My body was still buzzing the next day from the way Professor Hayes had destroyed my pussy on his desk. His thick cum had leaked out of me for hours, leaving my panties soaked and my thighs sticky. I couldn’t stop smiling. I had finally made him snap, and now I was addicted. But I wanted more. I wanted him to completely own me — to use every hole, mark me, breed me, and turn me into his personal campus cumslut.

I dressed like the filthy whore I was for him. A tiny crop top that barely covered my underboobs, no bra, my hard pink nipples clearly visible. An obscenely...