Pleasing My Professor

Vanessa got a C on her university paper and is desperate to get it bumped up to an A. She hatches the perfect plan — seduce Dr. Barnes and give him what he wants in return for a better mark. After all, Dr. Barnes has a reputation for sleeping with students for this very purpose. But to bump up from a C to an A requires more than just quick and simple sex.  No, to get an A, Dr. Barnes has something else in mind for Vanessa.

WARNING: This 4,800-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a student and her older university professor that will leave you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

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Excerpt

I set my backpack and purse down on the floor and I sat in the chair facing him. “I’ve got my paper in here,” I said, leaning forward to dig it out of my bag. My breasts nearly popped out of my shirt. I resisted the temptation to look up at Dr. Barnes, but I was sure he was staring down my shirt.

When I grabbed my paper and sat upright again, I saw the guilty shift in Dr. Barnes’s eyes. Yeah, he’d been staring. I edged forward in my chair, so just the edge of my ass was on it, and crossed my legs, letting my skirt rise even higher. I’d gone without panties today and I hoped it was noticeable from where he sat. I would’ve gone without a bra, too, but this one does amazing things to my rack.

I looked Dr. Barnes over as I handed him my paper and he quickly scanned through it. Could I fuck him? He was maybe in his forties, quite fit, had a full head of hair without a single gray. He was a hot daddy-type. I felt my pussy suddenly become a bit wet — maybe I wanted this more than I realized. When planning this, I’d expected to have to put up with it, but if the heat building in me was any indication, I might actually want this as much as him.

“Ah, yes,” he said. “I remember your paper. You had a great opening argument, but your supporting evidence was a bit forced and your conclusion more or less fell flat.” He looked up at me, his eyes never rising higher than my chest.

“Is there ... anything I can do ... to improve my grade?” I asked, pausing every few words, doing my best to sound seductive.

“We might ... we might be able to come to some sort of arrangement.” He finally looked up at my eyes. “Depends how much work you put into it. You could ... rewrite it this weekend and send it to me on Monday morning.” By the offhand manner in which he said that, and the way he waved his hand dismissively, I could tell he didn’t want us to take that option. No, he wanted a different kind of arrangement, but I could also sense some nervousness in him, like he wanted to be sure we were on the same page before he made his move.

“I was,” I said, pausing and running my fingers down the V of my shirt, stopping where it dove between my breasts, “hoping for an alternate arrangement.”

Dr. Barnes sat back in his chair and spread his legs. His bulge was noticeable — huge and hard. “What kind of arrangements did you have in mind.”

I let my hand fall from my shirt to the hem of my skirt. I nudged it up my thigh even more as I uncrossed my legs. The cool air of the office brushed between my legs, kissing me tenderly. “I’m sure we can think of something.”

He groped himself. “The final question, is how high do you want your grade to jump? Because if you want an A or an A+, we’re going to have to come to some sort of ... deep understanding.”

I groaned seductively and let my head fall back a bit, exposing my neck to him, as I ran my fingers across my mound. “I need an A ... and I’m willing to do anything to get it...”

When I heard the zip of Dr. Barnes’s fly, I brought my head back up and watched as he reached into his pants and pulled out his long, thick cock. It was so much bigger than my ex-boyfriend’s.

I licked my lips as I stood up and came around to his side of the desk. I fell to my knees in front of him and wrapped my fingers around his shaft — it was hard and very warm, throbbing in my grip. I looked up at him and bit my lower lip, a look I’ve seduced men with before.

“I want that A,” I said, gently stroking up and down his shaft.

“Then you better start sucking,” he said.

I opened my mouth and took the crown of his dick in me. It tasted clean and his skin was velvety-soft. Slowly, I sunk my face down on it, taking it deeper in my mouth, until it brushed against the back of my throat. I bobbed my head up and down, moaning into his dick.

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