In my previous stories, I mentioned about some extracurricular activities I engaged in during college to get by (at least that’s the logic I told myself at the time). What should have been one of the most interesting classes turned out to be the most confusing for me. Philosophy just wasn’t my strong suite it seems. Not to mention the fact the professor looked very familiar; I was just never focused enough to learn anything in the class. At the time, I am sophomore and trying to balance school, work, social, and romantic life. I was more of a A-B student in college and my only focus was keeping my GPA above a 3.0 just in case I ever decided to go to graduate school in the future.
Come mid-terms, we were tasked with a topic and had to debate our partner. My partner was my best friend but she was way better at this than I was. Our topic was the legalization of marijuana and I was given the side of against and she was given the for side. We had 1 week to study and instead I spent it getting high and partying on my time off from work. I simply figured, “Weed is bad. Done.” Come the midterm, I was clearly unprepared and it showed. I got a C for my midterm and with the weighted grading scale, I needed to get an A in my final and homework assignments to get a B+ and pray for a curve to an A.
Of course, this meant spending more time with the professor. I sincerely attempted to learn but I just couldn’t grasp the material. He had to seriously slow it down just for me to grasp some of the philosophy theories. I could tell he was getting frustrated with me and so I decided to spice up our 30 minute office hour sessions a bit by dressing a bit more provocative. I would show up in a tank top without a bra or wearing tight daisy dukes until I could figure out whether he was a boobs-guy or an ass-guy. We met every week for 30-minutes and by the 3rd week, I already knew his taste. He reacted better when I had just come from the gym in my volleyball tights and lose tank top with a sports bra under.
At the time, I was not the most attractive girl in the class but I certainly had the biggest ass. So when I would write on his dry erase board, I would make sure to make my ass wiggle as much as I erased my “mistakes” on the board. I did learn some but I also knew I had to get him on my good side in order to get the curve I needed. I would flirt a little and fix my tights a lot to make sure he could see my camel toe or wedgie since I wouldn’t wear anything under. Come finals week, I was assigned a new partner and he was one of the smartest guys in the class. My heart sank since I most certainly knew I was going to do horribly in this debate. The topic was abortion and we had the standard time to prep. This time I spent it studying and doing research to make sure I wouldn’t look like an idiot. I show up to class in my professional attire (we had to dress the part too as part of our grade) and was sweating bullets. Of course, I failed miserably and my partner made me out to look like a monster who kills babies for fun. I felt horrible but didn’t spend too much time feeling sorry for myself since I had another final to run to in 45 minutes.
That evening, I get the automated email that my final grade has been posted. I log into my student portal and I see my grade. My heart sank. Another C! I look at the feedback and it simply says, “Lets talk about this.” So I email the professor right away and ask when we can meet. He replied almost immediately indicating he was still on campus and has another 30 minutes or so before he heads home. I quickly rush over to his office, making my way through the final evening class being dismissed. I make it to his office and knock on the door. “Come in.” I slowly open the door and there he is in a state of dress I had never seen him before. He went from the usual sweater and slacks to gym shorts and t shirt. He was not fit by any means but he was tall and muscular. Surprised, I said, “Oh. I’m sorry. Is this a good time?” He turns around and sees me, “Yes! Of course. Come in. Please close the door behind you.” I step in, now feeling overdressed and close the door. He reaches into his briefcase and pulls out his notepad from the class. “Alright. So what happened? You were doing great at first and then you just lost it.” I tried to explain the logic behind my argument and he indicated I must have not been paying attention in our sessions. I slumped in my chair and asked him if he was going to curve the grades. He replied, “The average grade for the class is a B+ so there is no need to curve the grades.” I felt hopeless. I started getting watery eyes and ask him to reconsider. He simply shook his head and I decided to take the pity route and take off my coat. “I guess I should return this suit since I probably won’t be using it anymore.” He rolled his eyes which made me realize this wasn’t going to work.
