The Confession I Recorded at University

I had no business being inside that office, hiding in a filing cabinet with my phone in my hand and my breath held. Even so, there I was, watching through a crack as Mara closed the door to the empty classroom and remained alone with Professor Valcárcel. If someone had asked me an hour earlier how I had ended up mixed up in that, I would have told the truth: out of desire, curiosity, and because she knew exactly how to push me to the limit.

Mara wasn’t some lost teenager or an innocent victim. She was an adult woman, over twenty-five, clever, brazen, and perfectly aware of the effect she had on others. For weeks she had been repeating that she wasn’t going to let that exam ruin the end of her semester, and whenever she said something in that soft voice with that fiery gaze, she almost always got her way.

Valcárcel was easy to describe too: strict, dry, proud of never giving away a tenth of a point. A man in his early forties, immaculate even in the way he arranged his papers, one of those men who seemed to hold himself together through sheer discipline. She hated him for that—or at least that was what she claimed. I had always suspected that beneath her anger, she was more turned on than she ought to be by confronting someone who refused to give in.

The idea had been hers. She had sprung it on me the night before, sitting on my sofa with a drink in her hand and her legs crossed as though she were suggesting an innocent game.

—I want you to record everything—she told me. —If it goes well, I pass. If it goes badly, at least I leave with something useful.

—That sounds insane.

—It sounds like a plan—she corrected me, smiling. —And you’re coming with me.

She didn’t explain every detail, but she explained enough to leave me aroused and nervous. She had gotten hold of some pills supposedly designed to spike desire, and she planned to slip them into the professor’s coffee before the last tutorial on Friday. I should have refused. Instead, I ended up agreeing because the mere image of her handling the situation made my cock hard as a rock.

Now, from my hiding place, I watched her lean against the desk with a calm that didn’t fit the tension of the moment. She wore a dark skirt clinging to her body, a light blouse fitted over her breasts, and a short coat that revealed fine stockings above her knees. There was nothing childish about her appearance: she was a fully grown woman, the master of every gesture, every look, every silence.

Valcárcel loosened his tie and cleared his throat. His neck was flushed, his forehead damp, and his eyes far too attentive to Mara’s figure.

—Are you feeling all right?—she asked.

—Yes. It’s just hot.

—It doesn’t look like it’s just the heat.

From where I was, I could see the thick bulge stretching the professor’s trousers beneath the desk. The drug had taken effect, or perhaps it had merely released what he had already been holding inside. Mara had seen it too; I could tell from the way she lowered her gaze for a second, then looked back at him with a half smile.

—I need to pass—she said at last, without beating around the bush.

Valcárcel swallowed. He tried to maintain the persona of a straight-laced man, but his breathing was giving him away.

—You need to study—he replied.

—Don’t look at me like that and then talk to me about studying.

There was a short, heavy silence. I barely dared move the phone for fear the cabinet would creak. Mara slowly walked around the desk without breaking eye contact and stopped in front of him. Her breasts were almost level with the professor’s face.

—Tell me the truth—she murmured. —Do you want to touch me, or are you going to keep pretending?

Valcárcel stood so quickly that the chair scraped across the floor. He grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, firmly but not brutally, and kissed her with a hunger that sent my heart racing. There was nothing romantic about it; it was mouth crashing against mouth, tongue entering without permission, hot breaths mingling as though they had both wanted this for far too long.

Mara let out a muffled moan and allowed herself to be pushed against the edge of the desk. He yanked up her skirt, squeezed her ass over her stockings, and kissed her again while his other hand slipped beneath her blouse. I watched him seize an entire breast, kneading it needily, and watched her arch her back to give him more.

—So this is what you wanted—he said against her mouth.

—I wanted to see whether you really were as proper as you pretend.

—And now I’ve got you here, with my cock about to split my trousers.

—Then take it out—she whispered. —Or sit down and let me take care of it.

The professor drew a deep breath. For a second I thought he was going to stop, but the drug and desire had taken him too far from any kind of prudence. He sat down again, more to obey Mara’s provocation than by his own decision, and spread his legs.

