The lecture hall buzzed with the low hum of students packing up their notebooks and laptops as Dr. Elias Thorne wrapped up his Tuesday afternoon class on Victorian literature. At 32, he commanded the room effortlessly, his sharp blue eyes scanning the rows while his voice delivered insights on repressed desires in Brontë's works. But today, his gaze lingered on the back row, where Lila Voss sat, her dark curls tied in a loose ponytail that exposed the nape of her neck. She wore a simple button-up blouse that strained slightly over her full breasts and a knee-length skirt that hid her legs—but Elias knew what lay beneath from their last encounter.
As the last students filed out, Lila remained seated, pretending to jot notes. Elias stacked his papers at the podium, his lean frame tense with anticipation. The door clicked shut behind the final straggler, leaving them alone in the echoing space. 'Lila,' he said, his tone low and authoritative, 'stay after.'
She looked up, green eyes sparkling with a mix of nerves and excitement. Standing slowly, she approached the front, her hips swaying just enough to draw his attention. Up close, he could see the flush creeping up her neck, the way her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. 'Professor Thorne—Elias,' she corrected herself, voice breathy. 'I finished revising the essay like you suggested.' She pulled a folder from her bag, handing it over with trembling hands.
Elias took it but set it aside without opening. 'We'll review that later. First, lock the door.' His command was direct, brooking no argument. Lila obeyed, twisting the lock with a soft click that echoed in the empty hall. When she turned back, he was already closing the distance, his hand reaching out to trace the line of buttons on her blouse. 'You've been thinking about last time, haven't you? Distracted in class?'
'Yes,' she admitted, biting her lip as his fingers worked the top button free, then the next. The fabric parted, revealing the lace edge of her bra—red this time, a deliberate choice. 'Every lecture, I kept replaying it. Your hands on me, inside me.' Her confession came out in a rush, her chest heaving as he exposed more skin.
He pushed the blouse off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor. Her bra followed, unhooked with practiced ease, her breasts bouncing free—nipples hardening instantly in the cool air of the hall. Elias cupped them roughly, squeezing until she gasped, then pinched the peaks between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them firmly. 'Good girl. Now, show me how wet you are already.'
Lila's hands moved to her skirt, hiking it up inch by inch to reveal thigh-high stockings and a matching red thong. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and tugged it down, stepping out to expose her shaved pussy, lips already glistening. Elias watched, his cock twitching in his slacks as she spread her legs slightly, fingers parting her folds to show him the slickness coating her entrance.
'Touch yourself,' he ordered, stepping back to lean against the podium. Lila's fingers obeyed, one dipping between her legs to circle her clit slowly. She moaned softly, eyes locked on his as she rubbed faster, her free hand kneading her breast. Juices smeared her thighs, her breaths coming in short pants. 'Faster. Make that pussy drip for me.'
She complied, plunging two fingers inside herself, pumping them in and out with wet sounds filling the room. Her knees buckled slightly, but she kept going, thumb pressing her clit until her body shuddered. 'Elias, I need you,' she whimpered, pulling her fingers free, shiny with her arousal, and offering them to him.
He sucked them into his mouth, tasting her sweetness, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. 'On your knees.' Lila dropped eagerly, the carpet rough against her skin as she knelt before him. Her hands fumbled with his belt, unzipping his pants to free his thick cock—already hard, veins pulsing, the head swollen and leaking. She licked her lips, then leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap at the pre-cum beading at the tip.
Elias groaned, threading his fingers through her curls to guide her. 'Suck it deep.' She opened wide, taking the head into her mouth, lips stretching around his girth. Her tongue swirled along the underside as she bobbed forward, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but pushed on, hollowing her cheeks to suck harder. Saliva dripped down his shaft, her hand stroking what she couldn't fit.
He thrust shallowly into her mouth, fucking her face with controlled pumps while she moaned around him, vibrations sending jolts through his length. 'That's it, take my cock like a good slut.' Lila's eyes watered, but she met his gaze, eager to please. After minutes of her slurping and sucking, he pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his tip.
'Up. Bend over the podium.' Lila scrambled to her feet, turning to brace her hands on the wooden surface, ass presented to him. Elias kicked her feet wider, skirt still bunched at her waist, and slapped her cheeks—hard enough to leave handprints. She yelped, pussy clenching visibly. He rubbed the tip of his cock along her slit, coating himself in her wetness, then pressed against her entrance.
Without warning, he slammed in, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust. Lila cried out, walls fluttering around his thickness as he filled her completely. 'Fuck, you're so tight,' he growled, pulling back to drive in again, harder. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, balls slapping against her clit with each pound. She pushed back, meeting his rhythm, her breasts swaying beneath her.
Elias reached around, fingers finding her clit to rub in firm circles while he fucked her deep. 'You love this, don't you? Getting railed by your professor in his classroom.' Lila nodded frantically, moans echoing off the walls. 'Yes—harder, please!' He obliged, gripping her hips to yank her onto his cock, the force making her body jolt.
Sweat slicked their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex. He varied his pace—slow, grinding rolls to tease her depths, then brutal thrusts that made her scream. One hand slid up her back, pressing her chest down flat against the podium, arching her ass higher. He spanked her again, the crack resounding, her pussy squeezing him in response.
Lila's orgasm built fast, her breaths ragged. 'I'm close—Elias, don't stop!' He pinched her clit, thrusting savagely, and she shattered, pussy convulsing around him, gushing wetness that soaked his balls. He rode her through it, grunting as her spasms milked him. But he wasn't done. Pulling out, he flipped her around, lifting her onto the podium so she sat on the edge, legs spread wide.
'Eyes on me.' He stroked his slick cock, then thrust back in, her heels digging into his ass. Face to face now, he captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue fucking her as his hips pistoned. Lila's nails raked his shoulders through his shirt, breaking buttons in her frenzy. He broke the kiss to suck on her neck, biting down to mark her.
The new angle hit her G-spot perfectly, and she came again quickly, walls clamping down. 'Cum inside me again,' she begged, voice hoarse. Elias's control snapped; he buried deep, cock throbbing as he unloaded, hot spurts painting her insides. He pumped a few more times, grinding to push it deeper, until he was spent.
Panting, he stayed inside her, forehead against hers. Lila's legs wrapped around him, holding him close as aftershocks rippled through them. Finally, he pulled out, watching his cum leak from her well-fucked pussy. She slid down, kneeling once more to clean him—tongue lapping every drop from his softening length, sucking gently until he was spotless.
Elias helped her up, handing her discarded clothes. 'Your essay's an A now. But we need to discuss your final project.' He smirked, zipping up. 'My office, Thursday. Wear something easy to remove.'
Lila dressed quickly, a satisfied glow on her face. 'I'll be there.' She unlocked the door, glancing back with a wink before slipping out. Elias sat at the podium, heart racing, already craving the next lesson.
