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My Tryst With the Professor (Part III)

“Shh, be quiet!” Lexi whispered, giggling quietly as she grabbed Dr. Claar’s hand and pulled him through the aisles of the university library.

He tightened his grip on her hand and stopped in the middle of one of the aisles of books, pulling her back to him. She stared up at him, smiling softly. He leaned in and kissed her, gently at first but then harder, backing her up against the book shelves.

She moaned softly when his fingers grazed her nipples through her dress. He fondled her tits, pressing one of his thighs between her legs.

“Not here,” Lexi murmured. She grabbed his hand and started pulling him along behind her again.

It was the week of final exams, and the library was crowded with students cramming for tests. Lexi wove through different sections of the library, walking quickly to the secluded section she frequently studied in.

Lexi and Dr. Claar had been spending a significant amount of time together since September, and what had started out as something purely sexual had quickly escalated into something more. They didn’t go out in public together, and in class he rarely seemed to acknowledge her beyond anything more than just another student. But when they were alone, it was completely different. It was personal and uninhibited. She was hesitant to call it a relationship, but in some respects it was.

She had been studying on the first floor of the library with a few of her friends when she saw him walk in. She knew he had been in meetings all afternoon, and from the look on his face, she could also tell he was stressed out.

Lexi knew she couldn’t very well walk up to him and kiss him in front of a library full of people, but that didn’t stop her from desperately wanting to. Instead, she picked up her phone and sent him a text message, knowing he couldn’t see her from where he was standing.

You look really good in that shirt. It’d look better on my floor, though, she wrote, biting her bottom lip to keep from giggling.

Almost instantly her phone lit up.

Where are you?

She saw him looking across the room, his eyes searching for her. She picked up her phone again.

Meet me on the fourth floor. I want to see you for a few minutes.

And so there she was, pulling him along behind her until she reached the periodicals section, stopping at the end of one of the aisles to look around. It was deserted, as it usually was when she came up there to study.

“Here,” she whispered, turning around to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him deeply.

He slid his hands around her waist and inside her sweater, moving them down to cup her ass cheeks firmly through her dress. She moaned quietly, her lips still pressed against his.

He started a trail of kisses down her neck, licking and sucking every so often. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, his hand settled on her hip, while the other slid underneath her dress and started to rub her pussy. He moaned when he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“No panties, huh?” he whispered, his fingers grazing her clit and sliding back down her (already wet) pussy lips. “Someone’s being awfully naughty today.”

Lexi stifled a groan when he slid a finger inside her, her pussy instantly clenching around it. He added a second finger, covering her mouth with his own, kissing her hard.

He fingered her hard, biting and sucking on her lower lip while she tried to remain quiet. He withdrew his fingers, sliding them past her lips. She eagerly licked and sucked on them, savoring the taste of herself on his skin.

She kissed him again, softly this time, letting her lips and tongue linger.

“Stressful afternoon?” she murmured, resting her forehead against his.

He nodded, kissing her forehead.

“Tell me what I can do to make it better,” she whispered, grabbing him by the chin and kissing him, teasing his tongue with her own.

He groaned softly and spun her around so she was facing the shelves instead of him. He moved her hair over to one shoulder and started kissing her neck, nipping gently. She sighed and closed her eyes, practically melting against him.

“Let me fuck you right here, right now,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

“Why should I?” Lexi asked, reaching between them to stroke his cock through his pants.

“Do you feel how hard you’re making my dick, Lexi?” he countered, still whispering in her ear. “That’s why.”

She looked over her shoulder and up at him, smiling softly. He pushed her closer to the bookcase, not stopping until her body was closed in between it and his.

“Lexi…” he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.

“Fuck,” she hissed in surrender, her knees going weak.

She was still stroking his cock through his pants, and he grabbed her wrists roughly with one hand, pressing them into the small of her back while he rubbed her pussy with the other.

“I’m going to let go of your hands, and you’re going to put them on the shelf,” he whispered, releasing his hold. She placed them where he had indicated and sighed, leaning back against him and closing her eyes.

He continued whispering. “You’re not going to move them, nor are you going to make a sound when I fuck you. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head slowly, willing to do whatever she could for him.

“You’re such a perfect little fuck doll, Lexi,” he said quietly, kissing her neck again. “You know that, right?”

She moaned softly in response, relishing the names he called her and the way he always wanted her. The feel of his lips pressed against her skin left her wanting more of him, and she instinctively began to grind her ass against his cock.

He pushed her away, reaching down to take his cock out of his pants. She sighed when she felt the tip sliding up and down her pussy lips, pushing against her clit before moving back down to her tight fuck hole.

“Tell me how much you want my cock, Lexi,” he said, teasing her.

“Please,” she whispered, halfway begging him. “I need to feel you inside of me.”

Before she could finish her sentence, he was inside her, his cock stretching her tight pussy. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out.

He built up a steady rhythm, fucking her slow and deep from behind. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, and anyone walking by could easily see what the two of them were doing. His hand held on to her waist with one hand, guiding her back and forth on his cock while his other hand roughly fondled her tits.

She started squeezing her pussy around his cock, milking him, holding him balls deep inside of her.

“Fuck, Lexi,” he groaned, fucking her harder, tweaking and pinching her nipples inside her dress.

She leaned her head back, resting it in the crook of his neck and collarbone, panting. She knew she was going to cum soon, and she didn’t know how quiet she could be when it happened.

“Are you close?” he asked, sucking on her neck. She nodded, and his hand moved from her tits to her clit, rubbing it hard. “Cum for me, Lexi. Cum hard all over my cock, but don’t you dare make a sound.”

Her orgasm exploded at the sound of his command, her whole body shaking and writhing in his arms. She covered her mouth to keep from moaning out loud, desperately wanting to scream when she felt him start to cum inside her.

He pumped in and out of her, filling her tight cunt with his hot, sticky cum until she felt it start to drip down her thighs.

His fingers were intertwined with hers, pressing her hands against one of the shelves. He leaned against her, both of them trying to catch their breath. He nuzzled his face against her neck, inhaling deeply.

They stood in the silence, both of them basking in the bliss of having done something so naughty on such a whim. It was the definition of a quickie, but easily one the hottest moments they had shared. He began to pull out of her and a river of cum flowed down her legs. She giggled, feeling deliciously sexy and naughty.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispered, kissing him passionately.

He pulled her dress back down over her hips and zipped up his pants, his tongue dancing with hers.

“Neither can I,” he replied, smiling down at her. “It was just what I needed, though.”

Before Lexi could say anything else, though, she heard someone clapping softly at the end of the aisle. She looked up, startled, and Dr. Claar’s eyes followed hers.

“Bravo, Lexi,” said the unfamiliar third voice. “Now I know why you’re always so happy to go to your Poli Sci class. And why you always brag about how well you’re doing in it.”

“Fuck.” Lexi said aloud, looking up at Dr. Claar, her eyes wide. A million thoughts were racing through her mind all at once, but all she could do was stand there, frozen by shock.

He stared back and forth between Lexi and their uninvited audience. He whistled softly, running his hands through his hair.

“‘Fuck’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

-To be Continued-

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