You're standing in front of the professor's desk with your lower back pressed against the wooden edge. You were asked to attend Professor Laufeyson's office after all completed lectures this evening; personally by him. But you never expected to have him lean into your personal space, pressing you harder against his desk while sliding his long fingers up your bare thigh under your plaid skirt. You didn't bother to put your stockings back on after louging in the common room, or even the basic camisole underneath your crisp, white blouse.
Framed green eyes behind his glasses burns a fire through the whole course of your body. His raven black hair grew just below his ears, most of it combed back with a few strands fallen on the side of his face after a long day of lecturing several different classes. Licking his red lips, he appears hungry, almost starving, for every drop of innocence you have left in your soul. Your body quakes yet you dare to look up in his eyes as you speak, doing your best to sound calm and serious. "Professor Laufesyson... I don't think we should do this." The fact his shirt was unbuttoned down to the middle of his bare chest didn't help with your tried protest.
He chuckles, his voice deep and smooth. "Nonsense. I can assure you this is the best way to encourage better behavior in my class. You know I don't allow excessive tardiness or texting during MY lessons, young lady."
He blinks, making his eyes appear piteous and gently shakes his head while he makes the unapproved noise of *tsk, tsk, tsk* "And I was hoping to call you one of my more prestigious students... your grades are excellent but that doesn't mean you will get away with your naughty behavior."
You unconciously bite your lip and glance down at the floor, doing your best not to look at his hand underneath your skirt. Why am I letting him do this? you think. I know he's hot and all but Jesus girl get your shit straight!
His fingers slide up your leg further until the tips sneak underneath the hip of your pink laced panties, making you take a quick breath of surprise. You nervously look up at him again and notice his eyes are back to a primal craving.
"I know how you look at me during class," he says, as if he just read your mind. "And I assume that's why you're constantly texting your friends... to keep you distracted from staring at me after you've finished taking your notes."
You feel your face turn beat red, a whimper of embarassment lodged in your throat. He chuckles again, knowing he has discovered your secret. He leans onto you, his stomach just pressing against yours so he can put his mouth right next to your ear.
"Perhaps your attraction to me will increase your cooperation while I show you some good... old fashioned..." He bites the air with a loud click of his teeth, barely nipping your earlobe. "Discipline."
You involuntarily release your whine, then while taking a deep breath to compose yourself you notice his scent: spiced wood with an undertone of leather and a hint of citrus. Good god, it practically makes your knees melt, making you almost loose focus until his thumb outlines the crease of your leg and crotch, the sliver of his cool skin caressing your hot, needy flesh.
"Besides," Professor Laufeyson continues, his voice a low growl. "Isn't this what you've fantasized about? Is that why you always seek my extra help with a group of your friends so you wouldn't be alone with me, afraid you might say something.. innapropriate? Or in fear of me doing something like this to you, knowing how much you crave me? I doubt you even considered I watched you perform those teasing, carnal acts with one of your girlfriends in the library last week."
Your eyes widen in time for him to lean his head back to look at you, his eyes darkened with lust and dominance. You remember taking a quick glance at him while he was looking at books for this week's lesson, but you were sure you and your friend were discreet enough so he wouldn't hear or see you two.
"I-I wasn't.. you seemed so innocent, Professor. I never thought you would acknowledge us..."
"Oh but how could I not? With your sweet croons and sighs she was able to bring out of you... As much as I tried to respect your privacy, I couldn't help but wonder if I could do the same for you."
His lips press against yours, warm and soft. You don't do anything to provoke him yet you don't do anything to push him away. You're simply shocked at what he just confessed, not to mention his surprisingly gentle kiss. You close your eyes and take it in, relaxing against him. Just as you were getting comfortable and decided to give into what the professor wanted, his other hand grabs your waist, gently squeezing your supple flesh, enticing a moan from you.
Professor Laufeyson breaks the kiss with a bite of your lower lip, allowing it to slowly drag out from between his teeth. You breathe deeply in attemtpting to compose yourself, yet when you release it comes out as another strangled whimper. No help from his cologne, either.
"Ahh, yessss," he whispers. "Just like that."
You open your eyes to find him staring into yours again, his lips in a merciless grin after having his first taste of you, making you tremble at his glare. But if this is going anywhere, you think, well... the professor's teasing can only go so far. Someone has to get this started, right?
"W-what shall I do to improve my grade, P-Professor?" You ask, your voice barely audible. Swallowing hard, you really wish you didn't stutter like that.
His smile was slow, sweet, and smooth, reminding you of biting into soft, almost melted chocolate.
"Relax," he says, his voice soft but stern. "Lay down for me, dear."
His hands slide up your belly and gently pushes you so your back is flat on top of his desk. He continues to slide up until his long fingers glide over your breasts and squeezes them, the fabric of your bra suffocating you under his touch. He bites his lower lip as a soft groan escapes his throat.
"Good girl.. just relax and allow me to teach-" he falls to his knees in front of the desk- "you-" pulls your panties off from underneath your skirt- "'a lesson."
