*This is quite long, sorry hopefully you all read to the end*
Today was not going well for Jackson, Mr. Paul if you were one of his students. Teaching College Lit he thought was his dream job, that was until this year. At 28yrs old most of his students were only few years younger, and he knew he was the faculty heartthrob. He had played rugby through college, and still played on a club team. In 3 of his classes there was that one girl he zeroed in on, and couldn’t stop thinking about, he was doing it again now as he sat at his desk, while students finished an essay.
“Mr. Paul, “Kalliopi cleared her throat and tried a little louder,” Sir.”
“Oh, umm sorry” Mr. Paul said pulling himself out of the daydream of bending a student over the desk after class. “What can I help you with?”
“Well, I umm…I have a question about one of my assignment grades. I think it’s wrong.” Kalliopi stammered out. She wasn’t normally shy, but around someone she found attractive she just couldn’t get the words out.
“What assignment let me bring it up on Canvas.” Mr. Paul moved his chair to reach his laptop better, and waited to hear the assignment.
“It was the personal narrative you assigned two weeks ago. I umm, well you put that the assignment was supposed to be factual and about an experience we had went through. I wrote exactly that, so I don’t know if you don’t believe me, or what happened by I only got a 60% and it brought my grade down, which will bring my GPA down, and I could lose my scholarship, then my parents would make me come back home…” Kalliopi trailed off realizing she had just word vomited all over Mr. Paul.
“Okay let me take a look at the assignment, there’s 28 of you in this class and I assigned that exact assignment to over 100 students so forgive me but I cannot recall exactly what yours was about. Go ahead and go back to your seat and finish the essay for next week. At the end of class, I’ll be happy to discuss this further with you.” Mr. Paul said politely enough, though still slightly disgruntled he’d no longer be able to think about April bent over calling him Mr. Paul.
The assignment was not what Mr. Paul had expected when he read over it.
The assignment:
I didn’t know what to write about at first. You had mentioned it needed to be a significant event in our life that helped form us into who we are currently. I first thought about how I immigrated from Greece when I was 7, but to be honest so many others have that exact story and it just seemed overdone. So, I am going to tell you about when I turned 19. I went to college, this college. It’s across the country (we live in Virginia) from my parents. I wanted to be somewhere near the water, and UCLA fit all the criteria. My first month here was uneventful, but then I got to know some of the girls on the soccer team and we hung out. April and Sophie were my favorite girls to go out with. They pushed me to be more social, and daring.
One night they had decided to set me up on a blind date. It was at a club I had never been to, and they just gave me an address and told me to wear my black mini dress with the zip up front. So, I did. I showed up, and texted the guy who they set this date up with. I met him at the door and asked him about the club, he told me “It will be a fun adventure, but once inside I would have to promise to give it a chance before walking out.” I agreed and we continued. At the door they slipped a yellow bracelet onto my arm followed by an orange one. He got a black and green tie dye one. I was curious but didn’t think much of it. When I stepped past the bouncer and into the lobby area of the club it looked posh. There were loungers, and velvet chairs, a coat check station was there as well. The date, I’ll refer to him as Jay, turned and kissed my temple encouraging me to step through the double doors at the other side of the lobby. I took the steps forward and pushed open a door wide enough to slide through. Bodies were everywhere in all different stages of undress, and in various sexual positions. My eyes scanned the room and I’m sure my chin dropped to the floor. I felt Jay’s hand on my back urging me toward the circular bar in the center of the room. I sat down on a barstool turning to Jay. So many questions in my head.
“Okay, Jay, what the fuck kind of place is this? Why did you bring me here? What does this mean exactly?” I asked holding up my bracelets.
“Your friends said you needed a new college experience, and this place is just that. What you see is what you get. Pick what you want to experience and we will do it. I have no limits. As for the bracelets they just mean you’re new and whomever has to ask me before they can touch you or talk to you.” I swiveled in my chair taking in every cubicle around the room as I turned back to Jay. My eyes still adjusting to so much blatant nudity, and oddly feeling very overdressed. One cubicle caught my attention over Jay’s shoulder and I shyly peeked. A woman was on her knees with a man on each side of her, their hard cocks both in her mouth.
“Is there a more private option? I don’t know that I want everyone in here seeing every lump and bump of my body.” I leaned forward and whispered.
Jay laughed at me, and told me he’d blindfold me if I didn’t want to see everyone admiring my goddess of a body. The thought of not being able to see while a man had complete control sent shivers down my spine and made me clench my sex against the wetness. I nodded my head and decided to get up and walk toward the only cubicle that had a partial curtain. I had no idea what was behind the curtain, but I was intrigued and figured it would offer some privacy.
