No Average Man 1

Stacy fucks her exam. Professor slides the paper across his desk and tells her straight: she failed. She laughs, leans in, says she knows more about statistics than he ever will. Offers him eleven minutes alone to change his mind. The old bastard smirks. He’ll take those minutes, sure, but not until he gets what he wants first. She steps inside his place and the door clicks shut behind her. He grabs her wrist, spins her face-first against the wall. His hand snakes up her skirt, fingers rough, already wet. No small talk, no preamble. He yanks her panties down, smacks her bare ass hard enough to leave a red handprint, then drives two fingers inside her without waiting. She gasps, hips jerking back to take more. He works her fast, thumb grinding her clit, until her legs shake. When he pulls out she’s dripping down her thighs. He unzips, shoves her to her knees, and feeds her his cock. She takes it deep, choking on purpose, spit running down her chin while he fucks her throat in steady, brutal strokes. Tears streak her mascara, but she moans like a cheap whore the whole time. He drags her up, bends her over the kitchen table, and slams into her from behind. One hand pins her neck, the other circles her clit again. Skin slaps skin. She claws at the wood, begging for harder, deeper. He gives it. Pulls her hair, makes her arch, fucks her until she comes screaming. He doesn’t stop, just keeps pounding through every spasm until his own release hits and he fills her with hot, thick pulses. Eleven minutes left on the clock. He flips her onto her back, spreads her wide, and starts again. Statistics can wait. She’s got a better lesson coming.