Extra Credit

Extra Credit Extra Credit

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

She needs extra credit for screwing up all the time. Will her professor be willing to give it to her? Hope my extra credit is up to Professor SW's standards;)

Summary

She needs extra credit for screwing up all the time. Will her professor be willing to give it to her?

Hope my extra credit is up to Professor SW's standards;)

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Submitted: July 15, 2016

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Content

Submitted: July 15, 2016

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She was late again for her first class. The Professor already doesn't like her and being late sure doesn't help things. This has to be the sixth time in two weeks that she has been late. She can't help that where she works the late night shift takes longer to clean up than the early shift. But she can't really tell her professor where exactly that is. One would say that she was embarrassed. Turning the door knob slowly, as if not to be heard, therefore not seen, she enters the large classroom. Of course, the professor stops mid-sentence and turns towards the door. 

"Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence." He seems mildly pissed. "You would think that after being tardy so many times you would have just dropped the class, but instead you continue to interrupt my lecture and learning for everyone else." Okay, he might be more than mildly pissed. 

"Professor, I'm really sorry. I am, really." She pleads with him, but his facial expression sets the tone for this short lived talk. 

"Leave now so I can get on with class. You know, the one's who show promise and dedication." He was kicking her out! She just stood there with a dumbfounded look on her face. "I said leave! Now!" 

"Sir, if you would just let me explain... in private, I'm sure we could work this out." She was now pleading for any lifeline. She needed this class for her degree, it was a requirement. "Just five minutes and this can all be explained." 

"Why don't you just enlighten the whole class seeing as now you have wasted all of our time?" He can't be serious, can he? She was embarrassed enough that this has happened and then to explain to the whole class, not going to happen. 

"I would prefer to speak in private, sir."  

"Oh, now don't tell me you've become shy? I've heard where you work shyness is not a qualification." The whole class was laughing. It's not like she ever took the stage, she was just a cocktail waitress. He must have seen the mortified look on her face when he said that and realized he overstepped because he took her by the elbow and walked her to the door. "Miss Bae, I apologize for that crude remark, but you have wasted much of our time. Please meet me in my office at three this afternoon so we can discuss and come up with a solution." 

"Thank you sir, but I have another class at that time and then I leave straight for work after." Her eyes began to water, but she refused to shed any tears and give that man anything else he could use against her. 

"My office, seven tomorrow morning. I'm sure that it will be okay for you to talk about this on a Saturday." He turns back towards the class and starts his lecture again. 

After leaving his class, she went to the school promenades coffee shop and got herself some hot chocolate. Brooding over her cup of hot chocolate, she started to think of her professor. She knew he was beyond pissed and that he didn't care for, but that didn't change the fact that she thought he was hot. Instead of deciding on how she wanted to explain her situation to him, she couldn't help but daydream about him. 

The professor had whisky-brown eyes and almost black hair with some salt on the sides. He was an older gentleman, but she always liked the older ones. They had more character and were definitely more wise in all areas. He might not have the most tone body, but he didn't have a beer belly either. He was just right. When she was in class, she fantasized about running her fingers through his chest hair. His top two buttons were always undone, so she could see that he was lightly dusted. She bet it was nice and soft too. He had to have noticed her ogling him a few times, and she was pretty sure she watched him check her out. She wasn't anything exciting to look at, but she was decent. She had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and a slim, but toned body. She might not have had the biggest rack, but her B cup size was quite firm and she was told very delicious. After noticing the time she went to her next class. 

Again, clean up took longer than needed so she was running late. She didn't leave The After Hours until after six and she needed to be at her professors office at seven. Zooming in and out of cars on the road and breaking more than enough traffic violations, she glanced down and saw that she never changed out of her uniform. If she couldn't get any less embarrassed, she knew her professor would have the wrong idea. She was wearing a short cropped ribbed button up top that had a raw edge and higher rise at the bust, with no bra. The shirt was accompanied with her version of a naughty schoolgirl black and red plaid skirt. It was pleated with a faux leather waistband accented by two functioning buckles. This was complete with sexy lace top thigh highs and black stilettos. Talk about the wrong impression. And she didn't have a coat to cover up in. Doomed. Favors for an A grade was not her thing. 

Thank goodness his office was in the back and she could park in the rear lot. Not that anyone would be around this early, she hoped, but it was better than walking through the front and taking the chance of anyone here to see her. Quickly gathering her courage, cause pride was out the window, she hopped out of her car and ran to his building. Three past seven wasn't bad, but he would still make a comment. She was about to knock on his door when he opened it right up. 

Looking straight into her professors lust and desired filled eyes, gave her some answers to questions she always wondered. He clearly liked what he saw. Clearing her throat, she began to apologize for her attire and being a few minutes late. Silence. He just stood there, staring. And it was the jaw opened, breathing heavy kind of stare. "Professor. Professor, did you hear me?" 

"Uh... yeah, sorry. Please come in Miss Bae." A little shaky, but he managed to usher her in and close the door behind her. She was about to sit down when he asked her not to. "What exactly are you saying with this outfit Miss Bae? Do you think you can offer me sexual favors as an apology and all will be right? I will have you kn-" 

"Professor please. Have a little more respect for me." Anger was very much in that plea. "I just got off work and didn't have a chance to change because I would have been really late to this meeting. I am truly sorry for this." Okay, a little less angry now. He stepped closer to her and she backed up. He stepped closer again. 

