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  Anything For a ‘B’

  by Francis Ashe

  Copyright 2012 Francis Ashe

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  The fourth week of classes had just ended and with it, the first round of exams. Jamie had desperately wanted to get at least a ‘B’ in all of her classes to keep her scholarship. She was interested far more in her Introduction to Sociology class though, and not only because she wanted a good recommendation from the professor. The teacher, Professor Hendricks, was young and about six inches taller than she was. He always wore slightly baggy suits, so it was hard to tell what was underneath, but from experience she could tell that he took care of himself, even if he was not particularly good at dressing.

  Jamie was nineteen and had started at the University a year after most of her friends. She had always been good at school, but lost interest her last year of high school and had trouble affording the tuition. Once she managed to get a scholarship though, she had decided to make the most of it. She met her goal on all of her other exams. She got two perfect scores and one ‘B’. She had to admit the Sociology test was a little harder than the others, but that was because she spent most of her study time actually fantasizing about Professor Hendricks, and getting him out of his baggy suits.

  “Jamie Goode,” he called her name to fetch her test paper. As she took it, making sure to look into his eyes for as long as she could manage without feeling awkward, she knew something was wrong. The class was small, only about thirty students, and so there was more interaction between the students and professor than in her other courses. The way he said her name and the way he looked back at her when she went to the front of the class spoke volumes. Returning to her desk, she opened the exam book and almost fainted. A sixty two! I will never be able to make this up on the final. I am going to lose this scholarship, have to leave school, and worst of all Professor Hendricks is going to think I am an absolute idiot. Her anxiety must have been plain to see, because as soon as class was dismissed, Professor Hendricks called her to the lectern as she was leaving.

  “Jamie, I know you can do better than your exam shows. You are a very bright girl – did you just get nervous during the exam? Did you have trouble finding the time to study? Were you distracted by something?” he asked.

  “To tell you the truth, Dr. Hendricks, I was distracted. I was very worried about getting high grades on all of my exams this week and just got upset over it all,” she replied.

  “That happens to the best of us. Happens to me all the time anyway, I get all worked up over something and can’t really do my best work when it comes down to crunch time. Why don’t you come by my office tomorrow after my 10:00? I don’t have office hours then, but that will give us more time to figure something out,” he suggested.

  “I… I don’t know what to say, but thank you!” was all she could manage before she had to rush out the door to her next class.

  The next morning, Wednesday, she made sure to wear a shirt from tenth grade. Her breasts hadn’t really filled out until just after she graduated, so any clothes from earlier really hugged her where it counted. She was thin, and not overly endowed, but in these old shirts, her tits looked great she thought. Her ass was a bit larger than her size would indicate so any jeans that were the right size to fit her small waist were very snug, and made that part of her almost irresistible. She briefly considered putting on a lot of makeup and fixing her hair carefully, but decided that Professor Hendricks probably liked a more natural look, so she just pulled her hair into a pony tail and rushed out the door.

  She finally got to the sociology department around 11:00. Parking was awful that morning, and she’d had to run halfway across campus to make it on time. The secretary directed her to Professor Hendricks’ office, which happened to be in a corner of the building which was abandoned except for the office she was headed for. As she knocked at the door, her heart began to race. Why am I so nervous? I’ve been to professor’s offices before, plenty of times. I can’t imagine this will be any different – I mean, I’m just going to beg him for a ‘B’ in the class, squeeze my tits together and that will be that.

  “Come in, come in,” Professor Hendricks greeted her at the door. Today, he was not wearing his normal attire. Instead, he had on only a tight fitting undershirt and his slacks. “Oh, sorry,” he explained, “I am heading to the gym after our meeting, so I was half-changed when you showed up.”

  Jamie was surprised, to say the least. Under those baggy suits, her professor was rock solid. He wasn’t a hulking man by any means, but neither was he small. She could tell that he wasn’t lying about going to the gym, though, that much was certain. His arms were larger than she’d thought and his clean-shaven chest was causing his shirt some distress. “So, what sort of grade are you looking to get out of this class?” he surprised her, and jolted her back to reality.

  “Well, Professor Hendricks, I will lose my scholarship if I don’t get at least a ‘B’ in all my classes. I would do just about anything to make sure I can keep going to school,” she answered. Jesus, he looks good. That black hair, those dark eyes…

  She was jerked back to the present when he replied again. “Well, Jamie, I can’t just give you a higher grade. That would be unfair to the other students. However, I know you’ve had some trouble lately. Are you looking to rewrite your paper, or do some extra credit?” he asked.

  “I really don’t have time for a re-write, Professor,” she said. “But I would really do just about anything to get that grade. What kind of extra credit did you have in mind?”

