Stalking My Professor - Part 3 - After Hours

I didn't want to cum too soon. I finally had Dr. Beltran where I wanted him, where he belonged, begging underneath me. *FINALLY GETTING TO THE GOOD STUFF!*

He really wanted that scarf back.

He let every class know that there would be no consequences if the thief returned the scarf to his drop box within the week, and no one ever even needed to know who it was.

Needless to say, I had a very different idea in mind as to how to return what I'd taken... and take something else while I was at it.

It had been a little over a week since I'd stolen Dr. Beltran's scarf. It no longer held his scent the way it used to. That's what drove me to make my decision. It was time for the real thing now. I couldn't stand waiting any longer, fantasies just weren't enough anymore. I needed to fuck him, needed to gag him on my cock, needed to hear the slutty sounds he would make for me.

I waited until almost everyone had cleared off of campus for the night. The library would close soon, and I knew from nearly a month of stalking him that Dr. Beltran would be there until they kicked him out.

Sure enough, he was in the library just like I knew he would be. Just like I'd watched him do many times, he sat surrounded by books about whatever random topic he’d decided to research tonight. Tonight as always, he looked absolutely ravishing with his brow furrowed in deep focus, lady-like pink lips parted. His navy blue suit jacket hung on the back of his chair, his purple polkadot tie was loosened, and the sleaves of his lavender dress shirt were rolled up to the elbow revealing the lean muscles of his forearms.

Tonight, I knew how to get him all alone and take what was mine.

I approached the table where he sat. His leg bounced and he was twirling a pen between his long, slender fingers. I started to imagining that his cock might fit a similar description, but I couldn't let myself get distracted. I would find out soon enough what was hiding under that tailored suit.

"Um, excuse me, Professor Beltran?" I said, feigning innocence.

He startled slightly, then looked up at me with a tired smile, showing off his perfect teeth.

"Hello," he answered far to formally. In his tired state outside of the classroom where he (thought he) held authority, his true socially awkward nature showed through. He put his book down and stood. "Can I help you with something?"

We were closer than we'd ever been, and I could size him up properly for the first time. His body was slender, probably all lean muscle. He stood a towering 6'3 as opposed to my own 5'8, but I had more meat on my bones than he did. I was at that university on a wrestling scholarship so not only was I built for it, I was trained in how to subdue a man. I was confident that I could easily overpower him physically if I needed to.

I hopped I'd need to.

I cleared my throat and shifted. I hoped my demeanor came off as simple shyness when in reality, I was bursting with excitement and already getting painfully hard in anticipation of what was to come.

"I stopped by your room because I had some questions about the diagnostic criteria for BPD, but obviously you weren't there. I noticed something, though. I think someone returned your scarf."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's sitting on the table by your podium."

"Awesome, thank you so much for letting me know." He grabbed his suit jacket and picked up his stack of books. He rushed to set them on the return cart before motioning for me to follow him. "We can talk on the way, I'm happy to answer your questions."

I smiled. My plan was in motion and soon Dr. Beltran would be mine. "Thanks so much, Dr. Beltran."

"So, the key markers we look for in borderline personality disorder..." despitehow desperately horny I was, I actually paid attention to what he had to say. His voice was sexy regardless of what he was talking about. I asked questions to keep him engaged so that he wouldn't notice the growing bulge in the front of my pants. He eagerly answered every question and, by the time we got to his room, I felt like an expert on the subject.

Outside the classroom, he stopped, looking confused.

"Something wrong, Professor?"

"How...how could someone have gotten in to return the scarf if my room is locked?"

My blood ran cold as a feared I'd been caught. I hadn't accounted for the fact that his room would be locked. Thinking quickly, I said, "Maybe it was another teacher playing a prank. I hear some of them like to mess with the new faculty members, kinda like a hazing thing."

His forehead creased with concern and he licked his lips. It took every ounce of willpower I had left not to jump him right there in the hall and suck that tongue into my mouth.

Dr. Beltran used his campus ID that doubled as his key card that hung on a Star Wars lanyard around his neck to unlock the lecture hall door. I followed closely behind him. As we entered the room, the backup motion sensor lights turned on at the front of the room, filling it with a soft, dim light that he looked down right luscious in. He looked down at the table, his shoulders slumped.

