**Ruined by My Hot MILF Professor**

I’d been fantasizing about Professor Lawson since day one of my senior year. She was in her late 30s, with curves that could make a preacher sin—thick thighs, round tits barely contained by her tight blouses, and this fucking *look* she gave when she knew you were staring. Today, after class, she asked me to stay behind under the guise of “discussing my grade.” But we both knew what this was really about.

She locked the door behind the last student and leaned against her desk, crossing her legs so her skirt rode up just enough to tease. “You’ve been staring at me all semester,” she said, voice like honey laced with poison. “You think I haven’t noticed?” My dick was already hard in my jeans.

Before I could answer, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. “Open your fucking mouth,” she ordered. I obeyed instantly, and she smirked before shoving her middle finger inside, pressing down on my tongue like she owned it. “You’re pathetic,” she murmured, watching me drool around her finger. “Look at you—hard as a rock just from this. You want more?”

I nodded desperately, and she laughed, twisting her finger deeper until I gagged. “Good boy.” Then she pulled her finger out, slick with my spit, and dragged it down my chest to my zipper. She palmed my cock through my jeans, making me groan. “You don’t get to come until I say so. Understood?”

I barely choked out a *yes* before she shoved me into her chair and dropped to her knees. She yanked my pants down, my dick springing free, already leaking. “Disgusting,” she said, but then she wrapped her lips around me, sucking hard, her tongue swirling under the head. I hissed, grabbing the chair arms to keep from bucking into her mouth.

She pulled off with a pop, her fingers digging into my thighs. “I didn’t tell you to move.” Then she stood, hiked up her skirt, and straddled me—no panties. Her pussy was soaked, glistening against my stomach as she ground down. “You’re going to ruin your fucking pants,” she taunted, rubbing herself against me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please—fuck, let me touch you—”

She grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the chair. “No.” Then she lifted her hips just enough to line me up, and sank down in one brutal stroke. Her cunt was tight and scorching hot, clenching around me as she moaned. “That’s it—take it, you little slut.”

She rode me mercilessly, slamming her hips down, her tits bouncing in her blouse. Every time I tried to thrust up, she dug her nails into my chest. “I said *don’t* move.”

The pressure built until my balls ached. “Professor—I’m gonna—”

She squeezed her thighs around me, cutting me off. “You don’t get to come until I’m done with you.” Then she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. “And I’m not done.”

She stood up abruptly, leaving my cock twitching and desperate, then turned around, bending over her desk. “Lick me,” she demanded, spreading her ass cheeks.

I dropped to my knees, my tongue diving into her wet pussy, lapping at her clit like a starving man. She moaned, grinding back against my face. “Fuck—just like that—”

When she finally came, she shoved me away, flipping me onto my back. Then she jerked me off with rough, fast strokes, watching my expression twist. “Go on,” she sneered. “Ruin yourself for me.”

I came hard, ropes of cum shooting onto my stomach—untouched, humiliated, completely *ruined*.

Professor Lawson stood, smoothing her skirt. “Clean yourself up,” she said, as if she hadn’t just wrecked me. “And next time? Beg harder.”