Your heart drums against your chest with the rapid beat of a futtering bird, increasing your breath, making you slightly dizzy from the excess oxygen and adrenaline rush. Suddenly the familiar warmth of his lips graze the skin of your inner thigh, his tongue giving you feather light licks trailing up between your legs.
"Mm.. so soft," he whisperes against you.
You tilt your head back, gripping the edges of the desk on each side.
"Professor, oh pleeease..."
"Ooh, such lovely manners. Perhaps I wont have to punish you so badly after all."
Moaning, you slightly arch your back off the desk. Since he's your literature professor, you decide to do your best to use eloquent language and hopefully persuade him to go as far as you're willing.
"Please Professor, administer your pleasures upon my writhing body," you whisper.
"Do you think I'm so easy to please, darling?" He chuckles before he nips at your bikini line, striking a jolt of white hot fire through your veins. "Remember, this is a punishment due to your behaviour in my class, and I will administer to your body as I see fit. Do you understand?"
Without warning he slaps your bare pussy, making you yelp, realizing how swollen it is by your unintended arousal from the feeling of your juices making a surprisingly wet noise.
"Professor Laufeyson, I'll be on time for the rest of the term, I promise!" You push your hips up, hoping to get closer to his face. "Have your way with me and let me go..."
"Oh, no, no, no, my dear. We wont be getting to that point so quickly. That is, if you're a good girl and do exactly as I say. Then I may reap you those rewards. But for now..."
He kisses the mound of your pussy, then dragging his lips down your moist slit, he flicks his tongue around your clit. You gasp as he tastes you, intruiging you to glance down at him. His eyes meet yours while he slides his hands underneath your bra and squeezes your bare breasts, pinching and twisting your nipples, making him groan in satisfaction, the humming of his voice vibrating against you. He lets go and takes your bra between the cups, ripping it in half. Your eyes widen, shocked at his strength. He squeezes your breasts again while you unbutton your blouse and open it, revealing the rest of your body shamelessly, molding your hands over his to encourage him.
"Don't stop... oh, Professor," you sigh. Your head continues to spin out of control, his endless teasing making you dizzier.
He pushes the tip of his tongue deeper between your folds, circling the surface of your hot cunt. He kneads your breasts while he licks you, pinching your nipples while he begins to softly suck on your clit.
"Oh, FUCK!!" You arch your back deeper, making sure Professor Laufeyson gets his fill of you, making his tongue slide around everywhere between your cunt and clit.
"Ooh, such vulgar language coming from a sweet mouth like yours," he says, his breath against your swollen pussy. "Now, now, I don't think we'll have any of that."
He stands up quickly and hovers over you, placing his hands on either side of your head on the desk and drives your mouth into yours, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Gripping his hair, you pull him closer as you moan into his mouth, then turn your head quickly to break the kiss, allowing yourself to speak.
"Fuck me, Professor Laufeyson. I need you inside me now!"
His red lips, now swollen from tasting you inside and out, curve into a snarl as a low growl eminates from his throat. "Tsk, tsk... so rude and impatient!" He bites your neck hard enough to leave a light mark on your flesh, making you squeak. "Alright, my dear. If you can undo my trousers without your hands, you can have me," he promises with a wink.
The professor lifts himself back up so he stands up straight in front of you. Incredibly eager, you sit up and plant your feet to the ground as well, but he holds one of his hands up.
"Ah ah ah! Patience..." he purrs, smirking.
You drop to your knees without hesitation, clasping your hands behind your neck. His black leather belt is at perfect eye level with you. Barely thinking it through, you grasp the strap between the buckle with your front teeth and pull, jerking your head to the side to let it loose. You hear the professor chuckling above you, but you ignore him, focusing on tearing off his pants.
Watching you struggle may have been too much for him because you see his long, slender fingers grasp his belt and slip it off himself. He even unbuttons his black slacks.
You look up at him as if he were your savior, thanking him for his generosity with your eyes.
"You can finish, I presume?" he asks, amusemet in his voice, raising his eyebrows.
Looking back at his crotch, you see only the zipper is left to unlatch and you nod your head.
"Good girl," he praises, gently placing his hand on the back of your head.
The edges of your front teeth are barely able to grasp the tip if his zipper, yet you manage to effortlessly pull it down. You even attempt at biting the edge of his boxers and pull them down slightly, his obvious erection making it easier for you as it slipped out and presented itself to you. You decide to take them off completely, tugging them from the bottom until the wasitband curves around his ass and slips off of his body, landing on the floor at his feet with his pants.
"Hmm.. I am quite impressed, miss," he says as he gently pets your head. "Now tell me, are you enjoying yourself whilst stripping your professor with you teeth?"
"Yes," you confess. Licking precum off of his tip, you begin to move your hands to grasp his cock by the hilt. "All I want to do is please you.."
"AH! What did I say?" He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls hard enough to make you stare up at him, his other hand slapping yours away. "No. Hands." He sighs in dissapointment. "Can't you be a bit more creative than that? You do wish to pass my class, correct?"
He pushes your head back down so your lips barely nudge his cock. You clasp you hands behind your back and let him slide into your mouth, making sure he's lodged all the way in.
