Free Weed! (F50s/F22/F21) [Mf, voyeur, age gap, transactional, embarrassment, professor/student, anal, reluct, drugs]
It must suck, attending a university in a state where pot is illegal. Well, at least Shelia (F22) has me.
I (M50) am a horny-ass old biology professor who grows marijuana just outside of town. I won’t sell it because I’d get busted and wouldn’t be able continue my oh-so-important research. But I’m willing to trade for certain goods and services, so to speak.
Shelia and her college pals know very well that the pretty girls go to the front of the line, but it’s not all puppy dogs and ponytails.
Among her group she’s the only one I’ll trade with. The rules are always the same. I get my 15 minutes of pleasure in her butthole, and she gets a Thursday-night’s worth of HQ weed for herself and her friends that would sell for $200.
Naturally, Shelia initially found this idea demeaning, but after her little clique tasted one of my varieties, they wanted more. So she said she’d do it _one last time_. And then again, and again. She insisted to her girls that she hated our backdoor transactions—and yet, each Wednesday night she couldn’t sleep, her mind returning to the thought of trading access to her most intimate and private place with a creep who holds all the power.