The Young Professor's Desire (4)
Time flowed by, and soon it was Tuesday, the time for my marketing lecture. I sat in the classroom, waiting for Professor Song Eunchae, curious to see how her desires had shifted. When the door finally opened, Professor Song Eunchae walked in, her face looking a bit more exhausted than it had during the first lecture. Perhaps she had spent every night imagining my cock buried deep inside her, masturbating her own pussy?
Given that she was intentionally avoiding my gaze after we briefly made eye contact during attendance, it seemed highly likely that my guess was correct. My eyes persistently and stickily followed her as she tried to dodge me, and after our eyes met once or twice, she finally revealed the desire she had been desperately trying to hide.
The desire she revealed was incredibly desperate. If her thirst had only grown despite meeting her boyfriend on the weekend for sex, it must mean he was a bit lacking in that department, right? She probably hadn't been able to have satisfying sex in their usual relationship either... If she wanted me this desperately, shouldn't I sacrifice this body of mine to save one person? With that nonsensical self-justification, I decided to stop testing the waters and finish the job today.
Once the lecture ended, I sent my house slave Minyoung away first and followed Professor Song Eunchae from a distance. The lecture hall was on the third floor and the professor's office was on the fifth, so she took the stairs. By the time she reached the fifth floor, there were no students around and almost no one passing by.
Her backside as she climbed the stairs in an office look that accentuated her slender figure made it impossible for anyone watching to take their eyes off her. Her smooth, shapely legs, the way her hips swayed left and right, and the inner thigh flesh that peeked out slightly with every step she took on the stairs had a power that made blood rush straight to my cock. By the time she reached the fifth floor and was walking down the hallway, I quickened my pace, approached her, and spoke.
"Professor Song Eunchae."
Startled by the sudden call, she stopped and turned around. When she confirmed that it was me who had called her, her eyes widened and her pupils trembled.
"Ah! Student Kang Taejin, what is it?" she asked, barely managing to compose her expression.
"Oh? You remember my name? I'm grateful..."
"I'm trying to remember the students' names as much as I can."
"That's impressive." I threw out a hollow compliment and continued the conversation.
"It's nothing. But what brings you to me?"
"I have a few things I'm curious about. Could you spare some time?"
"Sure. Go ahead and ask."
"I have quite a few questions, so could we do it in your office?"
"Hmm... alright. Come in."
That was how I entered her office. I followed her in and closed the door behind me.
Click.
And I locked it. Her shoulder flinched; she definitely heard the sound of me locking the door. Yet, she didn't ask why I was locking it. That meant she was already expecting something.
The conflict, desire, and expectation visible in her eyes. Thinking about how to handle this woman, I walked toward the sofa.
"Sit over there."
"Yes."
"Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"I'd be grateful if you gave me one."
She put a capsule into the coffee machine in the corner, brewed the coffee, and brought it to me.
"Thank you, I'll enjoy it."
"Sure. Now, shall we hear your questions?"
I pondered for a moment. Should I take it slow? Or should I push directly? I decided. I'd just push forward... because I thought the look of her being flustered would be more fun!
"How did it feel?"
"How did it feel? What do you mean?" She looked bewildered by my sudden question.
"You saw it, didn't you?"
"W-what are you talking about?"
"The gym."
".......!"
An earthquake occurred in her pupils. 'As expected, this is more fun.'
"You saw it, right? Me playing with my bitch?"
"B-bitch... what on earth are you talking about?"
"It's troublesome if you play dumb after secretly watching twice..."
"T-that is..."
I pressed her once more as she was speechless from embarrassment.
"I know everything, so tell me. Tell me your impressions of watching twice."
"Haa... why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm just genuinely curious."
Answering like that, I stood up, slowly went behind her, placed my hand gently on her shoulder, and pressed down to apply pressure. She flinched in surprise when my hand touched her, but she didn't move despite the pressure. I whispered into her ear.
"You were turned on watching my bitch being handled roughly, weren't you? Seeing her throat being stuffed deep, being mounted like a dog, and seeing her fountain and climax while being treated miserably like a slave—didn't that make your pussy itch? You imagined what it would feel like if you were the one being treated like that, didn't you? You thought, 'I want to be fucked by that cock,' didn't you? You masturbated at home imagining being fucked by my cock, right?"
She couldn't pull herself together at my questions pouring into her ear.
"N-no... I never... ah-huk."
As if to punish her for lying, I swept my hand from her shoulder down to the front and grabbed her breasts tightly.
"You shouldn't lie... didn't you see our bitch getting punished? I'll give you another chance, so answer me." I said, releasing the grip and gently kneading her breasts.
