hard cock bouncing off her ass cheek as it sprung free.

He left her to get her own balance up against the wall as he crouched down a bit and guided the hot throbbing length between her thighs. The flared head found those slick lower lips and with a grunt he thrust himself up into her. No gentleness here, no savoring the moment, he wanted in her and pent up need took over.

[socktavian]

This time, she can't hold back her moan as his fingers find her slit. She's already soaked, and she only gets wetter the longer he teases her.

Once again, she worried her plan may have backfired until it was obvious that he wasn't marching her ass right out the door. Maya shrugged out of her jacket as he worked on her pants and his own. She didn't care where they landed. Shirt pushed up above her breasts, panties bunched down around her knees, she waited for him to take what she so freely offered.

"Uhh!" she cried out, a little louder than she should have as he thrust himself inside her. She didn't care about gentleness, his cock felt huge in this position. With her hands braced against the wall in front of her, she pushed back against his hips until she felt her lips touch the base of his cock, squeezing him inside her. "So good..."

[socksfornothing]

His one hand stayed to the back of her head, fingers tangled roughly in her hair. His other now freed from guiding his length gripped the front of her thigh. Fingers slid towards her inner thigh as he kept her from being pushed too far forward. He thrust up into her again, a hard, unforgiving motion. Then again. Then again. His pace picked up as he seemed to need to to be rough to justify his anger. Anger at her? Anger at himself? He didn't know but she'd feel his frustration behind his movements. His grip on her firm, his cock driving hard.

All mixed in was lust. Pure, primal, unadulterated lust. Soon what was harsh movements became a steady pattern. Hips slapped off her ass as she drew him in and the clapping sound joined lewd moans from her teacher. He growled out the words as he took her, "Fuck, just... Fuck!"

With those words came a pick up of pace and effort. Last time he claimed. Even in anger and shame to caved and she had him. Of course he took control but she got him exactly where she wanted him. In her, with her, against her. The target of all those emotions and desires wrapped in a nice package that didn't shy from what came. He knew he couldn't do this all day. He knew there was a risk but right now he was enjoying it, not forcing it to concolusion.

[socktavian]

The pounding he was giving her was incredible. Maya's breasts bounced with the force of his fucking, each thrust hitting her so deep that she couldn't help the cries coming out of her and didn't care who heard.

"Don't stop don't stop don't-- aaahh!" she cried, clenching down hard on his cock as she climaxed. And still he fucked her. Maya's legs shook, she may have collapsed altogether were it not for his hands in her hair and on her thigh, holding her up.

There's no way she can let this be the last time. Whatever it takes, she'll convince him that he needs this just as badly as she does. One of her hands left the wall to fondle herself, surrendering her body to him fully. She almost can't believe it, but she just might come again if he keeps this up.

[socksfornothing]

As she cums he grips her thigh firmly, feeling it tremble. It is just too much. He continues to thrust, harder and faster. Grunts join moans as he over does it, getting closer still. He manages to hold it together though as he fucks her.

“Oh fuck, I’m close. I’m close,” he groans out as his grip on her hair keeps her upright still it takes a bit more to push him over the edge. It’ll happen when she peaks again, he continues to ride her through it until suddenly pulling out. Surprising himself in having any control to do so she’d feel he shoot off on her ass. He came with a deep, loud moan and his grip on her was tight as he shuddered.

Slowly he came down and his grip relented before fully releasing her as he takes a shakey step back. Coming down from that rush he could see the girl he just pounded and feel miserable about it. It felt good. Too good. But also he was trying so hard to avoid her.

[socktavian]

After getting fucked like that, and coming twice, her legs refused to hold her up anymore, so she sank to her knees, sitting on the floor just until she caught her breath.

Glancing over her shoulder at him, she caught the miserable look on his face and sighed, teasing him. "Come on, stop pouting. Admit it, that was fun."

"Just like last time," she added, as if he needed any reminder of her, on her back with her legs wide open. It took longer this time to get herself sorted but, in her defense, she hadn't planned this tryst. She just saw an opportunity and ran with it.

"Deny it all you want but, deep down, you know the truth," she said, coming closer until she stood right in front of him-- close enough to touch, but not quite. "You like fucking me."

And then she stretched up on her toes and kissed him. Maybe he wouldn't return the kiss. Maybe he'd flinch away from her. Then again, maybe he would surprise her. She knew she was less likely to win an argument now, when he's already got what he wanted, but she feels she's made her point.

