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(Hindi)Student Impregn*tes Feminist Professor
Luke, a 23-year-old guy, studies in a government medical college where all students are hardcore bookworms. He enters college thinking, since all his friends have girlfriends, he’ll find one too and have fun. But on his first day in class, he is shocked.
Every student is innocent, glued to books, and the girls are plain and studious. Luke’s grades were never great, but he took a gap year, worked hard, and got admitted. In the initial days, he makes several friends. He sees one girl in class who looks hot, and he gets close to her. She is a study nerd, so it takes months to build a real bond. Once she relaxes, Luke starts bringing her to his room.
Both are 22 and virgins, as medical college stress leaves no time for sex. Luke falls deeply in love with his girlfriend, Emma. He came to college wanting to hook up with hot chicks, but found a sweet, loyal girl who listens to him and acts like a wife. Luke spends countless nights with Emma, her tight, wet pussy gripping him as he thrusts, their bodies locked in a sweaty, shuddering rhythm, her moans driving him wild. Where he once came in minutes, now he lasts, pounding her deep until they both collapse, spent and tangled. After a year, their bond is unbreakable.
Back from holidays, their first class is physiology. Everyone chats, laughs, and has a good time. Then a teacher walks in—Dr. Sophie, 38, fucking gorgeous. The boys lose it, like a porn star stepped in. Luke, sitting with Emma, asks, “Is that the teacher?” Emma says, “She’s stunning.” Luke glances at her, but Dr. Sophie’s stare hits him like a jolt, her killer curves burning into his brain.
All the boys stare at Dr. Sophie’s body. Without a word, she starts writing on the board. Her tight blazer parts, showing off her perfect ass, and Luke’s cock twitches, his breath catching next to Emma. He hides it with a book, but his eyes stay glued to her, imagining stripping her bare. She writes her name, subject details, and introduces herself. It is the first day, so she says, “Today, you sit anywhere. From tomorrow, boys and girls sit separately in my class. If you talk or laugh for no reason, I’ll be the strictest.”
The boys, jacking off in their heads to Dr. Sophie, freeze. Their wet dream is a cold, hard bitch. Everyone sits scared. Class ends, and as Dr. Sophie leaves, gossip erupts, shitting on her. In days, seniors say Dr. Sophie is a feminist who models part-time and hates guys. One fuck-up, and she’ll tank you in vivas or exams. Boys avoid her and stay silent in her class.
Classes go normally for days until a moment changes Luke’s life. During exams, he waits outside after his viva, heart pounding from stress. Most students leave, but Luke stays for Emma. Dr. Sophie approaches, her voice like a whip. Seeing her, Luke says, “Good afternoon.” She knows his name and tells him to follow.
Luke skips classes to follow Dr. Sophie to a lab. She flips on the lights and leads him to a small room. Luke is terrified, hands clammy, breathing fast—Dr. Sophie scares every guy shitless. She hands him a plastic container and says, “Give a sperm sample for the students’ practical.” Luke’s heart skips, pounding like a drum. He knows about motility tests, but her order fucks with his head—can he do it, will it be enough? He feels sick.
Dr. Sophie says, “Take it, I don’t have time. Students will come in ten minutes.” Luke says, “Ma’am, can’t someone else do it?” She says, “Scared already? How’ll you be a doctor?” His lips dry up. He takes the container, hands shaking. Dr. Sophie sees and snaps, “Don’t waste my time.” Luke grabs it. She says, “Do it fast and give it,” and leaves to check lab equipment.
Luke is so scared of Dr. Sophie that his cock stays soft. With shaky hands, he unzips, pulls it out, and tries to get hard. It barely stiffens, just enough to grip. He strokes, but keeps looking back, scared someone will barge in. Minutes pass, he can’t relax, and his heart hammers from her vibe and exam stress.
Dr. Sophie comes back and says, “Done?” Her voice makes Luke shove his cock back and turn. She steps closer, eyes flicking to his crotch, making his pulse race. His zipper’s open, cock hidden. She is pissed and says, “You haven’t started?” Her sharp tone fucks him up. Luke says, “Ma’am, I was trying, but you came.” She says, “I don’t have time. I need the sample now. It’s your practical too and shows your seriousness.”
Dr. Sophie steps close, hand out. Luke backs up. Her anger spikes—she forgets students aren’t for punishing, but alone in the room, her feminist side doesn’t give a shit. She grabs his ear hard. Luke’s face burns red. She says, “Do it now.”
