The Kinky Sex I Had with My Professor

It was my final semester at university, and I was struggling in Professor Clara Hensley’s advanced literature class. Her lectures on gothic romance were riveting, but her assignments were brutal. I’d been scraping by with Cs, and I needed at least a B to keep my scholarship. So, I booked a meeting in her office to beg for extra credit. Little did I know that meeting would change everything.

Professor Hensley’s office was tucked away in the old humanities building, all dark wood and shelves groaning with books. When I knocked, she called, “Come in!” in that crisp, commanding tone that always made my pulse quicken. She was in her late thirties, with sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled into a tight bun, and glasses that made her look like she could see through your soul. And, God, her figure—those big tits strained against her tailored blouse, impossible to ignore.

“Mr. Carter,” she said, peering over her glasses as I sat down. “You’re here about your grade, I presume?”

I nodded, fumbling. “Yeah, I—uh—I really need to pull my grade up. Is there any extra credit I can do?”

She leaned back, tapping a ruler against her palm. The motion was hypnotic. “Extra credit isn’t just handed out, James. You’d need to earn it. Show me… dedication.”

Her tone had an edge, like she was testing me. I swallowed hard. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Professor.”

A slow smile curved her lips. “Whatever it takes? Bold words.” She stood, walked around her desk, and leaned against it, inches from me. The ruler dangled from her fingers. “Let’s see how serious you are.”

My heart pounded. Was she flirting? Her blouse gaped slightly, revealing a hint of lace. I tried to focus on her face, but those big tits were right there. “I’m serious,” I said, voice low.

She tilted her head, studying me. “Close the door and lock it.”

I hesitated, then did as she asked. The click of the lock felt final. She pointed to a chair. “Sit.”

I obeyed, my jeans tightening as she stepped closer, ruler in hand. “You’ve been distracted in my class,” she said, her voice silky but firm. “Staring when you should be listening. Do you think I don’t notice?”

My face burned. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Don’t apologize.” She tapped the ruler against my thigh, a light sting that sent a jolt through me. “I like a student who’s… attentive. But you need discipline.”

“Discipline?” I echoed, my mouth dry.

She nodded, circling me like a predator. “Stand up. Bend over the desk.”

My brain short-circuited, but my body moved. I leaned over her desk, palms flat on the polished wood. She stepped behind me, and I felt the ruler trace down my spine. “You’ve been a bad boy, James,” she murmured. “And bad boys get spanked.”

The first smack of the ruler on my ass was sharp, surprising. I gasped, more from shock than pain. She laughed softly. “Oh, you can take more than that.” Another smack, harder this time, and I gripped the desk, my dick straining against my jeans. The mix of pain and pleasure was dizzying.

“Professor, I—” I started, but she cut me off.

“Quiet. You’ll speak when I tell you.” She delivered three more quick spanks, each one making me harder. Then she leaned close, her breath warm against my ear. “Turn around.”

I did, and she was right there, her big tits brushing my chest. Her eyes flicked down to the bulge in my jeans. “Well,” she purred, “looks like you’re enjoying your punishment.”

I couldn’t speak, just nodded. She set the ruler down and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her. “You’ve been staring at these all semester,” she said, cupping her breasts. “Want a closer look?”

“Yes,” I croaked.

She smirked, unhooking her bra. Her tits spilled free, full and perfect, nipples hard. I groaned, and she grabbed my hand, guiding it to her chest. “Touch me,” she ordered.

I did, squeezing her soft, heavy breasts, thumbing her nipples. She moaned softly, then pushed me back into the chair. “Let’s see what you’re working with,” she said, kneeling and unzipping my jeans. My cock sprang free, and her eyes widened. “Oh, James. This is… impressive.”

Before I could respond, she took me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. I gripped the chair, head thrown back, as she sucked me deep, her lips tight and wet. “Fuck, Professor,” I gasped. “That feels so good.”

She pulled back, licking her lips. “Language, James.” But her eyes were playful. She stood, shimmying out of her skirt, revealing matching black panties. She slid them down, exposing her trimmed pussy, and climbed onto my lap, straddling me.

“You want to fuck your professor?” she whispered, grinding against me.

“Yes,” I said, desperate. “Please.”

She reached down, guiding my big dick to her entrance. She was wet, tight, and as she sank onto me, we both moaned. “God, you’re big,” she gasped, rocking her hips. “Fill me up.”

I grabbed her hips, thrusting up to meet her. Her boobs bounced with every movement, and I couldn’t resist sucking a nipple into my mouth. She moaned louder, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder.”

I did, slamming into her, the desk creaking beneath us. The ruler was within reach, and on impulse, I grabbed it, giving her ass a light smack. She gasped, clenching around me. 

“Naughty boy,” she panted. “Do it again.”

I spanked her again, harder, and she cried out, her pussy tightening. “You like that, don’t you?” I growled, finding my confidence.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Spank me, fuck me, make me come.”

I kept going, alternating thrusts and spanks, her moans filling the room. Her tits pressed against my chest as she rode me, her breath hot against my neck. “I’m close,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I fucked her harder, spanking her one last time, and she came with a shuddering cry, her pussy pulsing around me. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I groaned, cumming deep inside her.

We stayed like that for a moment, panting, her forehead against mine. Then she kissed me, slow and deep, before climbing off. “You’ve earned that extra credit,” she said, smirking as she adjusted her clothes. “But don’t think this gets you out of studying.”

I grinned, still dazed. “Yes, Professor.”

“See you in class,” she said, unlocking the door. “And James? Don’t be late.”

I left her office, legs shaky, knowing I’d never look at her ruler—or her giant tits—the same way again.