She removed her coat, let it fall to the floor, and knelt in front of him. From inside the cabinet, the sight was obscene even before I could see anything intimate: an adult woman, confident in herself, kneeling between an older man’s legs and looking at him as if she were going to devour him. And me, hiding there, recording every second with my cock straining inside my trousers.

Mara slowly unfastened his belt, enjoying the tension. She lowered the zipper and slipped her hand inside his trousers. The professor released a sharp gasp when she grabbed him over his briefs and squeezed firmly.

—Fuck—he muttered.

—That’s what I thought.

She pulled down his briefs, and his cock sprang free, thick, fully hard, its tip glistening. Mara studied it for a moment as though assessing a piece of ripe fruit before tasting it. Then she ran the pad of her thumb over the head and brought that moisture to her mouth.

—Look at me—she ordered.

And then she began.

First, her tongue. Slow and broad, circling the head of his cock, sliding down the shaft and rising again with a patience that seemed designed to drive anyone insane. Valcárcel tipped his head back, but she grabbed his thigh and repeated:

—Look at me.

He obeyed. And watching her lick him while staring straight into his eyes was so brutal that even my legs trembled inside the cabinet. Mara opened her mouth and swallowed the tip, sucking hard, making a wet, obscene sound that filled the empty office. At first she moved her head only a few inches up and down, savoring him, wetting him thoroughly, letting saliva run along the base.

Valcárcel put one hand in her hair. Not to pull her away, but to feel that this was really happening. She increased the pace. She took more of him, pulled back almost to the tip, then sank down again, over and over, tightening her lips and leaving her cheeks hollow around his cock.

—God...—escaped him.

Mara answered with greater hunger. One hand pumped the base while her mouth worked the rest. Then, without warning, she swallowed him much deeper. The professor jerked. I saw his fingers tense in her reddish hair as the tip of his cock struck the back of her throat.

She didn’t pull away. She held him inside for one second, two, then withdrew slowly, leaving a thick string of saliva hanging from her mouth. She kissed the head, licked underneath it, and sank down again. This time deeper. Dirtier. More direct.

The sound of the blowjob was shameless, wet, perfect. Mara drooled without embarrassment, using her saliva as lubricant, going down as far as she could and forcing herself a little farther each time. When she had nearly taken him all the way, she swallowed and stayed still, her nose pressed against the professor’s pubic hair, enduring the depth like a specialist.

Valcárcel was moaning now without caring about the volume. His eyes were glassy and his legs spread like a man being milked. Mara withdrew only enough to breathe and immediately drove him back into her throat. Once, twice, three times in a row. Each thrust of her own head drew a deeper growl from him.

—If you keep going like this, I’m going to come—he said, half broken.

She released his cock with a wet smack.

—Not yet. I haven’t finished negotiating.

She stood up. Her mouth was shiny, her lips swollen, and her satisfied expression made me clench my jaw. She unbuttoned two more buttons on her blouse and took the professor’s hand, guiding it to her breast. He squeezed her over her bra, massaging eagerly, and Mara leaned in to whisper in his ear:

—I want to really feel how much you want me.

Valcárcel pulled down one strap of her bra and left a breast bare. Her nipple was hard and erect. He sucked it without gentleness, catching it between his lips and tugging lightly with his teeth. Mara moaned loudly, taking one hand to the edge of the desk.

—That’s it, you bastard... that’s it.

I knew her well enough to know when she was acting and when she wasn’t. That moan wasn’t an act. Her body had gone slack in a way impossible to fake. The professor continued biting and licking her nipple while his free hand slid along her thigh, pushing her skirt higher, slipping inside her stockings until he found the edge of her underwear.

—Soaked—he said hoarsely.

—Does that surprise you?

He moved the fabric aside and ran two fingers over her pussy. Even from my hiding place, I saw the wet shine on his fingers when he lifted them. Mara spread her legs wider. Valcárcel thrust his fingers inside her, all the way, and she let her head fall back with a long, open, utterly indiscreet moan.

—Fuck... yes.

