The Professor's Curvy Intern's Office Surrender

Professor Marcus Kane's office smelled of old books, strong coffee, and the faint trace of Lila Voss's vanilla body lotion. At forty-two, he was a man who commanded lecture halls with nothing more than a raised eyebrow and a low, authoritative voice. For six weeks now that same voice had been strangled in his throat every time his twenty-two-year-old intern leaned over a file cabinet or crossed those thick, smooth thighs while taking notes.

Tonight the rest of the department had gone home hours ago. The grant proposal was due by midnight, and the two of them were the only souls left on the third floor of the literature building. Lila stood at the edge of his massive oak desk in a tight cream blouse that looked one deep breath away from losing its buttons and a black pencil skirt that barely contained the generous swell of her ass. Every time she bent forward to point at a paragraph, the hem rode higher.

Marcus tried to focus on the screen. He failed when she reached across for a binder.

The skirt slid up. Pale flesh, the soft lower curve of her plump ass, and the barest hint of crimson lace between her cheeks flashed in front of him like a lit match tossed into gasoline.

He stopped typing.

Lila froze, suddenly aware of the silence. She glanced back over her shoulder, cheeks already flushing. The position arched her back, pushed her heavy tits against the straining buttons, and left her ass presented like an offering.

Marcus let the silence stretch until her breathing quickened.

"You've been teasing me for weeks, Lila," he said, voice rough as gravel. "Every fucking day you walk in here in these tight little outfits, tits bouncing, hips swaying, and you expect me to keep pretending I'm not dying to bend you over this desk and ruin you."

Her lips parted. A visible shiver rolled through her curvy body.

"I... I didn't mean to," she whispered, but the way her thighs pressed together told a different story.

"Bullshit." He leaned back in his leather chair, letting her see the thick ridge of his cock straining against his charcoal slacks. "Tell me the truth. Right now."

Lila's blush deepened, but her eyes stayed glued to the massive bulge. "I've been wet for you since the first day," she breathed. "I touch myself every night thinking about your voice telling me what to do. I wear these skirts because I want you to look."

The confession snapped the last thread of his control.

She didn't wait for him to order her. Lila reached up, plucked the pen from behind her ear, and deliberately dropped it. It clattered under the desk.

"Oops," she said, voice dripping with filthy innocence.

Then she sank to her knees and crawled.

On all fours, ass high, back arched, she disappeared beneath the desk. Marcus watched every inch: the way her skirt rode up again, the way her thick thighs rubbed together, the damp spot already darkening the crotch of her tiny red panties. When she reached the pen she didn't pick it up immediately. Instead she turned, pressed her flushed cheek against the inside of his thigh, and nuzzled the hard length of his cock through his pants like a cat in heat.

"Fuck, Lila."

She rubbed her face along the thick shaft, breathing him in, leaving a wet spot of her own saliva on the fabric. "Can I taste you, Professor?"

Marcus answered by unzipping.

The moment his heavy cock sprang free, Lila moaned like she'd been waiting years for it. Nine thick inches, veined and flushed dark, the head already glistening. She rubbed her soft cheek against the hot skin, then dragged her tongue from balls to tip in one long, worshipful stroke.

But Marcus was done with slow.

He shoved his chair back, grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, and hauled her out from under the desk. In one powerful motion he lifted her curvy body and dropped her onto her back atop the scattered papers. Her skirt flipped up around her waist. He didn't bother removing the panties; he simply hooked two fingers into the soaked gusset and ripped them violently to the side.

Her pussy was perfect: plump, shaved smooth except for a tiny landing strip, lips swollen and slick with arousal. He dove in like a starving man.

The first long lick from her tight little hole to her throbbing clit made Lila cry out. The second had her thighs clamping around his head. By the time he sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard while thrusting two thick fingers deep into her cunt, she was babbling.

"Oh god, Professor, your mouth—I'm gonna—fuck, I'm—"

She came with a guttural wail, hips bucking, pussy gushing sweet nectar across his tongue. Marcus didn't stop. He curled his fingers, rubbed that spongy spot inside her, and kept devouring her clit until her entire body seized again. This time she squirted, hot clear fluid spraying across his chin and onto the polished wood of the desk.

Marcus rose, face shiny with her juices, and flipped her over like she weighed nothing. Lila's heavy tits spilled out of her ruined blouse as he shoved her chest down hard against the desk. Her wide hips and fat ass lifted instinctively, presenting her dripping cunt.

He didn't tease. He lined up the fat head of his cock and drove in with one brutal thrust.

Lila screamed in pleasure, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the desk. "So big—fuck, you're splitting me open!"

Marcus gripped her hips and started pounding her in deep, punishing strokes. The wet slap of his pelvis against her jiggling ass filled the office. He brought his hand down hard on one plump cheek, then the other, turning the pale flesh bright red while he railed her.

"Take it," he growled. "This is what you've been begging for every time you bent over in my office."

"Yes—yes—harder, please—"

He spanked her again, harder. Her cunt clenched around him like a vice.

Marcus suddenly pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her legs high. He slammed back inside her in one stroke, folding her nearly in half. His big hand wrapped around her throat, not choking, just holding, owning. Lila's eyes rolled back.

"Beg for my cock, Lila."

"Please, Professor, please fuck me stupid. I need it. I need your cock ruining my little pussy—"

He gave it to her. Deep, savage strokes that made her massive tits bounce wildly. Her second orgasm hit so hard her squirt sprayed around his pistoning shaft and dripped down his balls.

Marcus pulled out again and dropped into his chair, cock pointing straight up like a spear. "Ride me. Reverse. I want to watch that fat ass bounce while you fuck yourself on me."

Lila, legs shaking, climbed onto him. She faced away, reached back to spread her cheeks, and sank down onto his cock with a broken moan. The sight of her plump, reddened ass swallowing every inch was obscene. She started bouncing, slow at first, then faster, harder, her huge ass rippling with every impact.

Marcus gripped her hips and started thrusting up to meet her, driving even deeper. The wet sounds were filthy. Her moans were louder. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles.

"I'm gonna come again—fuck, I'm gonna—"

"Do it. Soak my cock."

She did. Her third orgasm ripped through her so violently she almost fell forward. Her cunt spasmed wildly around him, milking, begging.

Marcus couldn't hold back anymore.

He wrapped one arm around her soft waist, locked her down onto his lap, and erupted. Thick, heavy ropes of cum blasted deep into her pussy, pulse after pulse, filling her until it started leaking out around his shaft and running down his balls.

For a long minute the only sounds were their ragged breathing.

Marcus kept her impaled, his cock still twitching inside her overflowing cunt. He stroked her sweat-damp hair almost tenderly.

"Thank me for every orgasm, Lila."

Still panting, trembling, leaking his seed down her thighs in slow white rivulets, she whispered, "Thank you for making me squirt on your tongue, Professor. Thank you for fucking me senseless over your desk. Thank you for choking me while I came all over your cock. Thank you for filling my pussy with so much cum."

She slid off him on shaky legs, turned, and dropped to her knees between his spread thighs. With soft, devoted licks she cleaned every trace of their combined juices from his spent cock, sucking gently until he was spotless.

When she finally sat back on her heels, lips shiny, eyes glassy with satisfaction, she looked up at him with a small, filthy smile.

"I'm your personal office slut for the rest of the semester, Professor. Use me whenever you want."

Marcus looked down at his curvy, well-fucked intern, cum still dripping from her ruined cunt onto the floor of his office, and spoke the last words that would seal their new arrangement.

"Good. Because I'm nowhere near finished with you tonight."