Knock! Knock!
The sound echoed in the office, killing the intimate mood. Prof. Hart jolted, pushing Joren back gently. She got down from the edge of the table, her eyes wary, fixed on the door.
"I wonder who that could be."
"Were you expecting anyone?"
Joren asked, his hand moving to his shaft, stroking slowly it to keep it hard.
"Hmm... not really."
She said, walking towards the window next to the door. She peeked through the shutters, and saw a silhouette standing in front of the door.
"Who's there?"
A voice came from the other side.
"It's me, the janitor"
"The janitor?"
Joren muttered.
"What does he want?"
Professor Hart turned sharply and shushed him. "Keep quiet. We can't get caught."
She turned back to the door. "Is there something you need?"
"I'm here to clean the office," the janitor said.
"Can you come back later?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm. "There are other rooms you can clean first."
"This is the last one," he replied. "I've done the rest."
"Can't you come back a bit later, I'm busy..."
"I'm sorry, but...."
The conversation dragged on, with each side trying to make the other see reason, but Joren didn't pay attention to it. His eyes were on something else: Professor Hart's rear.
The way her back arched slightly as she spoke, her skirt riding up, exposing her slick inner thighs, and her wet folds, still quivering, looked very tempting for joren, but he had to control himself or they'd be caught.
He had to...
He had to...
he had...
....
Then she shifted. Her skirt rode up even higher up, revealing her soft, smooth, and succulent ass. The sight was heavenly—completely unresistable, begging for his touch.
He couldn't hold back now, not when her beautiful, tender ass were on full display, right in front of him. He took a few quiet steps towards her, careful not to alert the janitor on the other side.
When he got to professor Hart, he cupped her ass firmly. They were super soft, almost as soft as her boobs, and jiggled slightly with every movement of his hand.
Professor Hart's back arched slightly as she felt Joren's hands on her backside, pressing her ass against his hands as he kneaded them, a loud moan escaping her lips.
"Aah!~"
"What's that?"
The janitor asked.
"I heard something."
"It's... it's—ooh!... it's nothing..."
"Are you sure?"
The Janitor asked, concern creeping into his voice.
"Is everything alright?"
"Ahh... everything is—"
Her sentence was cut short by a silent gasp as she felt Joren's cock on the valley between her ass. He had wrapped her ass cheeks around his shaft and started thrusting, fucking the soft flesh, the underside of his rod grinding against her asshole, the movement sending violent shudders through her body.
The janitors voice came again.
"Ma'am, are you sure you're alright?"
A moment of silence passed before she replied, her voice strained.
"Yes... everything is... alright... nggh!"
The Janitor waited for a while, concern and worry etched on his face, before he spoke again.
"Alright ma'am. I'll come back later."
And with that, he was gone, leaving the both of them alone in the room.
Prof. Hart peeked through the shutters to confirm if the janitor was gone, her eyes scanning the hallway. Nobody was at the door. He was gone.
She heaved a sigh of relief, but that relief was short-lived as Joren's hands moved to grip her hip, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and he positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his thick cockhead, stretching her folds.
"W–wait! It's too sudden!"
She rasped, but her body betrayed her. Her ass pressed back against his groin, urging him to penetrate. Her folds dripping, soaking his cockhead with her essence.
Joren's grip tightened on her hip as he thrusted into her, filling her tight hole to the hilt. He was so deep into her, he was sure he could feel her womb. Meanwhile, professor Hart's back arched beautifully at the penetration, her ass pressing more firmly against him, her hands scrambling for purchase as he took her from behind.
He began moving, pistoning in and out of her wet hole, drawing loud moans from her.
"Aah–aah–aah–aah–aah–aah"
Her moans became louder as he angled his cock inside her, grinding it against her g-spot.
"Ngghh! Fuck me... fuck me hard... ravage me..."
Joren's breath became rapid as her words hit him. He began pounding her pussy harder as he leaned down to whisper dirty words to her.
"I'm going to ruin you... I'll make you crave my cock ... when I'm done with you, your pussy won't be able to take another cock, except from mine."
The words were a bit amateurish and corny, but they seemed to work wonders for Prof. Hart.
"Ahh... yes... make me your slut... use me as you wish.... I want my pussy dripping with your cum... give it to me!!!"
"I... Ngghh!!!!"
His orgasm hit him faster than his mind could register, and he came hard inside her, pouring his hot semen into her tight passage. Professor Hart, for her part, moaned deeply as she felt his seed swimming into her.
"Ahh... yes... fill me... soo much..."
Her walls milked his cock through his orgasm greedily, not wanting a single drop to go to waste.
Joren pulled out of her as he came down from her high, his softening cock leaving her folds with a wet pop. The moment he pulled out, a thick line of cum trickled down her gaping, well-used pussy, trailing down her thigh, causing her hips to jerk involuntarily.
Joren collapsed on one of the chairs in the office, feeling very spent, and after a while Prof. Hart followed, settling on his lap.
"You came a lot inside me."
She rasped, her voice breathless.
"You say it like it's a bad thing."
Joren said jokingly, though there was still an undercurrent of tension due to their last encounter, how she didn't use pills.
She chuckled, leaning closer to him.
"I love how you filled me. I don't think I'll be able to walk properly."
"I guess it's a good thing, huh? I also love filling you."
Joren said, a smile plastered on his face. He wasn't happy because he had just fucked Professor Hart, no. It was because he could now do so any time he wanted, and this was a huge win to him.