The Things You do to Pass a Class [mf]

Cum leaking out of my pussy, I waved goodbye to my professor and closed the door behind me. Entering the hallway full of students, I smiled. An hour ago, I was failing the class. Now, I have a B. Extra credit goes a longggg way…

I knew he was attracted to me all semester, every time he looked my way his eye would linger. And who could blame him? 5’5”, blonde hair to my ass. C-cup tits and shapely hips, every guy wanted to fuck me. And I loved it. So when I got my paper back and saw I failed, I knew what I had to do.

I scheduled an appointment with him for early afternoon, dressed in see through yoga pants and a deep v-neck shirt. No bra.

Entering the room, I could see his Adam’s Apple bobble, I already had him in my hand as my rock hard nipples were the main attraction. Smiling, I introduced myself and explained my grade situation. “You see, I’m failing, and I need this class in order to graduate on time. I’ve been to every class, I’ve completed all the assignments. I’m a good student, I just had a bad break with the paper. Is there anything I can do to get my grade up? Any extra credit options??”

My prof, at least 50 with gray hair, tried to hold strong, “No miss, there’s nothing I can do for you. I can’t make any exceptions to the policy.”

I loved a challenge, so smiling I got out of my chair and walked around his desk. Leaning over, I give my average weighted professor a picture perfect view of my tits, and asked, “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do? I’ll do anything…”

I reached my hand out at the end of my sentence, resting it on his inner thigh.

It was quiet now, I could see the gears turning in his head—evaluating his options. Waiting just long enough to make me nervous, he broke the stalemate by reaching his hand to feel my ass. I won this battle of wills.

Taking even more charge I swiveled his chair so he was facing me, and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms and legs around him. We started making out, and I could feel his cock growing against my crotch as I grinded against him.

Eventually, though, things need to progress. So I got off his chair to take him in. Starting from his crotch, I could see a growing tent that was, admittedly, quite large for someone of his stature. Moving up, his tie was messed up, so were his shirt and buttons, but nothing compared to the look on his face. A changed man, his face lacked the uncertainty he showed earlier. Now, he had a primal look, nothing would come in his way.

He got up, pushing me into the bookcase, knocking a few loose. It was his turn to lead, and lead he did. He practically ripped my shirt off, exposing my bare breasts and attacked my dark nipples. Sucking from one to another, I started moaning from pleasure. One thing you might want to know about me is that I may take charge a lot, but I loooove to be used and dominated.

Eventually he got tired of my nipples and undid his belt, pulling his pants down to reveal a 7 inch fat cock, circumcised. With one word, I melted: “Suck,” he said. Dropping to my knees I started working right away. Usually I hated pubes, but as I took in his unshaved member I was in love as the hair hit my nose and got in my mouth.

Apparently, though, he wasn’t satisfied with me slowly working it all the way into my mouth, and decided to speeden the effort. Hand on the back of my head, he started face fucking me so hard drool left my mouth.

Tears on my face, drool and pubes all over my chin, he finally released me. I smiled probably my ugliest smile ever, and he smiled back.

Another one word exchange he asked me, “Condom?”

Shaking my head I said, “Pill.”

That put a smile on his face as he took off my pants and panties, revealing my heart shaped ass. Bending me over the desk he took no time at all and shoved his cock balls deep into my cleanly shaven pussy. I couldn’t help myself and let out a loud moan, “Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk.”

He fucked me hard for probably ten minutes, taking turns between spanking my ass and slapping my titties. I was in heaven, no one had fucked me like he did before, and I’m sure no one had fucked him in a longggg time. Eventually, though, he announced that he was gonna cum, and forced himself balls deep into my pussy, shooting his load deep inside. This put me over the edge, too, and I moaned as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me.

We laid there for a while, him on top of me, gathering our breath. Finally, we got up and before I put my clothes on I asked one last time, “So does this mean I get to pass?”

He smiled, one last maniacal plan left, “Only if I get a picture.”

Sighing, I said back “So needy” and posed for him.

Getting dressed, we had a little small talk. Apparently he was married with three kids, his wife hadn’t let him fuck her in 5 years. He’d also dreamt about fucking me since the first day of class when he saw me.

It was time to go, and I left. But as I adjusted my pants—actually, you probably could see a wet spot where the cum is leaking in these pants—I decided I might just pay him a meeting next semester.

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