This is the next part of my Professor series with u/malloccaro. It's not required, but I would read parts 1, 2, and 3, you know, so you're all caught up😘

This, and the previous three parts, were all based on a roleplay I had with u/malloccaro, who deserves credit for half the sexiness😘

I hope you enjoy!

The next morning, I got a text from the Professor. Meet me at 8:45 tonight. Parking lot outside my office.

Is everything okay?

Someone heard us last night. They want to meet.

At 8:45 precisely, I pulled into the parking lot, to where my professor stood under a streetlamp.

"What do they know," I asked, stepping out of my car.

He held up a note, handwritten in bold letters: "Tell your slut to come and meet me in the parking lot tonight, 9pm. You don't want the department to know about your extracurricular activities."

"I'll be in my car," he motioned to a car a few spots away, "hiding to make sure you're safe. Where you go, I'll go."

He kissed my forehead, between my eyebrows, and dialed my phone. "Pick up, don't hang up. I'll be listening to everything. I can't have anything happen to my favorite student."

"Yes, Professor," I breathed, leaning my body into his. His fingers trace my hips, feeling the fabric of my strapless dress.

Suddenly, we heard a car pull into the other end of the lot.

"I'll be in my car, listening. The whole time. Just stay calm, do what they ask." In an instant, he stepped to his car and slipped inside.

The mystery car pulled closer to me, and whoever was driving rolled their window down. I saw the outline of curly, wild hair in the driver's seat, but not much else.

"Get in," said a hushed, female voice.

Keeping my Professor on the line, I tucked my phone in my pocket and slipped into the passenger's seat.

She was small, thin, tan, and gorgeous. I knew her, she was the new Classic Greek professor. She's about 10 years older than me, and gorgeous.

Before I can think, she yanks the stretchy top of my dress down, making my tits spill out in the cold air. I reflexively cover myself, but her strong hand grips my wrist.

"No. If you're going to be a slut in the office, you'll be a slut everywhere." She kept her hand on my wrist and drove off.

My clit pulsing, I prayed the Professor knew where we were heading; apparently, she lived in a small bungalow on-campus near some dorms.

"Get out," she hissed. "Go to the door."

I obeyed, my nipples getting hard against the cold evening air.

She walked nonchalantly to her front door, jingling her keys as she stepped to the porch and unlocked the door.

Her dimly lit apartment smelled of incense and ancient roses, like a boudoir in a faraway oasis, a memory of some archaeological dig she'd been a part of.

She shut the door by leaning against it, her eyes draping across my body and lingering at my tits. She threw her bag down and drifted towards me, reaching her hands around my waist and planting her face between my bare tits.

Her tongue explores my chest, and she leaves hickeys and bite marks as she moves across my skin. I lifted my tits and moaned at her ferocity.

She bit and giggled a little, and before I knew it, her fingers were lifting my dress and shoving themselves into my dripping cunt.

"So fucking wet," she moaned, "just like you were with him."

She yanked them out and sucked them clean, drawing her tongue between them and moaning. Before I could react, she slapped my clit with her other hand, making me yelp. Her small hand hit the right spot; my clit ached for more.

"You seemed to enjoy this, slut," she growled, kicking my legs apart with arousing violence.

"Look at that fucking pussy," she continued, kneeling between my legs, and kept slapping my needy, aching cunt.

Suddenly, the unlocked door creaked open.

"I was waiting for you too, old perv," she called back, as my Professor stepped in.

"I can't believe it was you," he said, a lusty smirk draped across his face.

I moaned and giggled as I bucked on her tongue. "She's teaching me a lesson, Professor, come join her!"

He came closer, pushed her head on my cunt, and kissed me deeply. "Show me," he said to the woman, "show me you learned something from me, you useless whore." He pulled her hair and drifted her away from my pussy. I watched as he stared down at her wet mouth, slapped her tiny face, and spat in her open mouth, before shoving her back onto me.

I grinded on her tongue, holding my dress to my waist.

He pinched my chin and bit my bottom lip, and I moaned gutturally as he slapped my tit. He moved away and sat in a large armchair by the bookshelf littered with artifacts and boxes, one of which he grabbed and opened. He pulled out and lit a thick cigar. It was almost like he'd been here before.

I looked down at his pants, and saw the thick outline of his cock bulging from his pants. Knowing my Professor was enjoying himself, I gripped her hair and rolled my hips, just for my Professor to watch.

The smoke of the cigar spread to us, giving the dim room a low haze. It was the same smell as his office. How many times had they fucked in his office? In her office? Had they fucked elsewhere on campus? And most importantly, would they let me join them next time?

She grew hungrier; she grabbed my ass and tilted my hips, her teeth grazing my clit. She completely lost control, she'd become feral, her nails dug deep in my ass.

I moaned and fucked her face, my hips thrusting onto her slut tongue. I watched my Professor take his long cock out of his pants and swayed his cock back and forth, tantalizing me with its fullness.

Watching him tease me is too much, I simply to suck it.

I gripped her hair, yanked her away, and led her by the hair to lie face-up at his feet. Taking my dress off entirely, I knelt around her head and lowered my wet cunt onto her hungry mouth. Moaning, I started stroking my Professor's shaft and took one long lick--base to tip--before taking his cock in my throat.

"You useless whore," he groaned to her, slowly grinding, "you made her do what she wanted with you."

He pulled my hair to lift me from his cock and meet his gaze. "Choke her."