Luke pulls out his cock in front of her and strokes fast, heart pounding like crazy. It gets half-hard. Dr. Sophie says, “Give it.” One hand on his ear, the other near his cock. Scared shitless, Luke puts his cock in her hand.
Her soft fingers wrap around it, stroking slowly, each tug sending heat up his spine, his cock throbbing in her grip. He pulls her hand off his ear, eyes shut, lost in her hot, teasing touch.
Luke’s mouth opens. Dr. Sophie freaks him out, but she’s so fucking hot. Every guy dreams of her jerking them off, her fingers tight and slick, working him like a pro. Luke feels every pulse. Her scolding burns, so he thinks of Emma, where he lasts, to hold off. Dr. Sophie stares at his cock, eyes locked. She hates guys, but a hard cock in her hand flips a switch. She strokes faster, fingers gliding, each pull making Luke’s body burn. He knows he’s fucked, her grip too good. He wants to touch her, her breath hot on his ear. He hugs her with one arm. Thinking he’s gonna cum, she lets him. His hand hits her waist, softer than Emma’s, her warm skin spiking his pulse.
Dr. Sophie feels dirty, not wanting to please a guy or look weak. His cock gets wet, making slick sounds as she strokes. She watches, hooked. Luke’s hand slides to her ass, grabbing its tight curve, making his cock throb harder. Her heart races, anger fading as her pussy gets wet. She drops his cock and slaps him hard. Luke, about to blow, is stunned. She slaps again and says, “How dare you touch me? I can suspend you.”
His cock goes soft. He grabs her hand and says, “I was going to cum, I didn’t mean to grab you. It’s just human behavior—what’s my fault?” Then, girls come in for the exam. Dr. Sophie goes out, tells them to sit, comes back, and locks the door.
She walks up to Luke and says, “The HOD and seniors are coming. No mistakes. Finish fast.” She grabs his cock, gets it hard again, her soft fingers lighting him up, stroking with a slick, steady rhythm. Luke isn’t scared now—he wants her bad. He leans in, lips near her neck, her musky perfume fucking with his head. She pulls back, but he holds her close.
Her anger softens, body craving. She grips his cock tighter, and he kisses her neck, her shaky breath driving him wild. She strokes slowly, feeling it but staying in charge. Luke touches her boob, squeezing softly, its warmth calming him. She says, “Stop.” He keeps going, gently. She says, “I’ll slap you so hard it’ll echo. Take your hand off.”
Luke pulls back. Her scent—hot, heavy—hits him hard. He says, “Ma’am, you smell so fucking good.” He kisses her cheek. Dr. Sophie loses it, scratches his cock, and says, “Want my scent? I’ll give it to you.” She pulls his face to her armpit, pressing it against her shirt.
Luke breathes her in, her musky heat making his cock throb, body shaking. The sting makes him guide her hand to grip him right, and he hugs her, eyes closed, lost in her smell. He never knew a woman could fuck him up like this. Dr. Sophie watches him bury his face as she strokes, her fingers slick and commanding.
She forgets her hate for guys. Luke’s drunk on her scent, head spinning. She pulls him closer and says, “Finish, my hand’s tired.” Luke, eyes shut, stays glued to her, breathing hard. She sees his tongue hit her shirt, mouth open in her armpit.
Dr. Sophie’s pussy soaks, picturing him licking her bare armpit, a new kink sparking. Luke can’t hold it, her scent too much. His cum shoots out. She grabs the container, catches it, some spilling on her fingers, hot and sticky, making her pussy pulse.
Luke exhales, hugs Dr. Sophie, and says, “Thank you.” Her cum-wet hand hangs there. He hugs her again and says thanks. She says, “Enough, go.” His heart screams, “Don’t fuck over Emma, but Dr. Sophie’s scent is unreal.” He kisses her lips, their soft, wet heat lighting him up. She flinches, but he lingers before she says, “Luke!” He kisses her cheek and bolts. She stands, rubbing her sticky fingers, a spark in her chest. She washes up, takes the sample, and runs the practical.
Luke meets Emma outside. She says, “Where were you? You look like you ran a mile.” Guilt hits him hard. He wants to marry her but feels he fucked up. His heart says, “I love Emma so much, why this need for Dr. Sophie?” He changes the topic, and they leave.
