Confession - Professor fucked me while on call with his wife

I still can't believe what happened yesterday during my office hours with Professor Thompson. It was two months since I started secretly hooking up with him, and I thought I had gotten used to the thrill of it all. But nothing could have prepared me for this.

As soon as the door locked behind us, he grabbed my hips and bent me over his desk. The second he pushed inside me without a condom, I knew we were in trouble if anyone walked in. But I was too lost in the feeling to care. His thick cock stretched me wide, filling me up completely.

"Fuck," he breathed against my ear, his hands gripping my ass tightly. "You're so goddamn tight."

I felt him start to move, thrusting into me with a rhythm that quickly had me panting and clenching around him. My skirt was still bunched around my waist from when I undressed earlier; now it rode up, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Just as we hit our stride, his phone began ringing loudly on the desk behind us. He cursed under his breath but didn't stop fucking me. Instead, he reached over and answered it, all while still buried inside me.

"Hey, honey," he said, his voice smooth as silk despite the illicit act unfolding beneath him. "How was your day?"

I had to bite down on my arm hard enough to taste blood in order not to moan at the sensation of him moving within me. Every thrust made the wet sounds louder and more obscene; I could feel myself dripping down my thighs.

His wife, unaware of her husband's infidelity, chatted away while we continued our clandestine encounter. He fucked me with slow, deliberate strokes during their conversation, as if to prove he was still a man capable of desire even in the most mundane moments of married life.

When he finally ended the call and tossed his phone aside, he grabbed my hips again, picking up the pace brutally. The desk creaked under us, my ass slapping against it with each deep thrust. He came hard inside me, spurting so much that when he pulled out, I could see a puddle of his cum forming on the office floor.

Without a word or even a glance back at the mess we'd made, I straightened up and smoothed down my skirt, trying to look innocent despite the cum leaking down my thighs. It was a struggle not to smile as I walked out of his office, past the students waiting patiently outside for their turn with him.

As I made my way back across campus, I couldn't shake off the feeling of euphoria that lingered within me. There was something about knowing we were taking such a massive risk – and getting away with it – that heightened every sensation.

Now, as I sit in my dorm room, staring at nothing but the memories replaying in my head, I can feel his cum still inside me, reminding me of our forbidden encounter. And despite everything, all I want is to do it again.