"Hut... ha-uk... y-yes, you're right... ah-ung..."
"Good job. Isn't it nice to answer honestly? Now... so I'm going to collect the admission fee from now on."
"A-admission fee...?"
"Yes. Since you secretly watched the bitch fountain show, which is hard to see easily, twice, you naturally have to pay the admission fee."
"H-how much...?"
"Not with money, but with your body."
"Ha-uk..."
I grabbed her breasts tightly once more, pulled my hand away, went in front of her, and said,
"Lean over and hold onto the sofa backrest."
"A-I can't..."
I ignored her words, lifted her up, turned her around, and made her lean over the sofa. She followed my touch as if she couldn't win, and looked back at me with eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation. I placed my hand on her buttocks, rubbed them, and said, "You have a beautiful body..."
"Heu... ha-ah..."
The hand that was touching her buttocks went down the outside of her thighs, then went back up inside her skirt along the inside. My hand reached her panties and rubbed her pussy with my fingers.
"Ha-ung... heu-ut..."
Her panties were already soaked with fluid, and confirming that her body was ready, I pulled up her skirt and lowered her panties to her thighs. Her chrysanthemum-shaped anus, clenched tight, and her pussy, dripping with fluid, were exposed to the cool air and pulsed slightly.
"It seems your body is already ready to pay the admission fee, so I'll take it right away."
I lowered my pants, threw away my underwear, grabbed my cock, and rubbed the glans against her pussy to coat it thoroughly with her juices. I placed the glans at her pussy hole, grabbed her buttocks tightly, and warned her.
"It's going to be a bit rough, so try to endure it well."
As soon as I finished speaking, I pushed my cock in to the hilt. With the feeling of the glans hitting the cervix, her vaginal muscles tightened around my cock.
"Ha-ah-ak... eu-eu... w-wait a minute..."
"Oh... the tightening is no joke. Most men wouldn't last long..."
After giving her a moment to adapt, I immediately started moving my waist.
— Squish... squish... squish... squish...
"Ha-eu-uk... ha-ung... ha-uk... s-slowly..."
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
I ignored her request and increased the speed.
— Slap... slap... slap... slap...
"Ha-ak... ha-ung... too... hard... ha-ang..."
"You wanted to be fucked this roughly by my cock, didn't you? Isn't that right?"
"Ha-uk... y-yes... ha-ang... hut..."
"How does it feel to be fucked? Does it soothe your itchy pussy?"
"It's good... it's so good... ha-ak... ha-ak... the big thing is... scratching the inside... it's so good... I'm going crazy..."
Caught in a pleasure she had never felt before, I grabbed her hair, pulled it, lifted her upper body, and kneaded her breasts with one hand. My waist didn't rest, hitting her buttocks, and every time my cock was slammed in with a slap, the pussy juices that had flowed out splashed everywhere.
"Ha-ang... hang... ha-ung... ha-ang... i-it's coming... the big thing... is coming... what do I do..."
I let go of both hands, grabbed her buttocks tightly again, and went for the final spurt.
— Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap...
"I'm going to cum soon, so take it all in your pussy."
"Ha-ang... yes... cum... inside... heu-ut... all of it..."
I inserted my cock, which had been slamming in violently, to the root, pushed the cervix with my glans, and poured out my semen.
— Gush... gush... gush... splurt... splurt... splurrrrt...
"Ha-a-ang... ha-a-a-a-ang..."
— Pshhh... pshhh... pshhh... pshhh...
Lying sprawled on the sofa, swallowed by orgasm, she poured out her pussy juices. A moment later, when I pulled my cock out, the semen dripped onto the sofa. I lifted her up as she lay there, unable to pull herself together, sat her on the sofa, thrust my cock in front of her face, and said,
"You saw what you need to do, so you know, right? Clean it."
"Ha... ha... yes."
With unfocused eyes, she stared for a moment at my cock, which was covered in semen and her own pussy juices, then opened her mouth and began to suck my cock.
— Slurp, slurrrp, slurp, chomp, chomp...
"You have to clean it cleanly down to the base of the shaft."
"Pah... yes... ha..."
She cleaned it, licking from the testicles up the shaft.
"Stop that now, lean back, and spread your legs."
"Yes? We just finished..."
"Didn't you see that it doesn't end with just once? Spread them quickly."
As I said that, I approached her, grabbed her legs myself, spread them, and immediately thrust my cock in.
"Ha-ak... w-wait a minute..."
"I don't listen to your opinion. Today, you just have to be fucked however I fuck you."
I ignored her opinion and started shaking my waist again.