Luke dodges Dr. Sophie, exams keeping them apart. One day, walking alone in the corridor, she comes from the left. They bump, her book drops. Luke says, “Sorry,” picks it up, then sees it’s her. Nervous, he says, “Good morning.” Dr. Sophie says, “Luke, I waited for you for days. Come to my office now.”
His stomach drops. Her tone means trouble. She walks off. Luke stands, flashing back to her jerking him off and his dumbass kissing her. He thinks, “If I had just jerked off quietly that day.” She looks back and says, “Hurry.” He follows.
Dr. Sophie goes into her office and locks the door. Luke’s legs shake, but he enters. She grabs his cock through his jeans, squeezes his balls hard. Luke yelps, “Ma’am!” She holds tight and slaps him hard. Her voice alone makes guys piss themselves, and now Luke’s in deep shit.
She says, “How dare you? No one has the balls to touch me till today. How did you kiss me without asking?” Luke’s a mess, barely holding it together, can’t find words. He grabs her hand to stop the pain, says sorry over and over. She doesn’t care—all guys are the same to her.
Luke drops to his knees, hands clasped, begs, “Ma’am, I know I crossed the limit that day, but it’s not my fault. I didn’t come thinking you’d jerk me off yourself. I got too horny and couldn’t control it. I’m really sorry. Forgive me this time.” Seeing him beg, Dr. Sophie’s feminist side kicks in hard. She loves him groveling. She gives a last warning and tells him to get out. Luke says sorry and leaves, feeling like shit. He didn’t think Dr. Sophie would be such a hardass.
Luke runs to Emma and hugs her tight. She says, “What happened suddenly?” He says, “I love you. I’m damn lucky I have you, otherwise girls these days can fuck up any guy’s life. You’re my rock.” She calms him, and Luke swears, as long as his degree lasts, he won’t deal with Dr. Sophie.
But fate’s a bitch. Luke is chilling with Emma and friends, everyone having fun. Dr. Sophie walks up and calls him. His friends stare, wondering why she’s on him. Emma says, “Why is Dr. Sophie calling you?” Luke says, “Don’t know,” and gets up.
Dr. Sophie, face blank, says, “I need a volunteer again. Practical class in 30 minutes. Go to my lab, all stuff is there, give a cum sample. Your sample was good that day.” Luke’s pissed—she fucked him over, now wants more. His grades are in her hands, so he’s screwed. He says, “Okay.”
Dr. Sophie turns, her hair swinging like a model’s. Emma comes up and asks, “What’s up?” Luke grabs her hand, takes her to the lab, and tells her about the cum sample. She says, “Why only you?” He says, “Fuck if I know. She said it, so I’m stuck. Now what? I’m freaking out.”
Emma puts a hand on his chest and cools him down. Luke says, “I’m burning up, can’t breathe.” She rips open his shirt and takes it off. The lab’s got no AC, just a fan. She cranks it and tells him to sit. In her arms, Luke chills out. He says, “I don’t wanna do this, let’s get someone else. Someone else can jerk off for her.”
Emma says, “You know how Dr. Sophie is. She’ll be here soon. This is your shot to score points with her. Why pass it up? She’ll remember you’re a good student when grading.” She laughs. Luke says, “Not funny. My cock won’t get hard thinking of her.” Emma smirks, “Not with me here? I’ll fix that.”
She slides her hand over his cock, rubbing through his jeans, her fingers teasing, making him hard as fuck. Luke grabs her, kisses her deep, their tongues tangling, bodies pressed tight. He squeezes her ass, and she slips her hand in his jeans, gripping his cock, her hot touch making him groan. Both get horny as hell. Emma pulls out his cock and teases, “Give me the sample, I’ll swallow it.”
Luke yanks her dress down, presses his cock against her pussy, her wet heat soaking him as they moan. It doesn’t go in—he smacks her bare ass first. She gasps, turning him on more. He smacks again. She pushes him and says, “Someone’ll come.” Luke, crazy horny, bends her over and smacks again. She says, “Dr. Sophie’s coming. Fill the damn container, let’s go. This feels weird.”
