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The Naughty Professor
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Subject: The naughty professor
Use it to abuse it.
Professor Fortnight had grown weary of the parade of young female students
who would come to his office hours hoping to boost a grade with a little
batting of the eyes and strutting out their chests.
This one seemed no different than the rest. She was a bit overdeveloped
in the chest, he thought, red hair cut short, perky lips, a coquettish
smile. She was upset about the C on her midterm paper. He remembered
the paper well. Badly researched, poorly written. He had been to
too generous.
"Professor Fortnight, you don't understand, if my GPA drops any more
I'll be on probation -- " Janet began, moving to rest her ass cheek
on the desk, covered with the tightest of jeans. He observed the
rolling mounds under the sweater. No bra.
He shifted in his chair. The door to the office was closed, and no
doubt more students were outside quietly waiting their turns.
"Call me Jack," he told her.
"Jack," she purred, pleased with this new intimacy. She leaned over
him, holding her books on her lap.
She was barely 18, her hormones creaming. Naturally she found a man
his age attractive. Graying at the temples, but slim, no doubt sort
of like her dad.
Jack Fortnight felt his cock stiffen in his pants as he looked upon
those full lucious lips. He leaned forward. "Well, maybe there is
something you can do for me..."
"Yes, Jack," she said, repeating his name with pleasure.
"Take off that sweater and let me have a look at you."
She looked puzzled but then she did and beneath it she wore a U. t-shirt,
and he could see that her nipples were dark and hard beneath the fabric.
He had no doubts now. He stood up briskly and locked the office door.
She looked doubtful. "What did you have in my mind?"
He leaned into her face and studied her calmly. What an arrogant piece
of ass she was, thinking she could wiggle in here and get a grade
changed. "Are you a virgin?"
"Y-y-yes," she said, looking somewhat flushed.
Jack abruptly unzipped his pants and lay his cock upon the desk. "So
you've never seen or touched one of these? My, how your education is
lacking. Do you know what a man does with one of these?"
She seemed suddenly more assured, barely looking at his hard dick
there on the desk. She pulled herself up and he watched those tits
bounced. She moved the hair out of her eyes and exhaled sharply.
"I know what it's for."
"Do you?"
"Yes, I've seen one before."
"Take off your shirt."
"What!"
"Take it off. You want a better grade, don't you? Well I need some
criteria for judging what you have learned in my class. I hope you
have learned, at the very least, to do what your professor tells you.
Of course, you won't be here much longer with a GPA like that..."
She was no longer smirking, and he thought she would storm out,
leaving his cock exposed for the line of students in the hallway,
but instead she put down her books and quickly slipped off the shirt.
Her tits bounced before him. They had wide brown nipples.
In a stroke, Professor Jack -- Jack me off! he thought deliriously ,
oh what am I doing, I've really flipped this time -- had kicked
off his shoes and pulled down his trousers. His still raging hardon
poked out of his boxers, and he still wore his argyle socks. His
shirt tail hung over his admittedly flabby butt, and he still
wore his suitjacket and tie.
"Now you're half-naked and so am I. That's a C-plus. Will that
save you from probation?"
"No." It was a sullen reply. She stood there barebreasted like an
animal caught in his headlamps.
"Then get on your knees."
She did so, quickly, those grand breasts jiggling. She looked up at
him. "Suck my cock, Janet. Suck my cock for a B-."
She looked at it and it looked back at her. He imagined it winking,
the one-eyed lech. She reached out gingerly and touched it with
her delicate hand. He moaned and his cock quivered. His thighs
trembled.
Slowly, oh so slowly, Janet placed her full lips on the tip of
his dick, easing it in to her wet mouth. He put his hands behind
that shock of red hair and pulled her into him, forcing the cock
in to its root. He felt her gag, struggle and then relax as she
caught her breath. "Suck," he whispered, still holding her head
to his crotch. And suck she did. "A B-plus Janet. Think how
proud your daddy will be."