  “Well, if you are short on time, I think we can still arrange something. Also, if you were willing to do ‘almost’ anything for a ‘B’, what would you do for an ‘A’?” he asked.

  She had not considered this. She was terrible at haggling, especially about things that mattered so much. She considered briefly before blurting out: “well, for an ‘A’ I would do absolutely anything at all.” I cannot believe I just said that. He is going to give me some ridiculous essay and… before she could finish the thought, he shoved the books off his desk and took the chair out from under her.

  “Alright, Jamie, here is what you have to do. You have to be the professor today. Tell me everything you want me to do and I will do it. I have a hundred and eighty students this semester, and you are the only one that I think about every single night when I play with myself. I’ve dreamed of this for a long, long time.” He said, as he started to take his shirt off, and then replaced it, remembering that she was in charge.

  “I… er… are you sure?” she stammered, not quite sure what to say or to do. He just stared at her. She decided to run with it.

  “I want you to take my pony tail out, and squeeze my tits. Put your mouth on one and squeeze the other, Prof- I mean Hendricks.” She commanded.

  Dutifully, he arose in front of her from his seat on top of the desk and gently took the band off her pony tail. He brushed the nails of his other hand against her scalp and then down the length of her mousy brown hair as he did. She shivered a little bit and goose pimples popped up on the back of her arms as her nipples began to perk up. He took her left breast in his hand and squeezed the base of it while he rubbed her inflamed nipple through the stretched material of her old t-shirt a
nd her bra. She managed a tiny gasp before the warmth of his breath on the other side took her breath away completely. He massaged her, with his hand and with his mouth, for a few seconds before she got bolder.

  “Stand up, Hendricks, and take off your shirt. Then undo your belt and undo my bra. Leave my shirt on.” She demanded. She wasn’t embarrassed to show him her tits at all – they were almost perfect, she though – but she did want to torment him, since he seemed to be enjoying it anyway. She was exactly right.

  Her professor stood up and peeled his tight shirt off. Underneath he was much as she thought. His muscular arms and chest were just above a flat belly, and as he began to undo his belt, she noticed that he was clean-shaved all over. He may not know how to dress very well, but he really knows how to take care of himself where it really matters. With his belt off, his pants sagged down a bit and she could see the taper of his crotch. She was already sopping wet, but knew that her grade depended on how much Professor Hendricks enjoyed this, so she made herself go slowly. When he unfastened her bra, with only the slightest fumble, her nipples pressed hard against the cotton of her t-shirt and a low moan of appreciation escaped his full lips.

  “Suck again.” She commanded. “This time, I want you to flick your tongue back and forth while you undo your pants.”

  He obliged. This time, his breath was hotter on her nipple which was now strained against her shirt. He sucked gently at first, but as he felt her breathing become more rapid, nursed at her breast harder while he flicked his tongue back and forth, just as she demanded. He noticed that, as his hand went to unfasten his slacks that his cock had begun to thicken and press against his boxer-briefs. He managed to get his pants unbuttoned and off without taking his mouth away from her tit. He sucked harder, and pressed a hand against the crotch of her jeans before he remembered she was in charge and pulled it away.

  “No, Hendricks.” She said. “Keep sucking, the other one now, and take my pants off.” She had begun to really enjoy this change of role. He did as he was told, but added a very soft nibble as he switched breasts. She gasped lightly as he undid the button of her fly, unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over her bent knees. His breathing was becoming quicker now, and the heat of his mouth had pushed her almost past the point of controlling herself. She refused to give in though, knowing that if she blew his mind with her performance that she would get the grade she wanted so badly.

  The Professor’s ample cock had begun to press urgently against the fabric of his underwear, and she noticed that his prick was bigger than she’d imagined too, just like his biceps. He was unable to control himself and used his free hand to pull her hips toward him, grinding into her dripping pussy. She gasped again, but this time did not correct him. The grinding of his prick against her felt so good that she was afraid she was going to come already, but she couldn’t stop him. She began to rub her hips up and down him in time with his motion, and before long, she felt tingling waves fill her as her first orgasm began to shake her. She had always been able to come more than once at a time, but this was a completely different experience. Even as she moaned out her ecstasy she felt her excitement rise again. Her professor had not stopped his urgent grinding, but her small orgasm let her regain control of herself, and she demanded he stop.