Luke says, “Fine, make me cum.” Emma says, “With my hand?” He says, “No, mouth—fuck, I mean hand.” She sits on a chair and grabs his cock. Luke stands, hands on her shoulders. She strokes fast, her warm fingers driving him wild. He loves it but can’t chill in the lab, scared of Dr. Sophie. Emma jerks him harder. Luke eyes her cleavage, then lifts her dress, slides his cock between her bra, her soft tits hugging him tight.
Emma says, “We’re in college. If someone comes, we’re fucked.” Luke moves, her tits stroking his cock, wet sounds filling the air. She says, “I’ll let you fuck my tits at home. Stop.” Luke’s too into it and keeps going.
Seeing he won’t stop, Emma squeezes her tits tighter, making it intense. Luke groans, thrusting faster. Dr. Sophie walks in and hears moans. She creeps to the room and peeks in. Luke’s fucking Emma’s tits, and she’s telling him to hurry.
Dr. Sophie grips the door, watching quietly. Luke lifts Emma’s bra, and she stays still. He presses his cock to her nipple, rubbing it. She moans, eyes shut. He taps her nipple, both getting worked up. Dr. Sophie’s pussy gets wet, her breath fast, torn between wanting it and hating guys’ control. Luke slides his thumb in Emma’s mouth. She’s soaked and loving it. Luke rests his cock on her face and says, “Fuck, it feels so good like this.”
Emma, pressed against his cock, says, “I wanna stay under it forever. This is my spot.” Luke taps his cock on her lips and says, “I love you.” He hands it back, and she strokes with the container. Luke cums hard, filling it. Emma sucks his cock clean, her lips tight and slow.
Dr. Sophie’s jaw drops, sweat on her brow, mixed feelings hitting hard. She steps back, makes noise, and walks in. Luke and Emma scramble and fix their clothes. Luke says, “Ma’am, this is my friend. She came to get me. Your task’s done. Can I go?”
Dr. Sophie sees his bullshit and remembers how he clung to her, sniffing her. Seeing both sides of him, she thanks him and lets them go. The couple bolts.
Dr. Sophie’s panties are drenched. She grabs the sample, the sight of his cum making her pussy throb. Her hand slips into her panties, fingers rubbing her wet clit, moans slipping out as she works herself. She opens the container, dips her finger in the cum, and jerks herself off fast on the chair, her pussy dripping. To stay quiet, she sucks the cum off her finger, eyes rolling as she fingers herself deeper. She cums hard, thinking, “This is fucked up, but why so good?” Her lips dry, body spent, thirsty as hell.
She’s pissed Luke’s so bold with Emma in front of her. She loves making him beg, but now she craves his cum. Her selfish side takes over. She decides to keep Luke under her thumb and scare him.
Next morning, she waits for Luke. Seeing him alone, she says, “Come to my office now. We gotta talk.” Luke says, “Tell me here. What now? I’m not going.” Dr. Sophie says, “I got a video of what you did yesterday.” Luke nearly collapses, dizzy. She grabs his hand and says, “I’ll delete it if you come.”
Luke, scared shitless, nods. She takes him to her office, locks the door, and sits him in her chair. He’s back to fearing her. She grabs his ear. Luke holds her hand and says, “Ma’am, I didn’t do shit now. You can’t fuck with me like this every time. Whatever happened was because of you, and I owned my fuck-ups. What I do with my girlfriend’s none of your business.”
Dr. Sophie loves his fear. She says, “Big talk? I can fail Emma in a second. I don’t care what you do with her. If she wants to be your bitch, fine. I need you for work. You sniffed me that day, and I liked it.”
Luke’s shocked. Dr. Sophie raises her arms and says, “Do it again.” His heart races. She’s hot as fuck, but he loves Emma and can’t cheat. His heart screams, “I love Emma so much, why this shit with Dr. Sophie?” She’s a selfish bitch. Dr. Sophie says, “Do it, or you’re fucked.”
Luke’s got no choice. He puts his hand on her waist. She’s close, her shirt hugging her sexy boobs, less weird with sleeves. He leans in slowly, eyes closed, presses his face in her armpit, hugs her, smells her musky scent, making his cock throb. Dr. Sophie breathes deeply, her hot breath hitting his ear.
Her other hand goes to his head. Luke forgets how close he is as she pulls him tight, all soft and warm. He loves it. He licks her armpit through her shirt, the taste fucking with his head. It’s early winter, no sweat, just her clean, hot body. No teacher’s got a body like hers. Luke’s lost in her smell.