[socksfornothing]

He watched her as she got herself together without helping, hearing her tease him. He also got himself in some sort of shape so in the off chance someone came around. Though maybe getting caught and fired was for the best. Still he didn't bring himself to the point of leaving this job. He kept coming back after all.

She's right though. He did enjoy it. Which made him all the more miserable about it. Still, he couldn't help but watch. He didn't need a reminder of when he had her off her feet on his desk, it all came rushing back when he fucked her from behind.

He didn't flinch from the kiss. He didn't exactly return it but he either didn't have the will or malice to reject it. She definitely made her point. "I need to finish up what I was doing."

It wasn't agreement but it wasn't a rejection of what she said either. He just seemed to pretend to ignore it. His gaze lingered though as he waited for her to make his exit. Something that might catch her eye though before she did was a little book on the nearby desk. A planner. Probably with his schedule for the up coming weeks.

[socktavian]

She's sorely tempted to kiss that frown again. He may not have returned the kiss, or admitted that she was right, but he didn't deny it either, and Maya counts that as a win. A tiny step in the right direction. He'll come around eventually, she thinks, she just has to be patient.

Though patience isn't her best virtue. Already she's wondering how long she'll have to wait before he'll take her again. She asked him to make her feel him for days, and he's done exactly that. Later, when she's all alone, she knows she won't be able to think about anything except his groans, the sound of his voice when he tells her he's close to coming. His shudders. The empty ache inside her where his cock should be.

She's crazy about him. And every time he gave in to her, he only poured more fuel to her fire.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his planner sitting open on the desk. Maya's always had a terrific memory, almost eidetic (which was lucky for her, because heaven knows she's been distracted in his classes.) Before she turned to leave, she made a mental note of his schedule for the coming week. Finally, she grinned at him and said "See you in class, Professor."

But it was because of his schedule that she knew of a gap between his classes. That's when she visited him again, a week later, alone in his office. She didn't bother with locking the door this time. Seeing the look on his face, she laughed and held up her hands as if to show she was harmless.

"Relax, I'm fully dressed this time. In fact, I only came here to ask you a question," she reassured him. Stepping around his desk, however, she stopped just behind his chair. Her hands landed softly on his shoulders, fingers trailing down his arms as she brought her lips to his ear and whispered "Can I suck on your cock?"

"Wouldn't I look so pretty on my knees? With your cum dripping down my chin?" Her fingers ran back up his arms to rub his chest through his dress shirt. "Please, will you let me suck on it?"

[socksfornothing]

He thought by setting an off pattern schedule he’d avoid her. Of course she somehow honed in on yet another tune she could catch him alone. Of course he tensed up when she entered, having a hard time not think about how he already banged her on that desk. He had just as hard a time forgetting her. The feel of her wrapped around his cock, her thighs around him, her soft ass and breasts, along with the sounds he fucked out of her.

Which is why, even though he let himself fall for her claim of peace, her hands on his shoulders stirred his arousal. He wanted to fall for it, deep down, though he told himself otherwise. Of course her proposal got his imagination running. Her lips around his cock sounded like a good plan. But still…

His hand took one of hers to stop her progression, holding it firmly. She was so easy to man handle when he wanted her. This time though he told himself he was going to stop. This was it. It’s over. “No, I really think you should leave. This is…”

He was cut off by a knocking on his door. A female voice of another student inquired if he was in before trying the door. It wasn’t locked, it was too late to make this look less terrible. The rumors would start and then…

So he panicked. Still holding her hand he tugged her around, backing up a little from the desk he urged her in a shushed voice, “Get under there!”


He guided her under his desk. The opposite of what he intended and exactly where she proposed to be. He trapped her in there, moving back into place with his knees spread wide to give her room but blocking any way out. Maybe he could have pushed her towards the closet instead. Maybe part of him wanted her on her knees. Too late now. The door opened and the other student entered, glancing around as if expecting others then purposefully closing the door behind her.

“Hello Kaitlyn, what brings you in today?” He asked, hiding his nervousness. The convo may start with her schedule and needing flexibility but Maya might be able to hear it. This girl was flirting. Coming on a little more shyly than Maya but giving him lead ins he didn’t take.

