Midterm

Hazel Heart sits in the front row, notebook open, pen frozen. She’s already wet from the story she handed in, the one she swore was only fiction. Her professor, Dan Damage, reads the last line out loud and shuts the file. Two steps and he’s behind her desk. His hand slips under her skirt, finds her bare, and two fingers slide straight into her ass. She clamps down, breath hissing, but she doesn’t move away. He drags her chair back. She drops to her knees, pulls his cock out, and takes it deep, nose to his pelvis, throat working. Saliva spills down her chin onto the dark bush between her legs. He pushes two fingers back into her ass, pumping in rhythm with every wet thrust of her mouth. She gags, pulls off gasping, then swallows him again, drool swinging in strings. Midterm’s over. Class is empty. The only sound left is the slap of his palm against her cheeks and the slick, hungry pull of her throat as she proves every filthy line she wrote was just the beginning.