Lab Slut Pounded by South Asian Professor

So, you remember how I told you about that crazy week I had, right? The one where I was absolutely drowning in work and my TA hours were a nightmare? Well, this one evening, I was the last one left in the biology lab, trying to finish up some data entry, when Dr. Kapoor, my South Asian professor, walked in. I called him that in my head, but honestly, no one was thinking about academia. He said he had forgotten his briefcase, but the look he gave me when he saw me hunched over the microscope said otherwise. My heart was already hammering in my chest, and before I knew it, he had locked the door behind him, the click echoing in the empty room. The air got thick, and he didn’t waste a second, backing me up against the cold metal counter. He whispered something about me working too hard, and then his hands were in my hair, guiding me down. The first taste of him was just this heady, overwhelming sensation of warmth and salt, and I was so into the way he groaned above me, my favorite kind of blowjob that’s more about feeling than showing off, just me taking him deep and savoring every second. But he wasn’t done, pulling me up and spinning me around, my hands bracing on the cluttered lab bench as he slid into me from behind. The angle was perfect, and that cowgirl position he then flipped me into was even better—me on top, riding him slowly at first, then faster, his hands gripping my hips as I looked down at him, totally lost in the sensation. We were a sweaty, tangled mess when he turned me over one final time, and the intense anal finish was the raw, tight, and primal ending to the whole encounter, leaving us both breathless and shaky among the scattered test tubes.