I [F] Fucked my Professor [M] for a Better Grade

My customary background: I’m a 21-year old, 5’4, 135lb college girl with slightly wavy light-brunette hair that dips just below my shoulders, hazel eyes, 34C breasts, and a pretty nice bubble butt if I can brag a little. In high school I played soccer which gave me some killer definition in my ass and legs that I’ve maintained decently enough since then. I’ve always been a “good girl”, I got good grades, had a great relationship with my parents, and when I did cut loose, it always used to be in a safe, respectable way. But after being fucked exceptionally hard by some incredible cocks, I’ve become a bit of a wild slut, realizing I have a fetish for being dominated, used as a trophy for type-A men to display their status, and even thinking of how I’ve become a submissive bitch recently is making me wet.

“HHHMMPHH” I grunted out as my Econ 501 professor shoved his cock into me once again. Not out of any particular pleasure, the man had a very mediocre sized dick and an even more pedestrian understanding of how to use it, but because I knew he liked the idea of me sounding like I was struggling to take the “entirety” of him as he more or less forced me into being his personal humping post.

And what a humping post I was. Fully nude and bent over his mahogany desk, my plump ass hiked into the air with my legs firmly pressed together; accented by high heeled shoes in order to give him a prime target while making him force his way past the resistance of my teenage tightness in order to maintain the illusion he was forcing me into this.

My arms were splayed out so that sides of my swollen, pressed tits would spill past the borders of my narrow back. To better sell the illusion that he was winning over my nubile body despite itself, my right fist bunched up a pile of papers on his desk while my left hand rhythmically “tapped out” on an overturned framed photo of his wife and kids on some family vacation.

Professor Warton was one of the highest ranking tenured professors in my college and just so happened to teach my major’s capstone. Thanks my dedicated and eager pursuit of his time at office hours, I was hardly concerned about my odds on this semester’s final.

“Please sir, I’m a good girl, don’t make me- HEEEEH, EHHH, AHH!” I squealed out as he dug one hand into the crux of my hip; pulling out his full length and thrusting it back into me before priming himself up for another go.

“You think you’re a good girl Ms. King?” he said, thrusting into me as I let out a primal scream.

“Good girls, study! Good girls ask questions! Good girls don’t beg to suck their professor’s cocks for a good grade!” he scolded, forcing the entire length of his shaft as deep as it would go with each admonishment as if to accent the point he was making. “P-please sir, AHHH, I… I mmmm, I can’t cum again, sir. EHHHH, Sir Please don’t make me cum again” I pleaded with him in my best baby voice. I knew this sort of sick shit got him off the most and I had places to be.

“Every semester there’s a new girl like you, some dumb bitch my daughter’s age who thinks she can just do her best Jenna Jameson impression and get straight A’s. But you’ll have to do more than that” he mockingly told me.

He loved to remind me what a cliché I was, to degrade me. But at the end of the day, I knew that I would soon be off in a major city, making a difference while he was just stuck in this same Missouri college town forever.

“Please sir, I’ll do anything, I just want to serve you” I pleaded back, thankful we were in doggystyle so he wouldn’t see me almost laughing as I played my part beautifully.

“You’re god damn right you will” he replied as he brought a hard hand down on my ass.

THWACK the spank reverbed throughout out the whole office as he dug his hands into my hips, forcing me up on my tippy toes as my hiked ass jut out into the air and he started jackhammering my pussy as fast as he could and crazily enough…that spank ignited something in me….

For the first time, I was actually getting into Professor Warton’s pile driving. I gripped the sides of the desk as I listened to the old wood creak and squeak in time with his thrusts and my high pitched moans and grunts matched it for pitch and tempo. I took stock of what I was doing: I was having an affair with my married college professor. I was a whore for a better grade. This was pretty hot!

I was so enraptured in the idea of the fuck that I barely noticed him fumbling for something in his desk drawer. That was until I felt a cold squirt of lube drip onto my exposed asshole and the WHIRRRRR of a vibrating toy.

“Wait this isn’t part of our deaAALLLLLLL” I futilely began to protest as I began pushing myself off the desk, before a hard hand between my shoulder blades pinned me back down. “If you want the A, this is the deal.” He coldly said as the toy began probing my opening.

I had no choice but to grit and bear it as the toy forced its way into me. I’ve only experimented with anal play a couple of times and it never made me feel anything other than pain. This toy was different though, it was a small egg that vibrated with a long vibrating tail that came out of it, almost like a tuning fork. After it popped in, I was left with one of the most intense feelings of my life and it felt like my entire sex was vibrating from the inside out.

