Her Filthy Professors

My jaw drops the second he pulls away to stare down at me.

“I think you have me confused with someone else,” I say meekly. My words come out shaky at best, terrified at worst. Because the part of my brain still operating says the mathematics of my current situation means only one thing. They know.

Air comes in short supply suddenly.

Professor Black chuckles and it’s a gravelly sound that shoots my blood pressure through the roof right along with my need to feel his tongue on my nipples.

He drops one of his hands to my stomach and slowly works his way to the edge of my uniform. I didn’t want to go home before work so I dressed in this lousy thing. Now I’m suddenly grateful for the lack of light.

He growls at the way I buck against his hand. My skin prickles as he slides farther up my thigh. I wish I could say I don’t moan, gasp and clutch his hand to me the second I feel his fingers slide my wet panties to the side, but I’d rather not lie.

I do all those things and more.

I spread my legs wide open and Preston is right there to help his friend. His strong hand echoes the same movements of Black’s. Holy fuck. I’m instantly soaked. One tortures my throbbing clit, the other sinking a thick finger into my channel. Together they work me until my chest heaves with the need to find air.

Dripping girl-cum over my professors’ wicked fingers in the back of the library didn’t make it to my fantasy list, but now...God yes, please!

“Our dirty girl likes being naughty in public. Are you getting hot and bothered because someone might walk in on us?”

Nope. “How should I react when you have me pinned and ready to come?” What I really want to say is I can’t seem to help myself around them. But letting them know how much control they have over me seems self-sacrificial.

Their eyes burn fiercely for a second as they stare down at me. “Wow, you guys take working together to a whole new level.”

I tend to get snippy and sarcastic when I’m nervous or getting fingered in the public, it seems. Something I’m just learning about myself.

“She’s fucking soaking wet.”

“Professor Black, Professor Preston,” I whisper, not really knowing what else to say. My brain left my body in control and right now it says roll with the incoming orgasm.

Preston buries his hand in my hair and pulls my mouth to his.

Black growls and I know he likes seeing his friend deep-throating my mouth with his tongue.

They fall into sync and both bite, lick and kiss their way down my throat. My hands go to the back of their heads and I hold them there, savoring every last second of this moment.

But habits are hard to break and I’ve sent the better part of my adulthood with worry as a steady companion. “What if someone finds us, what if I… what if I…” And that’s where all thoughts die.

“Scream for us baby. God, her pussy is sucking my finger deep.”

“Give us everything. Come and when you do, you’ll get your surprise.”

Preston inserts another finger, stretching me, pumping me faster. His friend mercilessly strokes my clit. My eyes flutter shut and buck against their hands. Their cocks throb against my thighs with the last of my reservations evaporating.

“Take me,” I plead.

“We will, baby. Soon enough.”

“Come now, Jemma! Give us all of it!”

I don’t know who says what but I obey. Fire licks against my insides and the faster they stroke my clit and finger fuck me the closer… “Oh, yes, right there,” I pant.

My body tightens, blood rushes, my pussy clenches, spilling hot girl-cum.

“Beautiful every time,” Professor Preston purrs.

I whimper when Preston withdraws his finger. He brings it to my mouth and swallows thickly as he dips it between my lips. “Suck it,” he commands gruffly. And I do.

It’s filthy and I should feel shameful. But I open for him as he feeds me his cum-coated fingers and I moan when the taste of my release touches my tongue.