Jay followed; I could feel the heat coming off his body. I turned to him and said “I’m a virgin, we cannot have sex. I don’t want it.”
He stopped and then grabbed my upper arm, not painfully, and looked me in the eyes while saying “Darling all you have to do is say the word stop and I will. However, what’s behind that curtain may not be what you want. It’s called an Iron Cross.”
I looked at him, my brain going to the worst possible scenario, and I swallowed deeply. With a resigned sigh I turned slightly to an open room that had just a table like at a gyno and a chest of drawers to one side. There were some straps I saw hanging on the wall, and the bed but it looked pretty harmless, so I stepped inside.
“I need that blindfold because I don’t want to see what you’re doing or who is watching.” I said quietly as I hopped up onto the table.
Jay took a sleep mask off the top of the drawers and slide it over my eyes, asking if I was okay. I again nodded. “I need you to be vocal when I ask a question. Yes, No, Stop. That’s it, understood?” He said kind of gruffly.
“yyyeess” I stammer out.
The next few hours were filled with so many sensations, and new experiences. My brain still has a hard time processing what happened, but here’s a few things I do remember:
The bell interrupts Mr. Paul’s reading of the assignment. He asked Kalliopi to come up to his desk and dismissed the rest of the class saying he’d see them next week.
Kalliopi stopped at the edge of his desk, biting her plump bottom lip, and not making direct eye contact with Mr. Paul. She heard him clear his throat and she looked up.
“I’ve read through most of your assignment. I have to admit I don’t remember reading it before. There are a lot of grammar errors, so you’ll still have quite a few points deducted. I also don’t see this as a productive personal narrative. I’d like to give you a chance to explain yourself and earn the grade you want.”
“Yes, Mr. Paul. What do you need me to do to explain?”
“Let’s start with you finishing the problem you started by choosing the topic you did.” He said pointing for her to kneel in front of him.
“Um..what? You can’t truly mean for me to, with the door unlocked, and people could come in and see.”
“Well, you either do it, or you take the grade as it stands in the gradebook. It’s not like you’ve not done anything publicly before. How badly do you want the grade?” Mr. Paul leaned slightly back into his seat then with a smirk on his face.
It wasn’t the type of question that required an answer. It was one that required an action. Either she got down on her knees in from of him or she took the D and saved what little self-respect she had left. It took her less than a minute to decide having her parents force her to move back home because of grades was not the option she wanted. She dropped to her knees looking up at Mr. Paul begging him with her eyes to not make her do this.
He kept her eye contact with her as he undid his zipper. Her eyes went wide as she saw how large he was. She looked back at the door once more and he said “eyes on me dear. Make me cum and you’ll get your “A”.” She swallowed hard and licked her lips. Slowly taking his length into her hands and sliding up and down. She spit down onto the tip, not wanting to put it in her mouth, she thought she could get away with just a sloppy hand job. She thought to herself he didn’t say exactly what she needed to do aside from make him cum. His cock started to get thicker and harder as she stroked him, adding more spit onto it. Mr. Paul leaned back again shifting his hips forward toward her mouth.
“You know I can give myself a hand job. I need more effort than that from you.” His voice rattled Kalliopi who was focused on her task.
His hand suddenly was on the back of her head guiding her mouth closer to his cock. Her lips grazed the tip and he shoved her forward more. She had no choice but to open her mouth. At that moment she decided she had already gone too far to stop so decided to suck the life out of him. Her lips all but suctioned around his cock as her hands slide down to his balls to play with them. The moan he released in response spurred her on.
Kalliopi sucked harder and faster. Moving her hands between his balls and sliding up and down his hardened cock. Mr. Paul had his hands locked on the back on her head he controlled the pace by pushing or pulling on her hair. He pushed her head again, holding her nose against his abdomen, Kalliopi couldn’t breathe and was choking on him when he finally released her. Slobber ran down onto his balls from her mouth as she pulled up to his tip. When she pulled him out of her mouth to swallow and wipe some of the saliva off her chin, he shoved her mouth back down and held her again. Her hands flew to his thighs squeezing to try and get him to let her go. He wouldn’t let her pull back, her eyes started to water and she started to dig her nails into his thighs. Finally, he released her and she looked up at him with tears running down her face.
“That’s a good girl.” He stated, as she again took in breathes. “I need to feel that sweet little pussy of yours.”