“SHIT! SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” I began rhythmically swearing as Dr. Wharton resumed his frenzied thrusts into me, his cock seemingly hitting me harder than it had ever hit me before, the egg forcing down the back walls of my pussy to better be stroked by his cock as he rammed me over and over again. The tail though, that damned tail was the most devious contraption ever. If I was by myself, it would be perfect; vibing right on my clit to relieve the intense pressure I was feeling inside my sex; but with Mr. Wharton’s cock in the way, it was pushed over to the side, its frenzied beating just sending enough residual vibrations to let my sweet bead to know relief was there; just out of reach.

Now the screaming started. I just wasn’t ready. I was gripping the desk and cursing loudly, my hips shooting back to meet his cock and grind against his body. My Ass squirming as my legs quivered in pleasure trying desperately to shift the tail closer to my clit, closer to the relief my body desperately needed. A firm slap to the ass and his pinning hand shooting to the small of my back put a stop to that. “YOU LIKE THAT YOU DUMB WHORE, ARE YOU GOING TO ACTUALLY CUM FOR ME NOW?” Dr. Wharton screamed at me, calling me out on all my faking for a grade.

I couldn’t respond, I couldn’t form sentences, my only response was a series of grunts and pleas “UGHHHH, EHHHHH, EEEEEEEH, AHHHHHH PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME CUM PROFESSOR!” I collapsed and my legs became a vice grip around his cock and the vibrator.

“WHY SHOULD I LET YOU CUM, BECAUSE YOU NEED AN A OR BECAUSE YOU WANT TO?” He continued to mock me. A hard thrust from behind knocked the tail of the vibrator slightly more centered and just to the right of my mound. A loud “AHHHHHHH!” escaped my lips as I knocked over the stack of papers and a mousepad to deal with the pleasure, my fingernails digging into the wood of the desk.

I noticed though that there were other deep scratches in the wood, just as far apart as the marks my nails had just left. Dr. Wharton was right, I was just another slut; just another stupid bitch who’d rather spread her legs than actually earn an A. I lined up my fingers with the clawmarks of the stupid sluts who came before me and embraced Dr. Wharton’s cock and surrendered to my pleasure. I mimicked all the incoherent, pleasure-fueled animal noises I knew must have emanating from this same office so many times before. I imagined the other professors and secretaries, just outside. I always thought they were friendly but now I know why: they were smiling at the dumb hot co-ed in a sundress with no panties on because they knew what I was about to do, what I was about to become. As my desperate moans built I finally answered his question “I NEED TO CUM SIR, PLEASE, I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE GRADE JUST LET ME CUM PLEEASSSSEEEE!!!!”

He was silent at my request, just continued pumping me. My mouth gaped, my moans were catching in the back of my throat, I knew I was so close and my legs started quivering as I sucked air in anticipation of my release. “No.” was all he said.

In one movement, he pulled out of me, switched off the vibrator, and sat back in his leather armchair.

Without the weight of his body pinning me against the desk, I fell back onto the floor, crumpled and whimpering as my pleasure was taken away from me. I looked up from the floor, all words escaping me as I just looked up at him and confusion. “What, what did I do wrong?” I confusingly asked “why did you stop?”

“If you don’t want to fuck like you deserve an A, I’m not going to give you an A. Simple as that.” He casually told me, putting his glasses back on and pushing in the chair to get closer to his computer, brushing me away with a glance.

“You can go now Ms. King”

“Wait, no! We had a deal! You can’t do this to me!” I pleaded back. My gut sank, look at where I was, look at what I had done and for nothing? This couldn’t be. Between the shame and the pleasure and the confusion I had tears welling up in my eyes.

“You can’t do this! I’ll tell, I’ll tell everyone!” I angrily spat back standing up to face him. I flexed my bright red spanked ass and tried to ignore the straining pain of my thighs and between my legs from the rigorous fucking.

“Tell them what?” Professor Warton laughed back at me? That we fucked? I’m a tenured department head, have $30 million in pending grants for this university, and you don’t have a damn bit of proof. But by all means, let your father know you sold out your pussy like a whore trying to get a good grade from someone who looks like one of his golfing buddies.

We went back and forth for a bit but at the end, he was right. I tried to tell him exactly who my father was, the connections he had, the pull he had with the alumni association and athletic boosters but it was no use, he had me.

