He pressed himself against me, hard as a rock. His kiss was deep and passionate. His hands wrapped in my hair, forced me to turn around - my back against him. Still using his hand, he bent me forward over his desk, my breasts resting in the chilled spilled coffee. Releasing my hair he pushed down my jeans and pushed aside the crotch of my panties. A finger, or two, gently dipping inside of me... the slight touch immediately making me throb with heat and wet. His fingers, at least two now, starting to rhythmically push inside of me... his fingers curved downward to get that spot just opposite my clit. Three fingers now pounding against me and forcing me harder against the desk I tried to tilt my hips to give him better access and I could feel him pounding me deeper and more forcibly with what had to be half of his hand... the mixture of the pleasure and pain was making my legs weak. He withdrew his hand and very swiftly stuck his cock in my ass... again with the pleasure and pain. I hadn't had a chance to protest, but I had never been fucked like this before. He had one hand wrapped around my hip to allow him deeper access and the other hand had found it's way back into my hair, pulling my head up. Looking out into the lecture hall I saw the shadow of a person near the main door, the heat and surprise shot through me and before I knew what had happened I was convulsing with an amazing and intense orgasm. Professor B slammed into me twice more before pulling out and cumming all over my back. When the room had stopped spinning, I looked back up toward the door and saw no one.

I was rolled over, pulled upright, and kissed deeply. With a coffee stain on the tits of my blouse and the residue of his cum on my back, I was only left wondering who was watching and if they would watch again...