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Her head snapped up, frozen in a similar panic when they both heard that knocking. This wasn't office hours, she wasn't expecting him to have any visitors. Thank goodness for his quick thinking, though; she hurries under his desk without question, heart pounding in her chest.

This spot's already taken, Maya thinks, feeling weirdly possessive of him as the other girl tries to get him to flirt back, but it's not all bad... Look where she is now, thanks to Kaitlyn's intrusion. On her knees, between his legs, with his half-hard bulge right in her face. Was she supposed to ignore that?

Hidden under his big desk, directly under the very same spot where he's already fucked her, her hands slide over his knees and up his thighs. He's either going to have to keep himself under very tight control or think of a good reason to dismiss Kaitlyn quickly, because Maya's pressing kisses through the tented front of his pants.

While he and his other student were talking, she very slowly, very quietly undoes his belt, easing down his fly and carefully pulling out his cock. Her hands stroke him, coaxing him to fullness. And then her tongue starts sweeping up his cock, lips kissing the tip.

[socksfornothing]

When that soft hand slides free his cock just out of sight and begins stroking him his hand slaps on the desk. The motion was harder than he intends but he rolls with it. Meanwhile her tongue will find his length stiffening and throbbing, warm to her attentions. “Look…” he clears his throat and continues. “Maybe this is a discussion for another time?”

Kaitlyn hesitates but doesn’t take the offer, instead she presses. Maybe he can make time for her. Maybe they could meet elsewhere instead so he could give her his full attention. She talks about how busy and hard to reach he’s been.

Meanwhile he can’t focus well. The feel of her lips on the sensitive tip of his dick has his real attention. There’s no way this is ending with anything other than Maya getting what she wants yet again. In reality she can really see just how much he wants it too as she’s hidden beneath his desk. His words can say one thing but she has him fully ready and willing right in her face.

[socktavian]

He's very lucky she didn't squeal in surprise when his hand slaps the top of his desk. Instead she smiles to herself, terribly amused by his valiant attempts to cut this meeting short, even if Kaitlyn doesn't seem able (or willing) to take the hint.

Not that she can blame her. Actually, Kaitlyn brings up a good point which Maya intends to revisit later. Much later. Right now, she's preoccupied with running her tongue up and down across the sensitive tip of his dick, then easing it past her full lips, into the wet warmth of her mouth.

If he glances down, he could probably just see her lips wrapped tight around his cock. Maya takes as much of him as she can without gagging-- He's so hot and hard and huge in her mouth, pulsing on her tongue, that she very nearly moans, but then she remembers that she must be so quiet or else the other student may realize what's going on.

[socksfornothing]

He makes a colossal effort to not look down. He does lean back a little and does catch her at the edge of his sight sucking down his cock. It was about as much as he could take. As he leans back, Kaitlyn leans forward as if to prevent him from putting distance between them. Which means she’s about to get a glimpse of his lap which would be a real problem.

He suddenly leans forward, trying hard not to just thrust his entire shaft down Maya’s throat in the process. He bites off a moan and lands his hand on his desk a little harder than intended. His deeper tone comes off as angry which hides the truth. “Kaitlyn, you need to leave. Now.”

It’s said with such authority while his throbbing cock is still in her classmates mouth. Still, the demand in his voice seems to break through and Kaitlyn, with barely a huff, gathers herself and flees his office. He’s amazed that worked. Also something he’ll have to remember to try with Maya. Another time. Right now though…

He slowly leans back again, a hand coming down to rest behind her head, fingers stroking into hair. He finally looks back down at her too, keeping that stern look going he gave to Kaitlyn.

[socktavian]

It's a miracle she managed not to make a sound as his sudden forward motion crams his thick shaft just a fraction more against the back of her throat. God it's so big, but she loves it. Loves his fingers so soft in her hair while she fucks him with her mouth.

Oh, the expression on his face. He's so not happy about this-- or he's still trying to convince himself that he's not, because his throbbing cock tells a different story. Maya pulls her mouth away to flash him a breathless smile, completely undaunted by his sour look, his shaft glistening wet with her saliva.

And then her lips slowly slip down his shaft again, her dark head bobbing in his lap. From underneath his desk, he can hear her muffled moans and the soft, wet sounds her mouth makes, cheeks hollowed as she's sucking greedily on his cock.

[socksfornothing]

That smile she flashes him tells him no matter how he manages to look she’s not deterred. Not that he tries to stop her. A little late for that as he watches that length vanish down her throat again. She has him right where she wants him and he even has to admit he wants her right where she is.

