Professor fickt dunkelhaarige Studentin

Title: “A Lewd Lesson: The Raven-Haired minx and Her Lustful Professor”

As the final bell rang, echoed through the hallowed halls of Heidelberg University, a striking brunette named Sophia strode confidently from the lecture theater. Her neatly pressed cream mini-skirt hugged her shapely hips and pencil-thin thighs, and the tight blue blouse strained against her ample bosom with each determined step. The last student lingering on campus, she made a beeline for the office of Herr Professor Lehmann, her undisputed academic superhero.

Sophia rapped on the aging oak door, waited for a gruff “Treten Sie ein”, and slipped inside the room. A cloud of stale cigar smoke enveloped her as she shut the door and leaned against it.

“Ah, Fräulein Sophia! Joy of joys. To what do I owe the pleasure of this impromptu visit?” Professor Lehmann inquired, raising a bushy gray eyebrow that matched his wiry mustache. He was a towering figure, with a barrel chest and arms like tree trunks, tapering into hands that seemed oversized even for his broad frame.

Sophia took a step closer, her heart hammering against her ribcage. “Professor,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “I…I’ve admired you for so long. The way you lecture, the passion you bring to every topic. I feel drawn to it all. To you.”

Lehmann chuckled, a deep rumble that started in his chest and shook his entire frame. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Fräulein. But your good grades already speak for themselves. What is it you want?”

Emboldened by his words and the approval in his piercing blue eyes, the darkened-haired beauty walked slowly up to the desk, perching herself on the edge. Her legs dangled, spread just enough for Lehmann to catch a glimpse of her lacy black panties at the top of her stockings.

“You can drop the formalities, you know,” she said, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “Marcus.”

The professor stiffened at her blatant familiarity, but did not pull away from her touch. If anything, he seemed to lean into it. “I’ve always known there was something special about you,” he confessed, his gruff voice dropping another octave. “A little minx.”

Sophia threw her head back and laughed, a tinkling bell-like sound that contrasted harshly with his gravelly timbre. “Probably the same way you always know when I’m here to learn. What I want.”

“Perhaps.” Lehmann captured her hand in his and brought it to his lips, lightly grazing the padded pad of her thumb with the stubble on his chin. “But I have a feeling you want more than an A in German Philosophy.”

He placed her palm flat on his chest, over his pounding heart. Sophia felt it thudding against her hand, and a shiver of desire raced down her spine. Slowly, deliberately, she began to trail her hand downwards, over the expanse of his heaving chest, his tight stomach, his–

Lehmann captured her wrists, halting her progress. “Vee have time, minx,” he murmurs, voice husky with barely restrained passion. “I vas going to make you wait. Vant you to hurt.”

With surprising strength, he pulled her up and off the desk, spinning her around and bending her over. Sophia yelped in shock, but quickly relaxed, moaning as the rough denim of his jeans ground against her ass.

Lehmann worked her panties off with one had, teasing the swollen folds of her sex with the rough pads of his fingers. Sophia arched beneath him, pushing her hips back. “Please, Marcus,” she whimpered.

“Please vhat?” He toyed with her a moment longer before plunging his fingers into her dripping channel, groaning at how easily they slid inside.

“Please fuck me,” Sophia gasped, her body already tensing, building to a crescendo. “Did you acquaint it? Rut me silly, professor. Treat me like the naughty student I am.”

Marcus leaned down to gently bite her neck with his teeth, his stubble rubbing her skin like sandpaper. As he did, he positioned the thick head of his cock, already rock hard, at the slick entrance to her cunt. Sophia held her breath, bracing herself.

Then, with one swift, powerful thrust, Marcus hilted himself inside her. Sophia cried out at the intrusion, her elastic walls stretching to accommodate his girth. For a moment, both froze, reveling in their joined bodies. Then Marcus began to rut, pistoning into her over and over, using the perch advantage to drive himself impossibly deep with each thrust.

Sophia writhed beneath him, his twin assault on her vulnerable neck and weeping pussy driving her wild with lust. The slaps of his pelvis against her jiggling cheeks echoed obscenely through the classroom, interspersed with his grunts and her keening moans.

Unable to help herself, Sophia began to push back, matching him thrust for thrust, greedily impaling herself on his rigid shaft. “Oh god Marcus,” she whimpered breathlessly, “your cock feels so good. So deep. I love being studiously punished by you.”

He grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her spine into an arced bow. His other hand slipped under her hips to furiously rub her clit in time with his thrusting, and Sophia felt herself starting to unravel, the coil in her belly winding tighter and tighter.

Just as she thought she would break, Lehmann pulled his fingers away and delivered a sharp smack to her bouncing ass, sending her hurtling over the edge. Sophia screamed, her cunt clenching and fluttering around his pistoning shaft, milking him for all he was worth.

With a roar, he answering his own crisis, emptying himself deep inside her spasming walls. Sophia felt each jet of his hot seed, flooding her, filling her, claiming her. Spent, they collapsed together on the desk, hearts pounding in tandem.

Lehmann wrapped his arms around the brunette beauty, tilting her chin up for a languid kiss. “You’ve leveled up, mein liebe,” he murmurs approvingly. “This is only the beginning of your education.”

Sophia grins, sending a wicked sparkle dancing across the depths of her sea-green eyes. “I’ll be your best student, Professor. Naughty and diligent in equal parts.”