It was time to show him the side of me I’ve hidden for years, I told myself as I lifted a hand to knock on the door of my husband’s office. I’ve denied myself long enough.
“Come in,” his voice came from behind the closed door and as I entered his office, I found him at his desk, leaning back in a leather chair, nose buried in a book. His bright blue eyes caught me by surprise and sent tingling excitement down my spine. “Harper? Did we had lunch scheduled together, and I forgot?”
I sat down, wet my lips, and moved forward, my hands moving to the belt of mine, undoing it. I couldn’t stop them from trembling, and I hoped he didn’t notice it.
“I came here to talk about that deadline I missed, Professor,” I said, my voice soft and innocent as I came over to his desk. His eyebrows were still furrowed and he slowly blinks at me.
My coat fell apart, showing the little outfit I was wearing underneath. It could be called an outfit if you want. The skirt was barely covering my back in a small pleated. He could see where my thighs meet the top of my cheeks if he turned his head right now.
My breasts were kept in check by a white shirt tied around my waist. A matching black lace bra peeked through the top, where I had left three buttons unbuttoned.
As he looked at the scene in front of me, I noticed his widening eyes and parted lips. He could not see that it was a cheap eBay Halloween costume. Was it too bold to come here and throw myself at him?
His gaze met mine and there was only one thing in those blue eyes: deep, uncontrollable desire. He wiped his mouth and adjusted his seat. The book was firmly closed on the desk. He then rubbed his nose with those long, wavy fingers that I wanted to run all over him.
“I see that, Miss Collins,” he said, his voice hoarse. “And what are we going to do with you? I’m afraid I can’t let you go without a suitable punishment.”
My breath sucked in my throat and my feet pressed against his words. His intense gaze never once left my eyes, and I didn’t dare look away as I walked around the desk.
Leaning my hip on the desk, I allowed him to see my long legs. My legs were covered by his gaze, which traveled up to the top of my skirt. His gaze was limited to a few inches of skin and warmth pooled between his legs.
“I’m devastated to hear that, professor,” I said, batting my lashes. “Is there really nothing I could do to make you extend the deadline for me? This is it? Anything?”
He turned with his chair to face me fully, and I didn’t miss the way his pants were tight around his groin. My heart raced at the sight of the hidden treasure beneath all the clothing.
“Anything, you say?” He asked. “I might be willing to grant you the extension if you can do something for me.”
“Anything, professor,” I promised, almost breathless.
His large palm reached my tight skin, and his hot touch made it burn. He gently pulled it up and dragged it down, caring for my skin but not moving any higher than that of the skirt.
I bit my lip to stop myself moving my hips and arching my back for him to touch me higher. His small, evil smile at the corner of his lips told me that his touch had changed my life.
“Good girl.” He smirked, moving his hand away and leaning back in his chair. “Why don’t you sit on the desk in front of me, right here, and spread your legs for me.”
I agreed, and slid over to the center of the desk so that I could sit in front of him. I didn’t hesitate to spread my legs, giving him a better look under the tiny skirt of the thin strip of black lace that covered me. I was certain that it was already soaking.
My suspicion was confirmed by the way his eyes darkened from desire. He reached for me and ran his hands over the wet lacing, his throat swelled with a growl.
I couldn’t stop the whimper and twitch of my hips at his touch as the throbbing intensified. I could not resist grabbing his hand to make him fuck my genitals.
“I want you to touch yourself.” There was a challenge in his eyes, so bold and daring that my heart skipped a beat.
Harper Collins, the wife of a professor at Holton University, couldn’t have done it. Not a chance.
But I wasn’t Harper Collins, the wife, right this moment. No, I was Harper, the student who had missed a deadline and who’s going to fuck her professor for it.
Without second thoughts, I placed my hand between my tights and tapped one finger on my clit. It was hot and I gasped at every gentle tap, even though it was underwear.
My hand was now between his legs and his eyes, but I kept my focus on his face. It was amazing to watch his face twist in joy and agony, as well as the way that his gaze became darker with the hazy desire that I was causing him to feel.
Heat surged through my body, up to my stomach and legs. My cheeks were burning when I touched my clit with my finger, slipping a finger under my lace.
I lifted one leg, placing the heeled foot on one of the arms of the chair, and his gaze didn’t miss it, sliding it all the way down the length of my leg so close to him and back up to where now I have worked for a second hand in, one finger sliding in and out of me.
My mind began to drift at some point. I closed my eyes and tilted backward as my head drifted in the warm sea. As the strongest wave approached, I gasped and bit my lips, eager to experience it.
“Stop.” His voice was hoarse and hard. It was an order, and I couldn’t disobey.
My hands remained still, and the pleasure slowly receded as I opened my eyes to see his intense gaze. I lifted my hands from him and placed them on the desk. He clenched so hard his jaw.
“Good girl,” he whispered, dragging a finger over his sharp jaw. “Now, do you know what else would please me?”
“What, professor?” I asked softly, arching my back.
