The Pleasure Archive

"Take off your shirt now!" My fingers stood still on the edge of the desk. Professor Elias Voss stood two steps away, arms crossed over his chest as his deep voice cut through the silence of his private office. How did we get here? The door went shut behind him only seconds ago. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard that I thought he would hear it. I swallowed, my throat dry. "Professor, what are you..." "You heard me, Lila," he said, taking one step closer. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable.

"You came here after hours of begging for extra credit on that paper you barely passed and I told you there would be consequences for wasting my time. So strip or walk out and fail my class." Heat rushed up my neck. I was twenty-one, not some clueless freshman, but the way he said it made my knees weak. Elias Voss wasn't like other professors. He was in his mid-thirties, tall, and always dressed in black shirts that hugged his shoulders too well. Students always whispered about him and I had heard that he's dangerous if you get on his bad side. I wasn't supposed to like that but my hands moved before my brain caught up. I grabbed the hem of my thin white blouse and pulled it over my head. His eyes fell on my chest and my simple black bra suddenly felt too small under his gaze. "Good girl," his voice dropped lower as he licked his lips. "Now the skirt." "You are serious?" I whispered, but my fingers were already finding the zipper at my side. The sound of it coming down seemed too loud in the room. "I'm dead serious," he leaned back against his desk, watching each of my movements. "You think you can flirt with me in lectures, bat those eyes, then turn in sloppy work? No. I will teach you what happens when you push me tonight." The skirt stopped at my ankles, and I stepped out of it, standing there in just my bra and panties with my heels still on. My cheeks flushed. Part of me wanted to cover up so badly but another part, the one that had been daydreaming about him since the first week of the semester, stayed still. Elias pushed off the desk toward the door and walked around me slowly. "Look at you..." He scoffed. "... trembling already when we've barely started. Tell me, Lila, did you wear these little panties hoping I would see them?" "No..." I bit my lip. "Maybe... I... I don't know," I stammered. He stopped behind me, his breath brushing the back of my neck. "Honesty. That's the first rule. Lie to me again and this ends." His fingers traced down my spine, light but firm. I shivered hard. No one had ever touched me like they owned the air I breathed before. "I wore them hoping," I admitted, my voice shaky. "I know it's wrong. You are my professor." "Wrong?" he chuckled softly, the sound making my belly shake. "Wrong is you sitting in my class crossing and uncrossing your legs while I try to teach. Wrong is me thinking about bending you over this desk every damn night." His hand slid around to my stomach, pulling me back against his chest. He was hard already and I could feel the length of his dick pressing through his pants against my ass. "Professor Voss..." "Elias," he corrected me, lips grazing my ear. "When we are alone like this, call me Elias. Now, say it." "Elias..." I muttered. The name felt forbidden on my tongue. He spun around me fast, backing me up until my thighs hit the edge of his desk. The desk shifted and papers scattered to the floor. Suddenly, his hands gripped my waist, lifting me easily onto the wooden surface. "Spread your legs." I did, slowly. This was really happening. The strict literature professor who barely smiled in class had me half-naked on his desk after dark. He stepped between my thighs, one hand cupping my chin to force my eyes up to his. "You still have a choice. Tell me to stop and I will let you walk out, grade your paper fairly, and pretend none of this happened." I looked at him and searched his face with my eyes. Finally, I could see his sharp jaw up close. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead and his eyes seemed to see every dirty thought I'd ever had about him. "I don't want to stop," I breathed. "Then beg me to touch you," a slow smile curled on his lips. My breath slowed, and humiliation together with heat rushed between my legs. "Please... Elias, touch me." "Where?" "Everywhere," I replied in a cracked voice. "I've been thinking about this for weeks." He leaned in, his mouth hovering just above mine. "Weeks? Try months. I knew what you were the moment you walked into my lecture hall, my... little troublemaker." His hands finally moved, sliding up my inner thigh. Teasingly, his fingers brushed the edge of my panties. I gasped, my hips twitching forward on their own. "You are so wet already," he murmured, pressing two fingers against my damp panties. "This pussy has been aching for me, hasn't it?" "Yes," I moaned. "God, yes." He rubbed my clit in slow circles, watching my face the whole time. I moaned louder, my hands gripping his shoulder with my nails digging through his shirt. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, Lila. I want to hear how filthy that pretty mouth can get." I hesitated for just half a second, and because of that, he stopped moving his fingers. "Don't stop," I begged quickly. "I want... I want your fingers inside me. I want you to make me cum on your hand." His eyes flashed. "Better." He pushed my panties aside and slid one thick finger into me without warning. I cried out, my back arching. He added a second one almost immediately, curling them just right. "Fuck, you are so tight," he growled. I rocked against his hand, chasing the pressure building fast in my core. "Harder... please, Elias. Don't be gentle with me." He thrusted his fingers deeper, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it. The sound of my wet pussy filled the office and my moans came louder and more desperate. "You like being used like this? A dirty little student spreading her legs for extra credit?" The words should have shamed me, but instead they made me drip more. "Yes... I like it. Use me." His free hand tangled in my hair, tugging my head back so he could bite down on my neck enough to sting me. "Ugh.." I whimpered. "You are going to cum for me now, Lila. And when you do, I want you to scream my name." "I can't... someone might..." "You can," his fingers moved faster. "Cum for me, girl." I cummed hard. My thighs shook, walls pulsing hard around his finger as I cried out "Elias!" over and over. Pleasure surged through me, leaving me gasping against his chest. He didn't pull away immediately. He kept stroking gently, drawing the slime out until I was twitching with oversensitivity. When I finally caught my breath, he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to my lips. "Clean them," he said, his eyes fixed on mine. I opened my mouth without thinking like a child craving a lollipop. I pushed his fingers into my mouth and I sucked them, tasting myself on his skin. His eyes darkened as he watched me suck. "Good girl," he praised me. "We are not done yet though," he added and stepped back to unbuckle his belt. My eyes dropped to his hands. "What the fuck!" I whispered. The moment I saw the size of his dick in his pants, my stomach flipped. "Professor... Elias," I started, voice cracking. "What if..." The sharp knock on the office door cut me off. We both froze. Another knock came, louder this time. "Professor Voss? It's Dean Hargrove. I need to speak with you immediately about the disciplinary report." Elias's jaw tightened. He looked at me, still half naked on his desk, thighs spread and lips swollen. "Stay quiet," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Don't move an inch or everyone on this campus will know exactly what kind of extra credit you are earning tonight." I nodded slowly. With that, he turned toward the door, already smoothing his shirt, while my heart beat rapidly in panic. Then, the door handle started to turn before he could reach for it.

The door handle finally turned. I sat still on the desk, legs still spread, panties pushed aside, and my bra the only thing covering my breasts. My heart pounded so hard like it was ready to pop out of my chest. Elias moved fast, stepping in front of me to block the view just as the door swung open a few inches. "Professor Voss, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," Dean Hargrove's voice came through, sharp and impatient. Elis kept his tone calm, almost bored.

"Dean, what brings you here this late?" I held my breath even though my legs were still shaking from the orgasm he'd just forced out of me. I could feel the wetness on the inside of my legs. If the Dean took one more step inside, I would be doomed. "I need to discuss the complaint filed against you this afternoon," the Dean said. "One of your students claims you failed her intentionally." Elias didn't move from his spot so that the dean wouldn't enter. "And you thought barging into my office after working hours was the best way to handle it?" "I called first, but there was no answer. The door wasn't locked, so I assumed..." "Assume less," Elias cut in. His hand reached back without looking and rested on my bare knee. That was a silent command to stay still. "I'm in the middle of a private tutoring session. Can this wait until morning?" The Dean paused, then he spoke, "Tutoring? At this hour?" I could see the shadow of his shoes through the gap in the door. I bit my lip hard to keep myself from making any sound as Elias fingers tightened on my knees, then slowly slid higher, brushing the sensitive part of my inner thigh. My body jerked. He was freaking touching me while he was talking to the Dean. "It's one of my better students. We're reviewing the draft for her final paper. Now if you'd like to excuse us, Dean, I'd like to finish before it gets too late." The Dean paused again, then he cleared his throat. "Fine. But this complaint has details, Voss. I don't want it to escalate so I expect you to be in my office first thing tomorrow morning. And... keep your sessions... professional." "Understood," Elias responded. The door started to close, but just before it shut, the dean added, "Tell your student to go home before it gets too late. Campus security has been reporting strange activity around this building at night." After that, Elias locked the door. "Oh... my... God..." I muttered, letting out a shaky breath. He turned back to me immediately. "You almost got us caught." His hand didn't leave my thigh. Instead, he pushed my legs wider apart again. "You are such a naughty girl. You stayed wet the whole time he was standing there," he smirked, teasing my clit. "Hmm," I let out a short, soft moan. "I get you twitch at some point. Were you scared?" he asked, his voice dangerously low. "Yes. He could have walked in and seen me like this... almost naked on your desk." "Scared?" He leaned in closer, voice low and rough. "Your pussy is dripping down my fingers right now. That doesn't feel like fear to me." I didn't know what to say. He slid two fingers inside me again. I gasped loudly, grabbing his shoulders. "Elias... wait. What if he comes back?" "Then you'd better stay quiet this time." He pumped his fingers slowly, curling them against that spot that made my toes curl. "Or do you want the Dean to know how loudly my