She moves his face to her other armpit. Both get wet from his licking. He presses his face to her boobs. She’s into it. She unbuttons her shirt from below. Luke feels her opening it. He sees her hard nipple through the shirt and kisses it, the warm, firm feel making his cock pulse.
Dr. Sophie yanks her panties down and pushes Luke. He steps back and sees her body—sexy legs, smooth skin, pussy with a slight bulge and some hair. Used to Emma’s bushy pussy, this hot older woman’s pussy makes his mouth water. Before she forces him, he hugs her, presses his face to her pussy, its wet, warm feel hitting his lips, her musky scent driving him nuts.
Dr. Sophie moans as his tongue hits her. She grabs his ear. Luke, horny as fuck, starts licking, her sweet juices coating his tongue. She grabs his head and grinds on him. Like he rubs his cock on Emma’s face, Dr. Sophie grinds her pussy on his lips, her wet heat smearing his face. Both moan. Luke relaxes, loving being under her pussy, tasting every slick inch.
She lets go of his head. Luke stays, eyes closed, face buried in her pussy. She grabs his hair and pulls him off. Her hard side’s back. She slaps him lightly and says, “This is where guys belong. Remember it.” Luke doesn’t give a shit, hooked on her pussy’s taste, drunk on her.
She slaps again. Luke closes his eyes. She slaps both cheeks lightly. He’s into it. His cheeks redden. Dr. Sophie gets off on it, her feminist side roaring. She sees his wet face, her pussy hairs on his lips, red cheeks. She’s got her perfect toy.
She grabs his face and spits on it. Luke feels her wet spit hit his lips. He opens his eyes, sees her pink lips drooling into his mouth.
She presses his face back into her pussy, its taste flooding him again.
Luke thinks Emma never does this shit. Even her perfume isn’t this wild. Dr. Sophie’s body and tasty pussy fuck him up. Forgetting everything, he dives in, tongue deep in her wet pussy. Dr. Sophie feels him give in. Grabbing his face, she grinds and cums on his mouth, her juices soaking him as she moans loudly. Both relax.
Luke steps back. Dr. Sophie lies on the desk, legs open. Her pussy’s red, wet, bulging, setting his cock on fire. He’s proud he ate her out so good. His cock’s still hard. He thinks, “She’s lying there—I’ll fuck her pussy right now.”
Luke pulls out his cock and stands. Dr. Sophie’s out of it, eyes closed. He slides between her legs and shoves his cock in her pussy. She gasps loudly. He climbs on, hugs tightly, thrusts hard, her tight pussy gripping him. She cries out in pain. Her nails dig into his back. Both wince. After a few thrusts, it doesn’t go in fully before she pushes him off and slaps him hard.
Luke grabs her hand and tries to bend her over. She can’t fight his strength, and he pins her to the desk, eyeing her smooth, white, bubble ass, its soft feel burning his hands. He presses his cock to her asshole, knowing it from fucking Emma in the dark. He slides it in.
Feeling his cock, Dr. Sophie screams and uses all her strength. Luke, startled, pulls back. She stands and knees his balls. He drops, groaning. She slips off her shoe, shows her sexy foot, pink polish, and presses it on his face. In pain, he feels its warm touch. She says, “Don’t underestimate me. You don’t know me. Do only what I say, or I’ll rip your cock off.”
Luke’s pissed. After the pain and her shitty attitude, he wanted to fuck her ass, but she killed it. He stands, fixes his clothes, and leaves. He still wants her ass bad.
Luke stays Dr. Sophie’s toy. In her free time, she calls him to her office and fucks with him. Luke slowly convinces her he’s got needs too.
She starts stripping for him, and he licks her bare armpits, the taste of her naked skin driving him wild, a new fetish. He tries licking Emma’s armpits while fucking her pussy, but it tickles her, not as hot as Dr. Sophie. Dr. Sophie never lets him fuck, just lick her and jerk him off, her fingers stroking his cock with teasing skill. If he impresses her, she lets him hump her ass a bit, his cock sliding against her tight hole, but never near her pussy.
Luke’s desperation grows. He begs to fuck her with a condom, but Dr. Sophie’s scared of losing control, knowing he’ll want more.
One Sunday, Dr. Sophie calls him to college. She’s swamped grading papers and needs help. Emma’s out of town, so Luke thinks, “I’m free, might as well feel Dr. Sophie’s body.” He goes.