She tried to say something but her mouth was occupied. He fucked
her face furiously and spittle ran down her chin. He looked down
at those magnificent breasts rocking by his knees, at his hard
manhood ramming in and out of her mouth....
He withdrew and she was gasping. He patted the desk. "Now I
suppose you're not satisfied with a B plus.
I suppose you want to do even better than that, not that you
deserve any more than a C. Your attendance is atrocisiou, and
your spelling worse. (:)). "
She looked dazed, but she shook her head. She was in it for the
whole nine yards now. He patted the desk. "Slip off your drawers
then and get up here on my desk."
She stood up and squirmed out of the tight jeans, revealing pink
panties with bunnies traipsing upon them. She climbed up on
to the desk on her back as he stoo d before her, his cock quivering,
moistened with her spit and his precum.
At least she knew enough to lie back and spread her legs, Jack though.
"Now what do you want from your professor?"
"An A plus," she said firmly.
"No, this will only rate an A-," Jack said, and he reached out and
ripped those pink panties apart at the seams. She gasped and so did
he at the sight of her perfect auburn mound.
It glistened wetly.
Without wasting a moment, he plunged into her, feeling the tight
virginal cunt, and she nearly screamed. He hastily put a hand over
her mouth and when she had calmed down, he finished the stroke.
Drops of blood dripped to his desk blotter. Her cherry.
He slowly eased his way in and out of that warm snatch, as it
grew slicker and slicker with blood and her juices, and he
leaned down and began to suck on those wonderful breasts.
"Oh, Janet, this is definitely worth an A-," he told her.
"A plus," she said through gritted teeth.
Slowly ever so slowly he picked up the pace, grinding into her,
harder and harder, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. His
old saggy butt was really working out now. I must get to the gym
more often, he said to himself, making a mental note. He felt
her creamy young thighs pulsing against him. She was going to
come, he could feel it.
He stood in front of the desk, holding her ankles with his hands
now, driving in and out of her as she moaned with abandon now.
What would the students outside think? Jack wondered. But he
didn't care now. Give them all A pluses!
Her pelvis shook and it shook again, tightening on his hard cock.
It was delicious. He licked a finger and massaged one of her nipples.
He played with her clit and made her taste it, as he alternating
between slow and fast strokes, slowing drawing his cock out, then
plunging it in again.
She sucked on his fingers full of her taste, and she was grunting
now, her hips bucking, as he drove in and out of her.
He knocked pictures and pencils and coffee mugs and trinkets off
his desk with a sweep of his hand and then he was climbing up
there with her, horizontal to her, easing in and out of that
slick cunt. God this was fantastic, he thought, thank God I
have tenure.
"Oh professor Jack, please, I really need an A plus --"
"A minus so far," he muttered, lost in her breasts.
And then it came, he felt her young virgin cunt tighten on his hard
cock and squeeze erratically, pulsing, and her nipples quivered and
she licked her lips and moaned -- "Oh.Oh.OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH..."
A screamer as well, Jack thought, with pleasure as he arched his back
for one last glorious plunge into that hot burning mound, shooting
his load of cum deep inside. He quickly withdrew and another shot
came out, spraying from her belly button and all over those tits.
She lay there speechless, well fucked, if Jack did say so himself
as he climbed off the desk and put his trousers back on. She
sat up and slowly began to dress.
First the shirt, then the sweater, then pulling up the jeans over
that mound, still glistening with his cum.
The panties lay under the desk on the floor, where Jack would not
find them for weeks... but that's another story.
As she unlocked the door, Janet turned to him, glowing radiantly
and reeking of sex and she said, her smile returned, "A plus?
Right, professor, that's our deal?"
Jack let his head fall back and let out a roaring laugh that
everyone in the hall could surely hear. "In fucking, perhaps,
but in my class this is still a C- midterm you little slut."
End
Ok, I'm a fucking bastard I admit it.
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