**Office Hours**

I’d always had a thing for her—Alyssa, that blonde bombshell who sat in the front row of my psychology lectures. Tight skirts, pouty lips, and that smirk like she already knew everything I was about to teach. But today, she lingered after class, swaying her hips toward my desk.

“Professor,” she purred, closing the door behind her. “I need *extra credit*.”

My throat went dry. I knew what that tone meant. She wasn’t here for the syllabus.

She dropped her bag on the chair and leaned over my desk, her tits practically spilling out of her low-cut top. “You’ve been staring at me all semester,” she murmured, fingers tracing the wood grain between us. “Bet you’d do *anything* to touch me.”

I swallowed hard. She wasn’t wrong.

Her hand slid under my tie, gripping it tight, forcing my face up to hers. “On your knees, professor.”

I obeyed without thinking, my slacks already straining against my hardening cock. The tile was cold under my knees, but the heat pouring off her was unbearable. She lifted a foot onto my chair, her short skirt riding higher, and I caught a glimpse of her bare pussy—shaved, glistening.

“Lick,” she ordered, pressing her cunt to my face.

I buried my tongue between her folds, moaning at the taste of her—sweet, musky, perfect. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking me closer as I lapped at her clit, sucking it between my lips. She gasped, grinding against my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re pathetic,” she breathed. “A grown man drooling over a teen’s pussy like a dog.”

I whined, fucking her with my tongue, drunk on the way her thighs trembled around my head. She came with a shudder, her juices dripping down my chin.

Then, with a cruel smile, she stepped back and unzipped my pants. My cock sprang free, throbbing and desperate. She gave it a slow stroke, chuckling. “This is all for me, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes,” I choked out.

She smacked my shaft with her palm, making me hiss. “*Yes, what?*”

“Yes, *mistress*.”

“Better.” She shoved me back into my chair and climbed onto my lap, sinking onto my cock inch by inch, her tight cunt squeezing me like a vise. “You don’t move,” she whispered, rolling her hips. “I take what I want.”

And she did—riding me hard, her tits bouncing, her nails raking down my chest. I groaned, gripping the armrests, letting her use me like a toy.

“Come inside me, professor,” she taunted, slamming down harder. “You know you can’t hold back.”

I didn’t. I exploded, filling her up while she laughed, milking every drop.

When she stood, my cum dripped down her thighs. She wiped her fingers through it, then shoved them into my mouth. “Clean up.”

I sucked obediently as she picked up her bag.

“See you next lecture,” she said, blowing a kiss before sauntering out.

And I knew—I was *ruined.*