"It's not here," he said with notable disappointment.

His back was turned, he was bent forward slightly with the palms of his hands flat against the table. His slacks hugged his ass so deliciously that my cock twitched and my mouth watered at the sight.

This was it. This was the moment the past month had been building up to.

I pulled the scarf from my pocket and surged forward, swiftly looping the scarf around his neck from behind. He let out a choked, startled sound that went straight to my groin.

"Yes, it is," I said, pulling his head back and leaning up to whisper in his ear.

He tried to reach behind himself to grab me, but his hands couldn't reach my arms. The 7 inch height difference was actually working in my favor in that regard.

"You..." he choked.

"Yes, me. I took it that day we met in the bathroom. As soon as you left, I buried my face in it just to smell you while I jerked off and thought about doing this." I rolled my hips forward, rutting against the back of his thigh. That didn't work for me, so I pushed him down onto the table with his ass in the air. I still held the scarf around his neck, not tight enough to strangle him, but just enough that he knew I could to keep him compliant.

Now his ass was at the perfect angle for me to grind my hips against. He struggled a bit, so layed my arm across his back to hold him down.

"If you let me go now, I won't tell anyone. I'll even raise your grade! Please, just let me go," he begged.

I just laughed and tightened the scarf. "I've been thinking about this for weeks. Planning it for days. I'm not stopping now, not when I finally have you where I want you."

"A-are you..." he stammered, "are you going to rape me?"

"That depends. I'm definitely going to fuck you," I undid my pants and pulled out my cock. I didn't dare stroke it too much. I didn't want to cum too early. I finally had Dr. Beltran where I wanted him, where he belonged, begging underneath me. I wasn't about to let it end so soon. "Whether or not it's rape depends entirely on you. Do you want me to fuck you?"

He paused, then shook his head. "No."

"Then I guess I'm gonna rape you."

Dragging him up with the scarf, I lifted him off the table. I grabbed a fist full of his hair and pushed down, forcing him to his knees where he was eye level with my thick 7 1/2 inch cock.

"Do you know how many times I've cum this month thinking about your pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock?" I slapped his cheek with my cock, and he flinched back.

He put his hands on my hips and tried to push me away, so I went behind him and unwrapped the scarf from his neck and instead used it to tie his hands behind his back. Again, he struggled, but I was right about being able to overpower him. I easily positioned him exactly how I wanted.

I loosened his tie and slipped it out from under his shirt collar. Just like I'd imagined in my very first fantasy of him, I used his tie as a leash to guide him where I wanted him. I tightened it around his neck, and he looked up at me, his big brown eyes already welling up with tears.

"Please," he begged while a rubbed my cock on his cheek, feeling his tears drip onto it. I used the tip to smear a mix of tears and precum on his chin. "Please don-"

I took advantage of his open mouth and shoved my cock in. His hair was soft between my fingers as I guided his head down until I was balls deep in his lovely mouth. I felt his throat ripple as he gagged around me, and the sensation was phenomenal. I'd had plenty of blow jobs before from men and women, but this was unlike anything I'd ever felt, like his throat was perfectly fashioned by some god of sex for one and only purpose of taking me as deep as I could push.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good," I groaned and I fucked into his face, slow and deliberate at first, but with each gag, whimper, and cry from the debauched professor, my resolve slipped more and more.

"I'm gonna cum down your tight throat," I said as I thrust harder and faster, abandoning rhythm and care to chase my release, "and you're gonna swallow every drop."

His eyes widened as he looked up at me, silently pleading for me not to do as I'd promised.

This was nothing like the fantasy. It was better. 100x better than anything I could ever imagine. He whined around me, and the vibration sent me over the edge. I shot cum hot and hard down his throat. He tried to pull away, but I tightened my grip in his hair, holding his head in place until I was sure he'd swallowed everything I'd given him.

My cock was going soft by the time I let him go. He fell to the ground coughing, sputtering, and sobbing.

But I wasn't done yet. Oh, no. Not even close.