better student screams when I fuck her with my hands?" I moaned despite being scared, my hips rocking forward. "This is crazy," I struggled to say through a muffled breath. "We could both get in trouble for this." "Trouble makes it better, doesn't it?" Before I could say anything, he added a third finger, stretching me. The fullness made me whimper. "Tell me the truth, Lila. Did your heart race because you were afraid... or because you liked the risk?" he asked, his fingers still working inside me. "Both," I admitted. "I liked it. God, I shouldn't, but I did," I added, my voice breaking. Don't blame me, I couldn't lie with his fingers moving inside me like that. He smiled, dark and satisfied. "That's my girl. Now take my cock out." I reached for his belt with shaky hands and opened the buckle before pulling the zipper down and freeing the big man. Gosh! His cock was already thick and hard as fuck. The head was shining and it looked bigger than I had imagined it to be. "See what you did to me?" he whispered, wrapped my hand around his cock, and guided me to stroke him. "Every time you sit in my class with that short skirt, I get like this, hard and steel and thinking about shutting you up with my dick down your throat." I stroke him faster, intentionally brushing the tip with my thumb. "Arrghh!" he groaned. I looked into his eyes, biting my lips slowly. "Then do it. Shut me up." His eyes flashed with surprise. "Careful what you ask for." He pulled his fingers out of me and pushed them into my mouth again. "Suck," he commanded. I took them in, tasting myself while still pumping his hard cock with my other hand. He groaned low. "Enough," he said, pulled his fingers free, and gripped my hips, yanking me to the very edge of the desk. "Legs around my waist," he added. I obeyed immediately. The head of his cock nudged against my entrance, warm and heavy. "Please, I need you inside me, Elias." "Beg properly." He rubbed the tip up and down my slit, teasing my clit. "Tell me exactly how you want your professor to fuck you." I was shaking because of starvation now. Elias looked into my eyes until I couldn't think straight anymore. "Fuck me hard," I said, my voice trembling. "I want you deep. I want you to use me until I can't walk straight tomorrow. Ruin me... prof." "Good." With one powerful stroke, he thrust inside me. I cried out, nails digging into his back. He was so big, stretching me wide open. "Fuck!" He growled, holding still for a moment. Then he started moving, slow at first, then faster. The desk creaked under us as each thrust pushed my back, papers flying everywhere. "Yes... like that," I moaned. "Don't stop." He grabbed my breast, squeezing through my bra before yanking it off. His mouth locked onto my nipple, sucking hard while he pounded me like there was no tomorrow. "Ahhh..." I moaned loudly but I quickly buried my face in his neck to muffle my sounds. "Elias... oh fuck... You are so deep." "I want to hear you," he mumbled, pulling my hair to make me look at him. "Let me hear how much you love your professor's cock." "I love it," I gasped between thrusts. "I love your cock... it feels so good. Oh my God... I'm going to cum again." "Not yet," he said, slowing down suddenly and grinding deep instead of pounding. "You cum when I tell you to. Understand?" "Yes, Daddy... yes... I will wait," I nodded frantically. "Daddy? I like that." He started kissing me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth the same way his cock claimed my body. We continued like that for minutes, him controlling every movement while I whispered filthy things against his lips. "Tell me who you belong to now," he demanded, speeding up again. "You," I answered immediately. "I belong to you, Elias." He groaned and fucked me harder, the slap of skin to skin taking over the office. My second orgasm grew fast, stronger than the first. "I'm close... please let me cum," I begged. "Cum," he ordered. "Cum all over your professor's cock." I shattered, my walls clenching around his cock as I cummed. I moaned his name loudly, my body shaking in his arms. Elias kept thrusting through my creamy and slimy pussy, chasing his own release. "Fuck, Lila... I'm going to fill you up," he groaned, his breath turning ragged. "Do it... cum inside me," I whispered, still trembling. He slammed in deep one last time, releasing his hot cum inside me. We stayed locked together, panting with my pussy vibrating against his slightly soft dick. After a moment he pulled back slightly, his eyes scanning my face. "You okay?" he asked, his voice softer than before but still commanding. I nodded, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips. "More than okay." He wanted to say something else, but then, his phone vibrated loudly on the desk beside us. He reached for it and glanced at the screen. His face went blank immediately. "Shit. How... how," he stammered, rubbing his forehead. "What is it?" I asked, staring at him with curiosity. He looked at me and turned the phone to face me, his eyes serious now. I gasped, my hands instinctively moving to my mouth. "How... How did this happen?"

I stared at the phone, still sitting on the edge of his desk with his cum slowly leaking down my thigh. "What is this? Is there a hidden camera somewhere?" my voice trembled. He slowly placed his phone back on the desk, grabbed a tissue from the drawer, and wiped between my legs himself, gentle but quick. "Who the hell took these photos?" I asked. "I don't know either," Elias hurriedly pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt, then he looked at every corner in his office, searching for anything that looked like a camera but he didn't find any.