His fingers plunged in and out quickly and roughly, making a wet sound that mingled with both their ragged breathing. He sucked her neck while fucking her with his hand, and Mara moved against those fingers, seeking more friction, more depth. Then she grabbed his wrist.

—Don’t fuck me with your fingers alone. I want your mouth.

Valcárcel didn’t argue. He made her sit on the edge of the desk and pulled her underwear down to her knees. Mara spread her legs without shame. He knelt before her, parted the swollen lips of her pussy with his fingers, and spent a second staring at the moisture coating them.

—Look how obedient you ended up—she whispered.

What followed was pure hunger. The professor buried his face between her legs and began licking her pussy from bottom to top, with long strokes that made her whole body shudder. Mara gripped the edge of the desk and opened her knees even wider. He pushed his tongue inside, pulled it out, returned to her clitoris, and sucked it hard enough to make her release a moan that echoed through the empty classroom.

He ate her without elegant technique, but with a need that was better than any delicacy. He spread her pussy with two fingers and buried his tongue inside as if he wanted to drink up all her wetness. Then he returned to her clitoris and rubbed it with the tip, fast and insistent, while she writhed on top of the desk.

—Don’t stop... don’t stop...—Mara gasped.

Valcárcel pushed two fingers into her while continuing to eat her. The combination left her nearly breathless. She began moving her hips against his face, rubbing herself against him, using him. The professor held her by the thighs to withstand the pace and kept licking until Mara suddenly stiffened.

—I’m coming... I’m coming, fuck...

And she came. I watched her close her eyes, tense her abdomen, and squeeze her thighs against the professor’s head as the orgasm shook her pelvis. He didn’t pull away. He continued sucking her clitoris throughout the climax, prolonging every spasm and making her release broken, almost tearful moans.

When Mara managed to breathe again, she grabbed his face with one hand and made him look up. His chin gleamed with moisture. She smiled when she saw him like that.

—Now—she said. —Fuck me.

Valcárcel stood immediately. He pulled his trousers all the way off and was once again left with his cock stiff, red, throbbing with anticipation. Mara climbed down from the desk only to turn around and brace her hands against the wood. She hiked her skirt up to her waist and arched her back, offering him her ass and her open pussy between her thighs.

—I want to hear you lose control—she told him over her shoulder.

The professor grabbed her hips and ran the tip of his cock over her entrance, soaking himself in her wetness. Mara let out an impatient whine.

—Put it in already.

He obeyed. He penetrated her with one firm, deep thrust, and they both moaned at the same time. Mara dug her fingers into the desk, and I squeezed the phone so hard I almost dropped it. Valcárcel stayed inside for a second, feeling how tightly her pussy gripped him, then began to fuck her in earnest.

His thrusts were fast from the start. Dry, heavy, echoing through the office with that slap of skin against skin that made everything more animal. Mara received each one by thrusting her ass backward, letting herself be opened, asking for more with her body. He grabbed her hair, pulled it to raise her head, and spoke through clenched teeth.

—Is this what you wanted to pass?

—I wanted this because I’d been thinking about your cock for weeks.

That seemed to shatter whatever remained of his self-control. Valcárcel fucked her harder, driving himself all the way in, withdrawing almost completely, then plunging back in furiously. Mara moaned without restraint. She touched her clitoris with one hand while he pounded her, and the gesture was so obscene that I felt a stab of jealousy mixed with pure arousal.

The professor released her hair and moved one hand to her neck, not to choke her, but to hold her, to feel her as his while he fucked her. With the other, he grabbed one breast through her open blouse and continued striking her with his hips. Mara was losing her composure; she no longer spoke with the calculated coldness of the beginning. Now she gasped, begged, growled.

—Harder.

He gave it to her harder. Hard enough that the desk moved several inches and a pile of papers fell to the floor. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and confinement. I couldn’t take my eyes off the way the professor’s cock entered and left Mara’s pussy, shining, completely wet, disappearing again and again between her legs.

—I want to come again—she said, almost voiceless.

—Do it.

—Don’t stop.

—I’m not going to stop.