Dr. Sophie sits in a tight white t-shirt, her curves popping, boobs begging to be touched. Luke gets close; the floor’s empty. She says, “I’m stressed, got a headache.” He stands behind her, massages her head, fingers sliding over her soft neck. She doesn’t snap or act like a bitch for once. He rubs her shoulders. She breathes easily.
Luke slides his hand to her boob and squeezes softly. She closes her eyes. He says, “Ma’am, you okay? Not saying shit.” She says, “What’s to say? Too much work.” Luke feels something for her. He leans in, tilts her chair, kisses her lips, slowly and deeply, her warm breath hitting him. She says, “Want a slap?” He kisses harder, her juicy lips sucking him in. She pushes weakly. He doesn’t budge.
She says, “I got work. Get off.” Luke keeps kissing, and she gives in a bit, their tongues touching, her wet heat making his heart race. He slides his tongue deeper. She sucks lightly, then says, “I’ll hit you hard. Don’t get comfy.” Luke says, “Hit me. I don’t give a fuck. I’m hooked on you.”
Dr. Sophie’s heart pounds. She hates guys but feels pulled to him. She thinks, “This guy is fucking with me. I hate him, but he’s hot.” Luke kisses her face, hugs tightly, and says, “I love you. Not like with Emma. I got a girlfriend, but you’re different. I was scared of you, now I get off making you cum.”
His words shock her. She pushes him off and starts grading papers. Luke stands, fixes her desk, and sits at her feet. She says, “What are you doing?” He presses his face to her thighs, mouths her through her clothes, her warm skin making his cock throb. She relaxes and keeps grading.
Luke licks, making wet sounds in the quiet room. Her hate starts turning to something else. He lifts her t-shirt and unhooks her bra. She says nothing. He takes her boob in his mouth, eyes closed, her sweet scent hitting as her clothes open. She rests a hand on his head, and he starts dozing, her touch soft. He’s never sucked tits so slowly and deeply. He keeps sucking, sleep creeping in.
Luke, fearless, bites and tugs her nipple, its hard taste getting him hard. She lets him. Her boobs swell and redden. Both get hot, sweating lightly. Luke looks up; she’s sitting, mouth open, loving it.
He lifts her arm and kisses her armpit. He tastes her afternoon sweat, its musky kick hitting him hard. Both lose it, horny as fuck. He licks her warm armpit deeply, then the other. He says, “I love you.” She doesn’t answer.
He bites her boobs again. She doesn’t react, so he kisses down to her belly, her soft skin on his lips. She grabs his ears. He ignores, pulls her bottoms down. Her juicy pussy pops out. Without spreading her legs, he presses his tongue to her pussy, its wet heat on his lips, her sweet taste making him dizzy. He says, “You cum yet? I taste cream.” She tightens her legs and says, “No, please.” Luke doesn’t listen and eats her pussy, his tongue diving into her slick folds. She pulls his hair and moans. He keeps going till she cums, her juices flooding his mouth as she shakes. She hugs him and starts kissing. Luke opens his mouth, eyes closed. She sucks his lips and tongue hard, their wet kiss binding them.
Their breaths sync, bodies pressed. She feels she’s fucking up—his girlfriend, their age gap, no future. She thinks, “This is wrong, but why so good?” She pushes him away and says, “Enough, I got work.”
Luke stands, pulls out his cock, and says, “I need you.” She says, “I didn’t let you before, won’t now.” He says, “Fine, not your pussy, but let me touch your ass.” She feels guilty, turns, and bends over the desk.
Luke pulls her panties down, presses his cock to her warm ass, its soft grip making him groan. She says, “Just hump, don’t put it in.” He moans, sliding against her tight hole. She closes her eyes and feels his hard cock. He spanks her ass, her cheeks jiggling. She opens her eyes and starts to stand. Luke keeps her bent. She says, “No, not this.” He doesn’t listen, spanks again, her gasp fueling him.
She turns and slaps him. Luke says, “I don’t care. I know you’re into it, no matter how tough you act.” They lock eyes. She’s speechless. He bends her again, rubs his cock on her asshole, humping fast, the slick feel driving him wild.
Luke groans, “Fuck.” She grips the desk. He spanks while moving. She moans and starts liking it. Her hips redden. She lets go, body loose. Luke feels it and shoves his cock in her ass, her tight hole squeezing him.