“I think it would be just wise to punish you for missing the deadline, don’t you think, Miss Collins?” He rose from the chair and went around the table to the wall where a large wooden ruler hung.
It was a gift from the University for his 10th anniversary as a mathematics professor — a handmade piece of oak that he rarely took to class with him but rather displayed proudly in his office.
“Turn around and place your hands on the desk for me, Miss Collins,” he instructed, and without a word, I followed the command. I was exposed from the back and he had full access to my genitals.
He stood silently behind me as he walked around the desk. I was overwhelmed with anticipation, excitement, and a bit of shame, but I didn’t dare move nor say a word. I waited.
His hand gently touched one of mine cheeks, before squeezing lightly. I leaned forward and bit my lips. Then, he gave me another spank. Instead of using his hand, he used a ruler.
I gasped as the heat surged through me once again, up to my neck, and down to my cheeks. It stung, yet the weird feeling didn’t stop the warmth from further gathering between my tights.
“Will you be missing any more deadlines in the future, Miss Collins?” he asked, gently caressing my ass.
“No, professor,” I managed, breathless.
A chuckle. I was then sent shivers of pain by another spank. “I don’t think I believe you, Miss Collins. You’ll have to be more convincing.”
His hands were gentle and soothing, and he gently stroked my cheeks. I spread my hands on the desk and arch my back.
“I won’t miss any deadlines in the future, professor,” I said, my voice low. “I promise.”
I heard the ruler clack on the desk next to me. His hands were on my hips and he was turning me around to face him. He had managed to remove his white shirt while I was bent down at the desk, showing me his sun-tanned shoulders, flat stomach, and bare thighs. I took my time to take in the view in front of me, the view that I haven’t seen in a long time.
His hands moved around my body, sliding from my hips up to my waist and finding my aching breasts. They were able to free themselves from the tight shirt in a matter of seconds and find the hook on my bra with his clever fingers.
After my breasts were open, he lowered the head and put one nipple in his mouth. I could hear him mumbling over my breast. The gentle vibrations sent a wave of pleasure through my body. I let him do whatever I wanted with me, melting in his arms while his tongue circled around my breasts.
I felt his hard cock press into my tight and I lowered my hand between us, wishing that it was within me. As I pulled his pants down and placed my hand inside, the man leaned back, pulling away from my breasts.
I wrapped my hand around his hard cock, drawing another groan from him. I felt his skin heat under my touch and I moved my fingers up and down to get into his length. It was just how he liked it.
He moved closer to me with his hips, pressing against my hand as his hands gripped my genitals, forcing me into his arms. I gasped as the pain in my tights became too much.
He was the one I needed.
My hands shaking, I moved his pants down, letting go of his cock. I moved quickly to the desk and tugged him closer towards me. His cock flitted towards me.
He grasped my chin, raising his gaze to mine, as he slowly glided inside me. It made my whole body shake. He smiled a strange, unnatural smile as he moved within and outside of me, constantly watching my face.
I was overcome with emotion and pleasure and flushed. He fist me on his desk first, slowly and steadily, then later, rough and deep, until the end.
I gasped and whimper as tension built between my legs. I thought I was going insane as he gripped my hips more tightly and pushed me into his legs.
My pleasure was so overwhelming that I couldn’t contain a scream in my throat when it found me. He held my hand and stopped any sound from coming out of my mouth. I felt the joy rolling through me as waves.
“Shh. You don’t want other people finding out about your after-school activities, now do you, Miss Collins?” he whispered over my mouth as he removed his hand, and the only thing I could hear was whimper in response.
After I had stopped, he began moving his hips again, driving his cock deep within me, looking for his own pleasure. I stopped him and placed my hand on his chest.
His eyebrows rose in question as I pushed him backward, but he didn’t argue, falling back into his chair, his cock still hard. I dropped from the desk and left a wet streak behind, before falling on my knees in front.
It’s been a while since I had him in my mouth, and as I took him inside, I couldn’t find a reasonable explanation as to why. I groaned at his cock and he rolled his eyes, his head resting on the chair’s head.
I licked him up and down, dragging my wet tongue over his length like he was the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. My hand was wrapped around his shaft and I twisted and pumped as I worked the tip.
He raised his hips and I took him into my mouth. The tip of his tongue touched my throat and he groaned. I repeated the gesture again, my whole body tightening. I let the tip of him touch my throat, and he continued to sucking on my lips, the salty taste in my mouth.
After letting him go, I straightened my back and my gaze met his. I licked his lips and he followed my movements.
“I hope that pleased you, professor,” I said softly, dragging a hand over his thigh.
He took my face and cradled it in his palm, gently stroking my cheek with his thumb. “More than you know, Miss Collins.”
I smiled at him and he reciprocated it. It made my heart turn. I had a long list of dreams that I wanted to fulfill, and this was only the beginning.
Karolina Wilde works as a writer about sexual wellness. Her work was published on The Ascent, P.S. She has published work on I Love You and Sexography to over 25,000+ people. You can find her reading, podcasting, and creating TikTok videos in her spare time.