"This can't be happening," I slid off the desk on shaky legs and started hunting for my clothes on the floor. "We were careful to an extent and the door was closed." "Apparently not careful enough," he replied, watching me pull my skirt up. "Whoever sent this knows what they are doing. They want leverage." I zipped my skirt and looked up to him. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, and that was because my face was too visible in the picture. "Leverage for what? Money?" Elias stepped closer to me and held my cheeks in his hands. "I will find this person, okay? You don't have to stress yourself about it." "Someone has been watching us... Now they are using it and you want me to just keep calm." I pushed his hand away gently and picked up my blouse from the floor. Then I put it back on and buttoned it with trembling hands. "What do we do?" "I won't let anything happen to you," Elias said, suddenly pulling me against his chest, and wrapping one of his arms tightly around my waist. "I just had you for the first time and some bastard is already trying to take it away. I'm not letting that happen." "Whatever this is, I don't want it to stop here either," I muttered, pressing my face into his shirt. "Good," he kissed the top of my head, then pulled back. "Go home, get some sleep, and don't think about anything tonight." I nodded even though my mind was spinning. "Are you sure about this?" "I said I'll handle it," he assured. Then he walked me to the door, opened it, and checked the hallway first. When he was sure it was empty, he signalled to me to come out. "Text me when you get home," he said. I stepped into the hallway, legs still sore from how hard he fucked me. "I will," I looked at him one last time and quickly walked out of the building. ******** By the time I reached my small off-campus apartment, I was very stressed and couldn't stay calm. I locked the door behind me, kicked off my heels, and sank onto the couch. I hadn't even had time to process anything when my phone buzzed. I took out my phone from my pocket and checked, and it was a message from an unknown number. I enjoyed the show tonight. I need to see you tomorrow by 7:30am or the whole campus gets the video. Lest I forget... You looked so pretty when you cummed for him. I dropped the phone as if it had burned me. "Video? There was a video? I thought it was just a picture," I muttered, staring at the phone lying on the couch. I picked it up again with shaky hands and typed back: "Who is this? What do you want?" Seconds later, the reply came. I want what he had. Just one night with you on the same desk and in the same way, or everyone sees Professor Voss fucking his student raw. My breath stopped. They wanted me to... trade myself? Oh my... I felt humiliated. Before I could reply, another message popped up. Don't tell Voss about this message. Come alone and agree to everything I say or the video drops at 9pm tomorrow. I stared at the screen, sweat already dropping from my scalp down to my face. I didn't know what to do. Elias told me to let him handle it, but I was scared the stranger knew too much. If I told Elias, maybe he could protect me... or even make everything worse. Just then, a soft knock sounded on my apartment door. I quickly wiped the sweat with the back of my hand and walked slowly toward the door. The knock sounded again. "Lila, it's me. Open up." That was Sarah, my roommate. She wasn't even supposed to be back until the next day. "Sarah? I thought you were still at your parents' place," I said loudly as my hand hovered over the lock. Sarah was my best friend on campus. She knew I had a huge crush on Professor Voss and if I opened the door looking like that, she would ask questions. Lots of them. But if I didn't open it, she would get suspicious anyway. I turned the lock and pulled the door open. Sarah stood there with her bag over her shoulder, her eyes wide as she looked me up and down. "Jesus, Lila. Your hair is messed up and your blouse is buttoned wrong. Did you finally hook up with someone?" "Long story," I muttered, letting out a fake smile. "Come in." She walked inside and dropped her bag. "Now spill," she demanded, her hands on her waist. "Who was it?... Wait... wait... was it that guy from your psych class?" I opened my mouth to answer, but the loud buzz of my phone cut me off. "You gonna get that?" Sarah asked, glancing over. I grabbed the phone as fast as I could. Lo and behold, it was another text from the same unknown number. No reply? Ain't you playing with fire? Do you want me to release your slutty video? My hands shook slightly but I quickly dropped them so that Sarah wouldn't notice. "Lila, what's wrong? You are pale as hell," Sarah muttered, tilting her head. I looked at my best friend, then back at my phone. How was I supposed to tell her that someone out there had proof of me getting fucked by my professor on his desk? I swallowed hard and forced myself to smile at Sarah. "I'm fine. It's just... professor stuff. He didn't approve my thesis." "Why do I find that hard to believe?" she muttered, narrowing her eyes. Before I could answer, my phone started ringing and Elias's name flashed on the screen. "What?" Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Why is he choosing this hour to call you though?" I stared at the ringing phone, my heart racing again. If I answered, Sarah would hear everything, and if I ignored it, Sarah would become even more suspicious. And somewhere out there, a stranger with a video was waiting for my decision. The phone kept ringing in my hand. Sarah crossed her arms, "Wait, did you have a thing with Professor Voss?"