“I’ll do anything” I said dejectedly, putting myself completely at his mercy “I just want the A and nobody to know about this…”
Dr. Warton sat back in his tall leather armchair before spinning to face me head on, legs spread. “Prove it.” Was all he said.

I knew what that meant, I had been used and degraded by enough men in my time to know what he wanted. I dropped to my hands and knees and slowly crawled over to him, taking sure to make my head lower than my ass so he could get a good view of my peach from the top down.

It was at this moment, I realized I was still plugged, the Vibrator had been turned off but was still firmly lodged in my ass. That bastard must have known this was coming, he didn’t even mention the vibrator when he told me to leave. How many other girls had pleaded with him when dismissed? Just how debased was he going to make me get?

I worked my way between his legs and licked up and down his shaft, kissing the head and stroking with my left hand and massaging his heavy, hanging balls with my right before putting the tip down my mouth and sucking him off as I stroked.

“Mmmmmm, good girl” he groaned out, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and forcing my mouth down deeper down on him. I gagged at first before adjusting to the light face fucking and taking his full length down my throat. “Thaaat’s itt” he assuaged me on. One of his hands then left my head and reached for a small remote on his desk…the vibrator remote!

With one press of a button I was brought completely to my animalistic base urges. I stopped sucking his cock as I shuddered at the return of pleasure. The tail end of the vibrator must have gotten shifted in all the movement and was no FIRMLY pressed onto my clit. The pulsing of the anal portion and the light constant vibing of the tail was turning me on so fucking much. Readers of my previous stories will know that when I get turned on, I get wet. REALLY wet. And this was no different, as I felt the walls of my pussy spasm and clench, desperately seeking something to fuck them senseless to match and explain the vibrations I was feeling on my clit and my ass, I knew with each heart beat my wetness was oozing out. Checking between my legs with a free hand, I didn’t even make it within 3 inches of my sex before I felt the long, strands of grool dripping out of me.

“Please Sir, I’m- mmmm, oh god Sir, I’m so wet, I need you to please finish me off!” I said in the most seductive voice I could muster under the circumstances.

“This isn’t about you.” Was all the reply I got.

Dr. Warton then grabbed the back of my head and started face-fucking me as hard as he could, my eyes burst wide as tears streamed down my cheeks, my makeup smearing as he shoved his fat cock down my throat, lubed by my slurps and spit as he used my hole for his pleasure.

The roughness of being used like this was too much for me. Seeing as my hands were basically useless at this point, just desperately in vain trying to brace for my deep throating, I dropped my hands and began finger fucking myself as he thrusted, feeling my spit drip down my body towards my sopping wet pussy, the walls of my vagina pounding in pleasure and vibration around my fingers and I coaxed myself to orgasm.

Dr. Warton seemed to appreciate my efforts. He reached down and greedily grabbed fistfuls of my sore, puffy tits as he rammed my face, giving yet another cluster of my nerve endings some measure of electric stimulation.

Each move he made drew louder and deeper moans from me, giving him an ever increasing, vibrating hole to smash his dick in while I coaxed myself closer to orgasm. Eventually it became too much for him and I felt the telltale signs of his orgasm building; the twitching cock, the erratic thrusts, his breathe and pace quickening.

That’s when it all happened. He grabbed the back of my head and roughly forced his dick down as deep as it would go and grunted out as he shot spurt after spurt down my throat. It was too much, I struggled to get away but he held me firm. I gagged and coughed and tried to spit out his seed; but he wouldn’t let me go.

As he withdrew his cock and slunk back into his chair, spent. I spit out what little bit of semen didn’t get deposited straight into my stomach, creating a cascading stream of spit and seed down over my tits and too my still vibing, inflamed pussy. Leaning back, I began to stroke myself for him, finishing myself off. For his viewing pleasure.

Despite my best show, he seemed completely disinterested after cumming. Still completely sexually frustrated from what was essential a ruined, self-fingered orgasm. I sat there, spent and used, hoping he’d be ready for round two and would fuck me again. Instead he ordered me to get dressed and said he’d see me in class the next day. I complied.

The rest of the semester repeated this dance more than a few times. I’d go to office hours, we’d fuck, he’d abuse me, and sometimes I’d get off. It was degrading, it was hot, and it made me hate myself. But at least it was for a greater good.

Over spring break I checked my grade. B-.

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