"Aaah, that's it.. yesss," he whispers in satisfaction, slowly pushing himself into your mouth until his tip is slipping against the back of your throat. He grips onto your hair, watching his cock slide in and out between your pink, swollen lips. Feeling him entirely, you allow your throat to relax, moaning to let the vibrations of your voice stimulate him while you brush your tongue underneath his shaft. Glancing up at him, you notices his lips are parted, practically salivating as he watches you take him full in the mouth. You moan again as you move your lips up and down, watching him close his eyes and bite his lower lip.
"Oh, yes," Professor Laufeyson growls, thrusting himself faster into your mouth. "Eat my cock you naughty girl... swallow me in!"
You decide to break the rules once more and raise your hand to his cock, jerking the base as ou suck on him harder. His knees bend slightly just as you grab him, making him gasp.
"Oh, and I thought you were going to be a good girl," he whispered. He pulls your hair hard enough to release himself from your mouth with a wet popping noise. Picking you up under your arms, he pivots to the side and practically slams your ass on his desk and shoves you backwards so you end up sliding off and land in his large, plush leather chair behind you.
Gasping for air from the adreneline rush, you look up at him in confusion to find him glaring at you above his glasses. He unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the ground, allowing you to marvel at his lean, fit body, your eyes instantly glued to the light trail of black hair from his stomach down to his shaft. He begins to walk toward you and crawls over the desk, never taking his eyes off of you, looking like he's ready to pounce.
"I-I just want to please you, Professor Laufeyson," you whimper, dragging out his name, putting on your most innocent pout, batting your eyelashes.
When he gets to the edge of the desk, he lands on his feet before you, merely inches away. You notice his body frame trembling as his cock hardens even more, throbbing so far the tip grazes your bare stomach. He reaches to you and gives your breasts a quick squeeze then drags his fingertips to the hem of your skirt and lifts it up to reveal your soaking cunt.
Licking his lips in anticipation, he straddles you and slowly pushes the head of his cock into you, moaning while he stares at your folds enveloping him, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise you.
Your eyes roll in the back of your head, unable to believe how thick he is, filling you up entirely, making you arch your back, pushing your hips to follow his rhythm of pulling on them.
"Oh, Professor Laufeyson! Yes!" Your hands slip off the arms of the chair and immediately grab his biscepts to keep your balance.
He thrusts deeper into you, keeping a steady pace. "Oh, yes, darling. So tight.. oh, you're a good girl for me aren't you? So wet just for me."
You take in his dark, velvety accented voice, letting your head roll to the side as your eyes flutter shut. You head him utter a supressed groan and barely glance up to find him looking down between your legs, watching himself thrust in and out of you, your juices coating him while he squeezed them out of you. He looks back up and stares into your eyes. His are darkened with nothing but primal lust behind those glasses that give him the innocent facade of the modest, intelligent gentleman.
"Don't stop Professor! Please! You must know that I adore you.. please don't stop!"
You claw at his lower back and meld your hips together, making him struggle to push harder into you to make him go as far as possible.
"Oh yes," he gasps, his breath raspy. "You're my favorite." His forehead and upper lip begin to persperate, proving his efforts to satisfy you. "And please my dear.. call me Loki." He wraps his arms around your shoulders and presses his body against yours. You can feel a light sheen of sweat on his bare chest, making you want to eagerly slide your breasts against him.
Loki takes your face hin his hands and he kisses you hard, his tongue entertwining with yours. Moaning against his mouth, you roll your entire body onto his.
"Don't. Stop. Make me come," you command between rapid breaths. "Please. Loki. Professor. I'm yours. I'll do anything you wish!"
He picks up the rhythm and thrusts into you faster and harder, no longer limiting himself.
"Yes. Yes! You are mine!" he hisses in your ear. "Now come for me, my sweet. Come for your professor."
Loki feels his own orgasms approaching, the heat coursing through his veins. You arch your back, digging your head into the back of the chair as you grasp his lower back, all the while smashing your hips onto his, matching his rhythm perfectly, making each other's flesh slap in desperation for release.
"Fuck! Oh God!" you scream, you climax beginning to wave over you, eyes rolling in the back of your head. His name flows from your mouth in desperate cries over and over again while you come, as if it were a mantra, a prayer that could save you.
Loki squeezes your waist while he slams into you, yelling and cursing in such a vulgar manner you never thought someone like the professor would allow to flow from his mouth. His hot juices fill you to the brim that while he continues to pound into you, you can feel them gush from your cunt and slide down between the cheeks of your ass.
You shudder beneath him as you hold him close, barely able to breathe. He slides out of you and spreads his legs far enough to straddle your lap, cradling you close while kissing your forehead.
"Darling... you are simply exquisite. I never would have thought of you to be so submissive and seductively alluring," he whispers in your ear, catching his breath.
"Loki," you groan. "Don't let me go, please. I'll do anything you ask of me."
You lift your head to look deep into his emerald eyes, running the tips of your fingers slowly up and down his back.
"I would never leave you, my dear. I have learned that you are too good to me." He flashes a smile and leans in to give you a full kiss on the lips. Then his eyes light up when he looks at you again, raising his eyebrows as if in amusement. "And... anything?"