She screams, loud as hell, echoing on the floor. Luke covers her mouth and lets her feel his cock. The first few thrusts hurt like hell. She spits in her hand and reaches back. Luke sees her grab his cock and stops. She rubs her spit on the tip. He spits too, and she slicks his cock with it. He slides back in, her ass taking him deeper. She feels submissive, emotions mixed.
Luke’s dream of fucking her ass comes true. He says, “The whole college wants this. I’m the luckiest.” He pulls back, turns her, and pushes her on the desk. She falls, legs open, pussy wet, hairs soaked. She knows he’s aiming for her pussy. She stops him. He presses his cock to her pussy, its wet heat tempting. She keeps blocking.
He says, “Enough. I do everything you say, what’s your problem? What don’t I know you want?” Her face reddens. He falls on her and kisses hard, their lips crashing. He lifts her arms and says, “I waited days for this. I earned it.”
Dr. Sophie says, “Luke, I’m not mad. You’re a good guy. I misjudged you. But this is wrong. I’m your teacher, and you’re cheating on your girlfriend.” Her heart races, pussy still wet, but her mind fights. Luke looks in her eyes, their soft shine hitting him.
He leans in, breath on her neck, and says, “Ma’am, I don’t want this either, but your smell, your touch, it fucks me up. I love Emma, but why this craving for you?” His hand slides to her thighs, her warm skin burning him. Her anger melts, but she holds her dominance.
She grabs his hand and says, “Enough, Luke. This can’t happen. Stay with your girlfriend. I don’t wanna fuck up your life.” Her voice shakes, body betraying her. Luke’s cock brushes her pussy, its wet heat sending shocks through him. He licks her neck, her musky taste filling his mouth.
Dr. Sophie moans, body trembling. She tries to push back, but Luke holds her hips, her ass’s soft warmth setting him off. She says, “Luke, stop. This is wrong.” Her voice lacks the old bite. He rubs his cock on her pussy, the wet sound like a dirty song. Her heart pounds, pussy dripping, her sweet scent driving him wild.
Luke slides his cock in her pussy, slowly and deeply, her tight, wet grip making her gasp. Her eyes close, breath stops, pussy squeezing him. She moans, “Luke… no…” but moves with him. He thrusts, her pussy’s slick friction making wet noises echo. Her boobs press against his chest, their soft heat pushing him further.
Her mind’s at war—feminist side screaming, body giving in. Luke whispers, “You want this. I feel it.” Each thrust hits her deeper, pussy pulsing around his cock. Her nails dig into his back, the sting making him thrust harder. They move together, her pussy gripping him perfectly, moans spilling fast, her hot breath in his ear. His cock dives deep, wet sounds filling the room, binding them.
Luke feels his cum building. He says, “Ma’am, I’m gonna cum.” She opens her eyes and says, “No, Luke, pull out.” But her body clings, pussy tightening. He thrusts deeply, cums inside, his hot load filling her pussy, sparking a wild heat in her. Her own orgasm hits, pussy soaking with his cum, body shaking. He kisses her forehead and says, “I love you.”
She wraps her legs around him and keeps him inside. They kiss slowly, lips locked, saying nothing for ten minutes. He pulls back, her pussy swollen, red, wet with cum. He grins, “Permanent sample, keep it safe.” She’s emotional, feeling alive at 38, naked in his arms.
She kisses him and says, “I love you too. This is what I wanted.” He touches her belly, a shared mark.
She pushes him to the chair and rides him, taking control. She fucks him hard again, pussy milking his cock, making him cum again, her dominance back as she drains him.
They collapse, tangled in the chair, spent.
As the holidays began, she resigned, leaving behind her old life. He proposed to his girlfriend, starting a new chapter. Meanwhile, the weight of loneliness and anger lifted from her, replaced by a sense of peace she hadn’t known before.
Though their relationship remained strong, it was no longer romantic. She found comfort in the care and attention he offered, but her path was her own now. With the baby on the way, she set her sights on a new future—modeling, a dream she had long held.
She no longer felt defined by her past, the anger and isolation fading into memory. Their connection remained, but her focus was on the life she would build for herself. She stayed in touch, sharing updates and embracing the new chapter of her life.
Her journey had only just begun, and this time, it was entirely hers to write.
The End