Will Fuck for A’s

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I stood outside of Professor Brown’s door and smoothed my hands over my skirt. I needed to do whatever I had to do to get him to raise my grade in Business Management. If I didn’t pass this course, I wouldn’t be able to graduate on time, and that just wasn’t an option for me.

“If you hadn’t spent so much time partying this semester, maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation,” my boyfriend, Greg, had said to me the night before. He had graduated a year ago with flying colors, and it felt like he was just rubbing it in my face.

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“Greg,” I had said, annoyed, “college is for partying, is it not? I’m 19! It’s prime party age.”

But as I stood here in front of my professor’s office, ready to beg and plead for any sort of extra assignments that could help boost my grade, I was starting to think my boyfriend was right.

“Come in!” came Professor Brown’s voice as I rapped my knuckles on his door.

I entered the office and quickly put a smile on my face. It was a small office, filled with shelves of thick books and file folders. A window was letting in a stream of golden evening light.

“Do you always stay so late?” I asked, standing just past the doorway.

Professor Brown stood up and walked past me, closing the door. He was in his mid-fifties, I figured, with thin gray hair and a pair of black-framed glasses. I could tell he had been very handsome when he was younger.

“Not always. But it’s that time of year, so there’s a lot of stuff to grade. How can I help you, Daphne?” 

He perched on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms over his chest. 

I cleared my throat. “I just wondered if there were any opportunities for pulling my grade up? I know I’ve not done well this semester, but I really need to pass.”

Professor Brown shook his head. “I’m afraid not. I admire you for coming to me like this, but—”

“Are you sure there’s. . . nothing?” 

As the words left my mouth, I found myself slowly walking closer to the desk where he sat, brushing my brown curly hair back over my shoulders so Professor Brown could get a nice look at the cleavage in my crop top. I watched his eyes wander up and down my body, from my strappy heels up to my glossy lips. I had been very careful about what I chose to wear that morning. I hadn’t wanted it to come to this, but I was desperate.

I outstretched my hand for his shirt collar and pulled him towards me. He looked surprised, his eyes widening behind his glasses, but he didn’t say anything. I pressed my lips against his. He tasted like coffee.

“Daphne, we—” he said under his breath, pulling away.

I raised my eyebrows. “Yes?”

He surveyed me for a second, as though determining if he should continue. Finally, after a few seconds had passed, he kissed me again. It was longer and more passionate this time, our tongues intertwining. 

As we made out, I reached down for his belt buckle and began to quickly undo it. Professor Brown let out a small gasp as I sank down to my knees in front of him and pulled his cock out from his pants.

“This is so wrong,” he muttered.

“But it feels right, doesn’t it?” I asked, putting on my most alluring voice.

His mouth fell open as I lowered my mouth down around the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around it first, slowly working my way down. He wasn’t too big, so it was easy to get all the way to the base of his cock. I bobbed my head back and forth, trying my best to remember why I was doing this. A pang of guilt hit my gut as I thought about my boyfriend. 

“Fuck, that feels good,” Professor Brown groaned, looking down to watch me suck him off.

I did this for a few more minutes and quickly found myself actually enjoying it. My plan was to do what I needed to do to get a higher grade, but I never expected to get turned on in the process. 

When I stood up, Professor Brown reached out and swept his arm across his desk, clearing the surface of the papers he was grading. The gesture turned me on. 

He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up onto the desk. 

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” he said, staring me in the eye. “I’m serious.”

I shook my head quickly. “No, of course not.”

Then he was between my legs, bunching my skirt up around my waist as he dragged my pink thong off over my thighs. I let out a loud whimper, and quickly clamped my hand over my mouth. I didn’t want to be too loud.

I watched as this man over twice my age buried his face in my pussy. I spread my legs wide for him as he dragged his tongue across me. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that I was enjoying it this much. 

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, as his tongue flattened out across my clit and began to slide gently back and forth. It felt so good, like soft velvet pleasuring me.

“You taste amazing,” he sighed, pulling away briefly. 

I almost lost all control when he put two fingers inside me. They moved back and forth, matching the rhythm of his tongue, and stars started flashing before my eyes. Greg, in the whole time we had been together, had never made me feel quite like this. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I couldn’t handle it as I came. I tried to be quiet, but it was so hard. His fingers kept moving back and forth in my wet pussy, as his tongue slid again and again on my clit. It was the perfect combination.

When I was finally finished cumming, my legs still shaky, Professor Brown stood up and took his cock in his hands. He pulled me so I was closer to the edge of the desk.

“One fuck, one A.” He looked me in the eyes and nodded his head. “Understood?”

I swallowed hard, more turned on than ever by this sudden assertiveness. “Yes, Professor.”

And just like that, he dove his cock straight into me. Even though he wasn’t the biggest, most well-endowed man, it was like his cock was made just for me. It fit my tight pussy perfectly, and I couldn’t help but look down and watch it thrust in and out of me. His shaft was glistening from my wetness, a detail that only made me more turned on. 

“Holy shit, you’re right,” my professor groaned, and I suddenly noticed the wedding ring on his hand. It looked like I wasn’t the only one cheating today. . .

He had his head thrown back, and his mouth opened wide with pleasure. The noises he made were animalistic, primal, and I wondered if he wasn’t getting any at home. His fingers pressed into my thighs as he fucked me, slamming his cock again and again into my wet cunt.

“Come here,” he said suddenly, “and let me fuck you from behind.”

My stomach did a flip as I moved off the desk and let him bend me over it. Getting fucked from behind was my favorite position, and as he slid his cock under my ass and into my pussy once more, I couldn’t help but shudder and groan.

“You feel so good,” I sighed, my voice sounding more high-pitched than normal. What was this man doing to me? 

He gave my ass a few good smacks, running his hands across my smooth skin as my skirt stay bunched up around my waist.

“You have the most perfect ass. I wish you’d show it off more during my lectures,” he said, his voice low, like a growl.

I smiled, even though he couldn’t see it. “You’ve got it.”

Professor Brown seemed to like that response. He rammed his cock into me slowly and deeply, as though punishing me. It made me yelp with every thrust. 

“You ready for this cum?” he hissed.

I turned around to look at him. “Yes, please! Give it to me, Professor.”

Just a few more pumps of his cock, and I could feel the hot gush of cum spurting into my hole. I don’t think Professor Brown had cum in a long time, because it felt like his orgasm was never going to end.

“Shit,” he groaned, letting out a long exhale as his cock shot out the last few drops of cum. 

He slid out slowly, rubbing my ass as he did so. I turned around and looked up at him, and I reached down to pull my thong back up over my pussy. 

“Well?” I asked, my chest still heaving up and down.

Professor Brown gave me a weak smile. “Yes, consider yourself passed, Daphne. Congratulations.”

I watched in happy surprise as he headed back to take a seat behind his desk. 

“I’ll change your grade right now,” he said.

“Thank you!” I squealed. “Thank you, Professor!”

He waved his hand. “Let’s not discuss it anymore. I’ll see you in class on Monday.”

Before he could say anything else, I turned on my heel and headed out of his office, feeling relieved. 

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