  “Enough.” She said, flushed and breathing hard. As he retracted, she noticed that a small circle of pre-cum had appeared on his briefs. “Stand up and take your cock out. Put it in my mouth.” She got to her knees as he pulled the rod out of his tight, blue underwear. It was thick, as she had already noticed, but longer than she’d thought. The biggest she’d ever had in her mouth, for sure. Her ex-boyfriend had a good enough tool, but nothing like Professor Hendricks’s was. She gripped the base of his dick and pulled him toward her, leading the head between her lips. She put one hand on his firm ass and pulled his briefs down to his knees before grabbing him again and squeezing him as she ran her tongue down the underside of his prick. He shuddered when she flicked her tongue under the head, so she lingered there. With one hand, she squeezed the top of his balls gently as she rubbed the tip of her tongue back and forth. She reached back up to his ass and pulled him closer, filling her mouth completely as she kept lashing her tongue back and forth, and squeezing his balls with her free hand.

  The Professor moaned in a low voice as her mouth closed on him and she sucked earnestly. He knew that if she kept this up, he would never last more than a couple of seconds. He filled her mouth so completely though, that she had to take him out to catch her breath. When she did that, he pulled back slightly, and she lay back on the floor. “Hendricks,” she said. “I want you to push my panties to the side and fuck me as hard as you can. Leave my shirt on.” He is really into this. Maybe if I don’t let him see my perfect tits, he will let me fail the final on purpose and we can do this again.

  Exactly as he was told, he pushed her legs apart and moved aside the strip of fabric between them. Before he thrust into her though, he had to taste her. He bent his neck and ran his tongue between her lips in slow, languid movements. She had not commanded this, but wasn’t about to stop him. He gently inserted a finger into her wet mound and pressed it into her while he focused his tongue on her hooded clit. He moved his finger in slow, circular movements inside of her until she let out a throaty, heavy groan. He knew she was ready, and withdrew his hand only an instant before parting her lower lips again, this time with his thick cock still wet from her mouth. “Now, Hendricks!” she demanded, and he thrust deeply inside of her as she arched her back to meet him. The hard muscle above his crotch massaged her clit as he entered and withdrew from her in long, deep, hard strokes. As she felt her pleasure mounting, her nipples stood hard against the cotton of her shirt, and the two sources of pleasure were almost too much. “Stop!” she commanded.

  As he withdrew, she pushed him onto his back and refused to let him move. Pinning his arms down at the shoulder, she commanded him back in. He held himself straight while she lowered onto his pole. As she adjusted her hips to let him all the way in, she noticed that he was much deeper than he had been before. Concerned, perhaps, with hurting her in his urgency, he had held back an inch or two before. Now that she was in control, he could do no such thing. She grunted loudly as she raised herself up on him and then slammed down, filling herself with his rock hard cock. The first two strokes were very, very deep and did hurt just a bit, but she loved the feeling of him inside of her and did not stop. She pressed down onto him and commanded him to rub her clit. As his hand went to her, she reached behind herself and returned to massaging his smooth, round balls one at a time. Harder and faster they moved in time with one another, her pounding up and down on his delicious cock, and he rubbing at her inflamed clit. She felt her orgasm come on again, this time she knew it was going to be the most intense she’d ever felt, and she didn’t try to stop it, or him.

  “I can’t hold it anymore,” the professor said in between quickened breaths. “Don’t,” she commanded, “fill me up with your come, fill me up!” As the muscles of his arms and his neck tensed and she felt him explode within her, Jamie ground down onto him as hard as she could, and moaned low at first, and then began to gasp as her pussy gripped his cock and she erupted into waves of pleasure so powerful that she shuddered and shook. As her orgasm subsided, she withdrew his cock from her soaked sex and stood up, slowly.

  “Pull my pants back up, but keep yours off.” She commanded. She watched as her juice glistened on his heavy prick in the small slivers of sunlight coming through the office window. He pushed the jeans back over her still-quivering knees, and lifted her easily to slide them under her. He then zipped and buttoned her pants and she sat up.

  “What about your bra?” He asked. “No. Turn around.” If I can keep him from seeing my tits, I can do this at least one more time – he won’t be able to resist. “I will put it back on myself. You can’t watch.” He turned, and she replaced her bra. Jamie then allowed him to put his clothes back on as she gathered her t
hings to leave.

  “Was that worth a ‘B’?” she asked. “Oh, I think so.” Professor Hendricks replied. “Although, you might not do as well on the final as you hope to, either.”

  “That is really too bad. Maybe we can work something out? I’d like to get as high a grade as possible, after all.” She said. “For sure, we can. You have a great work ethic. I’m sure things will work out just fine. And anyway, I have to see the rest of that perfect body of yours.” He answered.

  Jamie smiled and knew her plan had worked perfectly. As she turned to leave, Professor Hendricks called after her in his husky, deep voice. “Oh, one more thing – you still have to call me Professor Hendricks in class.”

  “Oh, I think we can work something out.” Jamie said as she closed the door behind her.

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