I never expected my English lit professor to corner me after class. Mrs. Thompson was the kind of woman who owned every room she walked into: tall, dark-skinned, curves that her pencil skirts barely contained, and a voice like warm honey when she lectured. At twenty-two I was just another senior trying to pass her final, but the way her eyes kept dropping to my crotch during office hours told me she wanted more than my essay.
It started with a late-night email. "Come by my office at 8. We need to discuss your performance." I showed up thinking grades. She locked the door behind me, leaned against her desk, and said it straight: "I've seen the way you fill out those jeans. I want that giant cock inside me tonight."
No slow dance. She dropped to her knees right there on the office carpet, unzipped me, and pulled my dick out. It was already half-hard from the shock and the smell of her perfume. She wrapped both hands around the shaft, eyes widening. "Fuck, it's even bigger than I imagined." Her tongue dragged from the base all the way to the swollen head, licking the slit before she stretched her lips around it. She couldn't take more than half at first, but she worked it with wet, sloppy strokes, spit running down my balls while she moaned like she was starving.
I grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth. She took it, gagging when the head hit the back of her throat, mascara starting to run. "That's it, professor," I growled. "Suck that big dick." She pulled off just long enough to say, "Call me Denise when my mouth's full of you," then went back down harder.
We didn't make it to her place until the next weekend. Her apartment was small, neat, and smelled like her. She stripped in the living room, dark nipples tight, pussy already glistening. I bent her over the arm of the couch and rubbed the fat head of my cock up and down her slit. She pushed back, trying to take it. "Don't tease. Shove it in."
I sank in slow, inch by inch, watching her dark lips stretch around my pale shaft. She was tight and hot, gripping every ridge. Halfway in she started shaking. "Too big," she gasped, but her hips kept rolling, trying to pull more inside. I held still until she relaxed, then drove the rest home with one thrust. She cried out, fingers clawing the cushions.
I fucked her like that for a long time, long strokes that made her ass ripple every time my hips slapped against it. Her pussy got wetter, creamy rings forming around the base of my cock. When she came the first time she went rigid, then started babbling, "Don't stop, wreck that pussy, give me every inch." I reached under and rubbed her clit while I pounded harder. She squirted around my dick, soaking my balls and the floor.
We moved to the bedroom. She rode me next, squatting over my lap, sinking down until her ass rested on my thighs. Her tits bounced in my face and I sucked her nipples while she ground on the full length. Every time she lifted up I could see her stretched pussy clinging to me, reluctant to let go. She came again like that, thighs trembling, nails digging into my chest.
Later she got on all fours and begged me to take her ass. I worked lube into her with two fingers first, then pressed the head against her tight ring. It took patience, but once the crown popped inside she pushed back greedily. "Deeper. I want to feel full." I gave her shallow strokes until she opened up, then buried the whole thing. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while I fucked her ass, coming so hard she collapsed onto the mattress.
By morning we were both raw. She woke me with her mouth again, this time swallowing as much as she could and jerking the rest until I flooded her throat. She swallowed every drop, then licked me clean and said, "Same time next week. Bring that giant cock ready."
We kept it up through the rest of the semester. Office quickies between classes, weekends at her place where she let me use every hole until she was shaking and hoarse. She never asked me to hold back. She wanted it rough, deep, and relentless, and I gave it to her until neither of us could walk straight. When finals ended she pulled me into her office one last time, bent over the desk in her graduation gown, and whispered, "One more time before you leave." I fucked her slow and hard while she came on my cock, both of us knowing it was the last time but neither of us stopping until we were spent.