As he forced me back on his cock, I moaned, "yes, Professor," sending drool down his shaft and dripping down my chin. Bracing myself on his thighs, I began fucking her mouth, grinding and thrusting along her face, feeling my clit brush her nose and chin.

I felt her body shaking under me, her fingers digging in my ass.

"Pin her with all your weight," he ordered. "The slut's about to cum."

Without question or forethought, I flattened my thighs, held my cunt to her hungry tongue, and reached back to pinch her nipple.

She moaned on my cunt, shaking and trembling, and finally relaxed.

He yanked his cock from my mouth, slapping my face with it as he did, and stood up.

I lifted myself from her panting mouth and helped her kneel beside me, groping her ass with one hand and tit in the other as I did. She was breathing heavily and swaying; I think she almost passed out under my cunt.

My Professor knelt in front of us and gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open. "Spit in her mouth," he ordered me. "I didn't think you had it in you, slut," referring to the woman.

Still groping her ass and tit, I obeyed.

"I thought it was Leonard," she moaned, "much more like him."

"But you still can't help it, making a complete mess of yourself." He slapped her face with his wet cock and pulled her hair to pull her mouth closer to his shaft. Caressing the back of my head, he did the same, placing our mouths on either side of his wet cock. Slowly, he slid his cock between our lips, moaning as our tongues ran along the veins of his thick shaft.

I sucked the side of his tongue, my lips touching hers, and my tongue swirling along the veins of his shaft. Aching to touch her, I moved my hand from her ass to the wetness of her cunt and began circling her clit.

"Mm--no--please," she cried on his shaft, her clit twitching under my finger.

I moaned in reply and kept circling, pinching her nipple, and sucked my Professor's cock in tandem with her.

Suddenly, he yanked her moaning mouth away, lining his cock up with my throat. "You. Make it sloppy," he ordered.

I obeyed, feeling his length hit my throat, and drooled and made it as wet and sloppy as I could. Drool dripped down my chin and onto my tits, which shook with every circle my finger traced around her hungry clit.

Wet and dripping, he took his cock away and shoved it down her throat, fucking it intensely.

As his cock gagged her, I rubbed her needy cunt harder, feeling her twitching and clenching, until all of a sudden, her panties became wet as she squirted on my fingers.

"She's such a greedy slut, Professor!" I slowed my rubbing and pulled away, repositioning myself behind her. I kept a hand wrapped around her to pinch her nipples, and groped her ass with the other, pulling her skirt over her perky cheeks. I kissed and nibbled at her neck as she was getting throatfucked, and kissed lower to her shoulders as I traced my hand behind her thigh, through her legs, and began fingerfucking her cunt from behind.

Pulling his cock from her mouth, my Professor breathed, "Six--sixty-nine her--n--now," stroking his cock and moaning.

Obeying my Professor, I pushed her over onto her hands, laid down, and helped position her thighs over me. I kept fingerfucking her as she bent lower and began licking and lapping at my cunt once more.

I expected him to slip his cock into her mouth again, but after a moment, I felt him lift my hips and thrust his thick cock deep inside me, taking my breath away, as her hungry tongue flicked across my clit.

I took his cock like a good student does, moaning and fingerfucking his colleague to make her hum and moan on my clit.

He pounded me with anger, almost desperately, harder than when he fucked me in the office. I moaned louder, trying to focus on her dripping cunt; I rubbed the soft spot that made her twitch, in rhythm with my Professor's cock fucking my cunt.

His heavy balls slammed on my soaked cunt, as he pushed her head onto me, ordering her, "Make her cum, whore."

I fingered her cunt, and sucked and moaned on her thighs, edging closer to my own orgasm.

He pushed his cock into me, using my cunt, grunting, moaning, aching for release.

Suddenly, my whole body shook and I gripped her thighs, my own cum and juices splashing on them both. My moans and screams made me practically hoarse, and I tried to swallow a dry gulp, not realizing how loud I'd been.

I guess my wet cunt was too much to handle; my Professor filled my cunt to the brim with a screaming orgasm, thrusting hard inside me. I giggled and moaned, still stroking her cunt, eager to focus entirely on the slut on top of me.

He pulled her hair and forcer her to sit on my face, his cock still spurting the last remnants of cum inside me. I heard him slap her tits and say through gritted teeth, "You happy now, you cheap whore?"

I gripped her ass and flicked my tongue across her twitching clit, licking and lapping and tonguefucking her wet cunt.

She screamed a gurgled moan--he must be choking her--as she gripped my tits and rode my tongue. I ate her cunt hungrily and sloppily, slapping her slut ass and hips as I did.

"Harder," he ordered, his cock still inside me, his hands slapping and twisting her nipples.

I obeyed, slapping and kneading her ass, still tonguefucking her as best I could.

A growl came from her throat, low, feral, and ancient, as I felt her entire body shiver. Suddenly, I felt my whole face getting drenched in squirt. I felt my Professor slip out of me as she allowed herself to fall over to the floor, breathing heavily and twitching.

Breathing heavily and satisfied, my Professor laid himself beside me, kissing the squirt from my lips and face, and laid back, pulling us closer into an embrace.

"Prof--Professor," I breathed, still dripping cum, "do you... Do you think I need another lesson," I asked, with fire in my eyes. "I think I need more help."

"Have you seen her," he said, tugging her hair a little. "She's a professor too, and always needs a good lesson. You never stop learning, really."

"Yes, Professor," I said, leaning over to grope her tit. "You both are just... Amazing professors."