Instead I changed tactic and told him, “Thank you, Dr. __. Even though I failed your class, I still enjoyed it. I went around his desk and hugged him. I pressed my breast hard against his abdomen and patted his big chest. I turned around and bent over to take off my heels. Slowly, I pick them up and hear him sigh. “Wait…” My eyes pop up. “Yes?” He looks through his desk as if looking for something. “If you can debate me and successfully make strong points, I’ll give you a bonus.” I smiled at another chance at redemption and gleefully agreed. The topic was God. Does god exist? I knew I was going to lose since I was not a religious person but I had another trick up my sleeve. He started his opening argument. Very strong and powerful stuff. I started mine but I would get closer to him with every sentence. By the time I finished my argument I was on his side of the desk and he was still sitting down. Then came my rebuttal. I took off my thong and used it as a hair tie standing closer to him At this point, he was too scared to do anything and there was a silence. “Dr. ___. Its your turn.” He made his counter-argument and stared at me as if trying to figure my intentions. Then I started mine and picked up my skirt one inch with every sentence. By the time I was getting ready to reveal my pussy, I turned around and simply showed him my ass. I heard a soft, “…fuck…” come under his breath. I finished my argument and closed the blinds for the window. “err. When we debate, we must face each other.” I smirked, because I knew this was a made up rule and he simply wanted to get a glimpse of my pussy. “Sorry, Dr.” I turn around and reveal what he has been waiting to see. He doesn’t talk and I grab his hands and put them on my ass. “Dr.__ ? Your closing arguments?” He looks up at me and tries to hide his clear erection at this point.
Still nothing, I begin my closing arguments and get on my knees. I get closer to him and pull down his shorts. His cock springs up like it was waiting to come out all along. Before I could finish my argument, I grab his cock and begin slowly sucking it. First I put the head in my mouth and caress it with my tongue. I could taste his precum and his cock was a lot thicker than my boyfriend’s. I look him in the eyes and begin to swallow inch by inch. Not once breaking eye contact, just swallowing it whole. When I reach the end, I stick out my tongue and begin to tongue his balls as well. Now comfortable, he grabs my head and says, “Suck it, bitch.” Surprised, I try to stop and correct him but his hands keep me down there. He pushes my head even deeper and I begin to gag. He quickly pulls my head back from my hair as I gasp for air. Then he stands up and picks me up by my hair. He kisses me and then turns me around. He pins me down on his desk with one hand still on my hair and the other now on his dick as he decides which hole to fill. When he enters my pussy I can feel his cock forcing its way through. Parting my walls open to where it feels like I’m about to get ripped apart. I take out a condom from my bra and hand it to him behind me. He takes it and says, “Save that for your boyfriend.” Then he throws it back at me and continues fucking me. Every thrust, going deeper than before. The large office desk moving a few cm with every push. After a few minutes, he says, “…ugh….I’m gonna cum.”
At that point he takes his dick out and forces it into my ass. I try to stand up but he pushes me down with both hands. “FUCK! That hurts!” I groan, which only excited him more. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me. Unloading his cum in my ass with every throb. He takes out his dick and I stand up and pull my skirt down. “You didn’t do a closing argument; therefore, I win!” He laughs and tells me, “You deserve an A for how well you handled the D.” I rolled my eyes at his cheesy attempt to be cool. I grabbed my purse and took off my thong pony tail. He is cleaning his dick with some paper towels when he looks at me and says, “I hope to see you next year in my Logic class.” I smiled and replied, “Sorry. I’m an Education major. This is my only philosophy class.” I opened the door before he was done picking up his shorts and he quickly fell to his chair.
SIDENOTE: I noticed a familiar USB in his desk that looked one of my old USBs. I noticed this on my very first office hour visit with him before midterms when I went with my best friend to ask about the book we are using for the class. At that point, I knew. He knew who I was. For context, see previous posts.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mng6u7/sucked_a_d_for_an_a_fm
If you never sucked dick for a grade in undergrad, did you really even go to college?
I feel like you missed a golden opportunity with the weed debate.
Argument 1 – I could have studied all week for this debate but instead I smoked all week.
Argument 2 – I am badly losing this debate.
Conclusion – Therefore weed is bad and should be illegal.