She shook her head, she had only had sex once, that night at the club. She couldn’t imagine fitting his huge cock into her. She wasn’t your skinny twig of a girl that could be easily tossed around, but she wasn’t a body builder either. If he pinned her down, she wouldn’t be able to overpower him. The fear she was feeling inside she knew showed in her eyes. She tried not looking up at him and pretending she didn’t hear his comment. However, he pulled her off his cock and backward against the desk by her hair. She squealed in protest and her arms went flying up to his trying to stop the momentum. But her back felt the edge of the desk and his weight shifted. He took his hands out of her hair and lifted her easily up onto the desk. Spreading her legs and lifting her skirt up. His fingers grazing her lips as he did so. Her body was betraying her by getting wet.
“sssttoooppp. Ppplllleeeaaasssee” She stammered.
“Sweetheart, I’m not going to do anything you don’t agree to. I’m going to taste you until I have your juices running down my chin and you’re begging me to take that pussy of yours to heaven.” He murmured into her ear before he sat back down in his chair. Putting her legs on each armrest and sliding her panties to one side. His tongue parted the folds of her lips and quickly found the nub at the top of her sex. Her hips jolted in response and a moan escaped her lips.
Mr. Paul continued licking and sucking her sex as she writhed beneath him. Her hands found his hair and twisted into it, gripping him for dear life as she felt herself cum. His fingers then entered her. She cried out his name as her orgasm rippled through her again, she began begging for more. He stopped licking her and stood up, leaning over her.
“Say it. Say you want my cock in you.” He commanded her.
“I..I want you” Kalliopi breathed.
“No, dear. I need those exact words or you get nothing. And our deal was you make me cum or you don’t get the grade.” He corrected. He then stood there his fingers still fucking her as his thumb rubbed her clit.
“I want your cock in me now.” She said quickly. He smiled back and licked his lips. Positioning himself to line up with her sex as he ran the tip up and down her folds.
She greedily bucked trying to take his tip inside her until he pushed his forearm down across her hips holding her still. After torturing her for a moment longer he growled and slammed into her. The force slid her back further on the desk and produced a sharp intake of breath from her. Mr. Paul continued to pull almost all the way out and then slam back into her, enjoying the feeling of her tight pussy around him and the sounds of her cries as her body tried to get used to his size.
Kalliopi finally adjusted to his brutal rhythm and started to feel her body build up to climax when he sharply pulled out of her and flipped her over. Mr. Paul pushed her chest against the desk and gathered her arms behind her back with one hand as he smacked her ass enjoying the yelp of surprise she gave. He enjoyed the view of her ass bouncing under hand and the red print left behind. He slipped a finger into her pussy and brought the juices up to play with her asshole. He swirled his finger around watching how lubed it started to become. Her moans had quieted, so he decided to make her really squirm. He pushed his cocked back inside her as he wet finger slid into her ass. Kalliopi bucked against the new sensation. She wasn’t sure what to do. No one had ever done anything like that. The more she tried to move away from him the more his finger moved and she began to like the sensation. She pushed her ass back against him, begging for more.
Mr. Paul continued to fuck her doggystyle, pushing one finger in and out of her ass as she continued to chant his name. He began to feel his own climax building as she continued to moan out his name and tell him how good he felt. He pulled his finger out of her ass and slide two in alongside his cock, pushing them in and out getting them nice and wet before going back to her ass and inserting both fingers. His other hand slid up her waist to her shoulder pulling her back against him as he quickened his pace. Kalliopi was getting louder as the sensations starting to send her over the edge. He could feel her pussy walls contracting against him. He couldn’t risk another professor overhearing so moved his hand from her shoulder to around her neck. He squeezed just enough to cut off some of the air supply, and her voice. This sent both of them completely over the edge. Mr. Paul shot his seed deep inside her pussy, as Kalliopi completely collapsed against the desk in exhaustion from the orgasm racking her body.
Mr. Paul pulled both his fingers and his cock out, enjoying the gush of his seed following him. He slid her panties back over, knowing he just trapped some of his seed inside of her. He smacked her ass before bending down to pull his pants up over his softening cock. Kalliopi still lay shuddering bent over his desk. He looked down and cleared his throat. She turned to look at him over her shoulder.
“While that was decent, I’m positive you can do better, so your grade will only be average. You can move from 65% up to 75%. If you wish to get that “A” to keep your GPA high you’ll need to perform better than that.” He smirked after knowing just how much he was going to enjoy the next time, and that she couldn’t turn him down because her scholarship required no grade lower than a B.
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