He lets out a moan this time, though suppresses it a bit as he fears Kaitlyn lingering or trying again. If he wasn’t preoccupied he’d lock his door now. His hand in Maya’s hair doesn’t try to stop her though, instead he silently encourages to take him faster. His breathing picks up as she eagerly sucks him down and he won’t even try slowing her down until he gets his. He can worry about the shame after, all he can think about is how soft her lips are wrapped around him and how good her warm, wet tongue feels along his cock. He speaks before he thinks better of it and his stern look shifts readily to frustration and need, “that’s good, faster, I’m almost there…”

[socktavian]

Good. She groans. Maya can feel the tension in his body, taste the precum beading from his tip and knows he's close, even as his words confirm it. Part of her doesn't want this to end. If they were anywhere else, she would slow down, draw it out, make him edge.

But they weren't anywhere else, they were in his office. The door was still unlocked. And, deep down, she wants to be good for him. His good little slut, if only he'd allow it. So she pushed his cock all the way down her throat and swallowed, the muscles in her throat flexing around him in blatant mimicry of her inner muscles when he made her cum clenching down on him. Then she steadies herself with one hand gripping the base of his shaft, fucking him faster with her lips and tongue, just like he asked.

[socksfornothing]

He asked for it and it was too much for him to take. His fingers tighten in her hair a moment as she pushes him over the edge. She'd feel him clench up before it happens, giving her time to either pull off or take him in. He moans out low and deep as he releases, hoping no one is nearby now that he lost control of his sound level. Being right there, she'll feel his thighs shudder as he came. His other hand pressed to the top of the desk, fingers white as they pressed into the hard surface to keep from gripping her hair too harshly.

He should have stopped her. He knows he couldn't have though. It was probably too late when she let herself into his office, it was definitely too late when he shoved her under his desk. He lets his grip on her hair lighten as he feels himself drained. They're getting to risky, doing too much. If this continues he's unsure where it ends. So far there's only a few lines they didn't cross and as he comes down from that high he tries to promise himself he won't.

[socktavian]

She whimpers with him, the sound muffled around his pulsing cock, flooding her mouth with his cum. Maya swallows, but some still drips down his shaft as she slows but doesn't quite stop dragging her lips up and down. Her hands move to his thighs, stroking him through his climax.

Maya pulls back slightly, flushed and breathless, her tongue sweeping soft and gentle up his still-hard cock, licking him clean. Finally one last, almost chaste kiss to the tip and then she's smiling that devilish smile up at him again, like the cat who got the cream.

She wipes the last smear off her chin. Between his moans and his shudders while she sucked on his cock, Maya's so fucking wet right now, but she knows she'll have to take care of that herself. Unless...

"You know," she whispers softly, shifting her weight onto one hip and resting her head with her cheek against his thigh, "We wouldn't be interrupted if we did this someplace private. You could fuck me as hard and as long as you wanted... Unless some part of you likes almost getting caught."

"Just something to think about. You do have my number."

[socksfornothing]

His delay kind of implies he is thinking about it. With her just resting like that by his bare thigh it's so hard to take this with the same seriousness he did the student he just chase out. He took his time and finally breathed out, "No."

"But I will drop you off at home, it's supposed to storm," he says while pushing his seat back slowly as to not just drop her forward. He stands up and fixes his pants. It's just a ride, or so he tells himself. He's determined he won't go into her place. Of course having her alone and isolated in his car won't be good for him either. He snags his keys and holds out a hand to her to help her up from under his desk.

Far more kindness than he showed the other student but of the two of them he fucked Maya twice and she had his cock on her mouth, it's probably the least he can do.

[socktavian]

The way he told her 'no'... It almost sounded to her like even he didn't quite believe it. But Maya knows better than to try to argue. Not now, when he's actually being so kind to her. And especially not when he's offering to be alone with her in his car.

There's still a chance, however slight, that she can sweet talk him into coming inside when they get to her place. Or convince him to pull over somewhere along the way, some place dark and secluded...

Besides, he can say 'no' now, when he's just finished coming; She knows he won't soon forget the way her lips felt on his cock, sucking him off while another student talked to him. And every time he thinks about any of the things they've already done, her offer of anywhere, anytime will be there too.