Mara rubbed her clitoris faster, synchronizing her hand with the professor’s thrusts. He noticed and changed the angle, pushing slightly upward, searching inside for the spot that made her shudder. The moan she released was lower, more desperate. He fucked her exactly like that, repeating the thrust and insisting where he knew it would break her.

—There... there, fuck... yes... don’t stop...—she babbled.

And she came again. This time harder. The orgasm buckled her arms and nearly made her collapse onto the desk. Her pussy clenched around the professor’s cock in short waves that left him on the edge. Valcárcel swore and slowed his rhythm just enough to hold out a few seconds longer.

Then Mara turned her face toward the cabinet.

It lasted only a split second, but it was enough for me to know she hadn’t forgotten me. She smiled faintly and said, her breathing ragged:

—Don’t come inside me yet.

The professor, blinded by desire, didn’t understand half the message. He simply kept fucking her. Mara raised herself a little, pulled his cock out, and turned toward him. She knelt on the floor again and grabbed him by the base.

—If you’re going to come, it’ll be in my mouth.

Valcárcel could barely nod. She began sucking him again immediately, this time without any slow games. Mouth open, hard suction, tongue working the tip while her hand squeezed the rest. She had him so close to orgasm that every movement seemed to send electricity through his body.

She swallowed half his cock, then more. The professor pushed unconsciously, and Mara let him. She took him deep, pulled him out with saliva streaming down her chin, and swallowed him again until he moaned like an animal. I knew he was finished when he began moving his hips, searching for more throat than mouth.

—I’m going to come—he said, muffled.

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she held him by the thighs and sank him to the back of her throat one last time. The professor came with a hoarse growl, unloading thick spurts into her mouth. Mara swallowed the first one, pulled his cock out only far enough to breathe, and kept sucking while he came again, shorter and shakier. She let almost nothing escape.

When he finished, he remained still for a second, her mouth closed and her eyes fixed on him. Then she swallowed slowly, showed him her clean tongue, and stood.

—Do I pass now?—she asked.

Valcárcel, still panting, ran a hand over his face. He was beginning to understand what he had done again. He was also beginning to see the office, the locked door, Mara’s raised skirt, the papers on the floor. And then he tried to pull himself together behind the miserable remains of his authority.

—That isn’t enough to change a grade.

Mara wasn’t offended. She smiled. She wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger, sucked it clean, and took two steps toward the cabinet where I was still hiding.

—Perfect—she said. —Then we’ll have to use another argument.

She flung the door open.

The office light hit me like a spotlight. I stepped out slowly, my phone still recording and my cock rock-hard inside my trousers. Valcárcel went pale when he saw me. He looked at the phone, then at me, then at Mara, and understood far too late why she had wanted every second of that scene.

—What the fuck is this?—he stammered.

Mara took the phone from my hand and checked the screen. Satisfied, she looked up.

—A very compromising confession, professor.

I thought that would be where everything ended, with him begging and her demanding the grade. But Mara looked at me again and smiled in that way that always announced trouble.

—You didn’t hide just to watch, did you?—she said.

I felt the air thicken again. Valcárcel remained stunned, humiliated, and aroused all at once. His cock, freshly spent, was beginning to react again. Mara noticed, of course she noticed, and let out a short laugh.

—How obedient you’ve become—she murmured. —And you still want more.

She came over to me, slipped her hand inside my trousers, and grabbed my cock through my underwear. She squeezed, checking how hard I was, then spoke to the professor without stopping touching me.

—Now you understand why I needed a witness.

Valcárcel swallowed. I no longer knew whether I was more aroused or more nervous. Mara looked at the two of us, mistress of the room, the silence, and everyone else’s shame.

—I’m going to get my grade—she said. —The question is how much more you’re willing to do to keep this video from leaving this room.

The professor didn’t answer immediately. He lowered his gaze to Mara’s hand inside my trousers, then to the phone in her other hand. I watched him understand that control had been lost completely. And the way he looked at us then, defeated and horny at the same time, made it clear to me that that afternoon at the university hadn’t been the end of anything.

It was the beginning.