She slips her hand in his, gratefully letting him help her up to her feet. They're standing so close, it's tempting to kiss him again, but instead she smiles and softly murmurs "Thank you."

"Where are you parked?" she asks, circling around his desk to crack open his door and peak out. Thank goodness there's no one hanging around in the hallway.

[socksfornothing]

"In the back lot," because he also didn't want her seeing his car on campus. Which now tells her where he tends to hide it. Oh well, he's already crossed a lot of lines and hiding from her hasn't been working. He leads her out and walks as calmly and confidently as possible. He doesn't look at her as he hunches his shoulders to the rain, that's getting ready to go from a drizzle to a storm, and makes his way towards the lot.

He leads her to the car, beeping it open and opening the door for her. He doesn't glance around, that'd make this more suspicious. Instead he waits until she is in, closes the door and gets around to start his car and calmly pull out of the lot. Once he leaves the lot and is on an actual road his notable tension fades, finally. It isn't a moment later before it begins to completely pour. Of course he only knows the general way to go, from here though, "Just give me directions and I'll drop you off as close as I can get."

[socktavian]

Inwardly, she grins, realizing the lengths he went to just to avoid her. First he skips class, now he's hiding his car. What's next? But she somehow manages to look neutral, walking as if she were headed to the cafeteria instead of following him out to his car because she's hoping to get fucked in his backseat.

She tells herself she's being ridiculous-- No one's watching them that closely. And even if they were, they'd see only a teacher giving a student a lift. That's all.

It's not until he gets the door for her that a little smile slips through. She had no idea he could be such a gentleman. Maya tells him which turns to make, the best roads to take. "It's sweet of you to drive all this way," she says. It's raining so hard, no one can see her take his right hand from the shifter and place it on her thigh, slipping it up her skirt.

[socksfornothing]

He will not go into her place. He's already telling himself that as if it's a line he can put down that will make up for how far things have gone so far. That's all well and good though when she guides his hand he doesn't pull it away. Eye's on the road, he instead lets her guide it up and she can tell he's not exactly passive about it as fingers slide inward and lightly check what she wears beneath. If she wears anything beneath.

She did just blow him not that long ago. A bit of guilt and a lot of desire he won't put a name to guide him. He lets out a long, slow breath from his nose and tries to salvage this. "It's not problem. Do you have a place we could park not far from your place? Preferable private..."

In the pouring rain it wouldn't be too hard to find a place to park where they wouldn't be quite seen. He doesn't really have to say what's going to happen should she find him a spot. In the tighter confines of his car this is probably the most isolated she's had him.

[socktavian]

She sighs, parting her legs for him. Opening herself up to him. It should come as no surprise to him that she's not wearing anything under her skirt (when has she ever,) and she moans as his fingers brush against her wet slit. There's no one here but them, no need to keep quiet.

Just like there's no need for him to say what comes next, once they pull over. "Yes," she whimpers, lifting her hips, encouraging him to play with her while her own hand wanders to his thigh, "There's... An old carwash a block or two away. It's out of business... We can park behind it."

As he drove, her fingers move from his thigh to stroke him through his pants. The car wash is dark and empty, just like she said it would be. Abandoned, and situated such that he could park behind the back wall of it and be completely invisible from the street, so long as he turned the lights off.

[socksfornothing]

His one hand on the wheel, his other between her thighs, he takes her directions. While the car heads for the gas station his fingers slide and tease. One finger slides into her, lightly pumping into her wet slit. No one would hear her moans or see his fingers through the pouring rain as he played with his student. She drew shorter breaths from him as she stroked him hard through his pants. His length strained against the fabric as the car cruised along.

When they got to the car wash he pulled around the back, stopping the car and flipping off the lights. The motor rumbled to a stop. The moment it did his hand left the steering wheel and brushed her's aside to undo his pants. His belt buckle, button and zipper were opened quickly and pushed down some to let that length spring free again, raring and ready to go. His hand moved from her thigh to undo her seat belt as he undid his and pushed his seat back.

"Come here," he said in that same stern tone he told his last student to leave with. Not exactly how he meant to use it with her. He was hard though and there was no way he'd get the will to drop her off in the rain with them both like this. His hand moved to her hip to draw her out of the seat and to his.

((Want this to be the moment of no return? She rides him and when he tries to warn her and tell her to pull off she clings to him tighter and rides him till he cums?))