"Miss Bae, or can I call you Stephanie? I have respect for you and I do understand that your job has been an obstacle, but you need to get your priorities straight. There is some extra credit I am willing to give you. Write a five page essay on... One's needs and urges." 

"Stephanie would be fine, but can you please not come any closer.... pp.... personal space and all." Her nerves were on high alert, but the tingling sensation between her thighs overpowered her nerves. She was turned on by this sudden primal look he got. She wasn't sure if he was toying with her or not, but her fantasies were taking up front and center of her mind. Maybe this meeting was going to be better than she thought. "What exactly did you have in mind Professor?" She reached forward and brushed her hand along his arm. 

"Stephanie. Don't get me wrong, you are very attractive, but this is unethical. I don't think you want me to lose my job for acting on the urges you bring out of me." He was a breaths hair away from her face. 

"I would never want to be the reason for anyone to lose their job, sir. But maybe... if you just have a seat... you wouldn't... um... no ethics on your part … would be tainted. I mean... I... um..." Nerves, who needs them, right? She can do this. He wants her and she knows it now. He couldn't have said it more clearer. Urges. Wow! "I'm willing to give you an idea of what I would write for you." Shaky desire filled nerves now. "Just so you could let me know what you think, of course." He is so hot! 

He steps back, turns, and goes to sit down at his desk chair. Turning to the side, he motions for her to come to him. So she does. Her nipples were very defined in the tight shirt she was wearing and he took notice. Etching closer to him, she widened her stance. Slowly, she bends down to her side to adjust her thigh highs. Not satisfied she goes all the way down to her feet, pretending to adjust her shoes now. Her skirt was so short that when she bent over it allows him to see that she's not wearing any panties. Not just no panties, but a smooth and clean shaven flower. She was already wet, so her flower glistened in the light from his office lamp. 

He grabs her by the waist and pulls her down on his lap. She could feel the hard rigid bulge beneath his pants rub against her slick pussy. She wraps her hands around his neck and leans forward to lick his cheek. He lets out a groan and tries to kiss her. She pulled back. "No no Professor. Not yet. Don't you want me to tell you all about my idea for this essay." She begins to undo the buttons of her shirt. All four of them. His hands come up to her, but don't touch. He was waiting for permission. She nods. He slowly pulls the shirt off one shoulder than the other, letting it fall to her elbows.  

"Small, firm, and look at those rose colored nipples. I could suck them right up," he whispers to her. She let the shirt fall all the way to the floor and leaned forward. Arching her back, she gave him the okay to suck away. He did. Like a savage beast feasting on his meal, he took her nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting hard. She moaned 'Professor' and he did the same to her other nipple. While he was kneading one breast and devouring the other, she leaned into him and whispered in his ear. 

"Do you like the feel of them inside your mouth Professor?" He groaned again. "Do you like the feel of my soaking wet pussy grinding up and down your covered cock?" Another groan and he bit a little harder. "Oh yes, Professor. Just like that." He switches to the other. "Professor, I can feel your urge. Would you like me to take that cock out and squeeze it? I could do it right now. Slide my hand from the tip of the head all the way to base and back up. Several times, sir." He pulled his mouth away from her breast and looked up into her eyes. They weren't blue anymore, but black with lust. 

Still whispering in his ear she continued. "Professor, I could take you into my mouth like you so graciously did me. I could take my tongue and lick all over your cock and then your balls. I bet you would like that." She began to grind against his cock harder and faster. "I have needs too sir, follow my fingers with those whisky eyes." She sucks on her fingers and then drags them down her body. Starting from her neck, her collarbone, then circling around her small mounds. She squeezes hard on her nipples, and then down, down, down she went. Stopping just before her drenched flower, she whispers again. 

"Like the view Professor? 

"Love it." He raised his head and saw the flush on her cheeks. "Best damn view I've ever seen in the whole damn world." 

"Allow me to add more for your viewing pleasure..... let me just start her." She brought her fingers back into her mouth and sucked hard. She could feel his cock twitch with excitement. Her breasts quivered as her breathing picked up speed. She now brought her fingers to her flower and circled the nerve filled bud. Pressing against it every couple of turns. She began to move faster. With her other hand she reached between them and unzipped his trousers. Looks like he wasn't wearing any underwear either because his cock sprang free without resistance. "I intend to come, Professor. Is that something you would like?"  

"Oh fuck yes Stephanie. Come for me baby. Get me wet with your juices." He began to pant. "I can smell your arousal. Fuck. Come for me." She continued to touch herself. With her other hand, she slipped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock. She squeezed. They both gasped for air. She loosened her grip and tightened it again. They were both moments away from climaxing. Faster motions around her clit, she began to spasm. She let out a soft cry, no louder than a crickets chirp. She threw her head back and shook and cried out until her orgasm was over. 

When she brought her head forward, he gripped her waist and lifted her up just enough. He then slammed her down on his hard cock. She cried out again. He thrusts up and then down several times while she tries to catch her breath.  

"Oh Professor. I'm so wet for you, so hot... so ready for another orgasm." She drew in a small breath and he slowed down, looking right at her. 

"Maybe you should watch my cock tear your sweet little pussy up. Would you, Stephanie, like that?" She was silent. More shocked at his question than anything. "I'm waiting, but not for long. It's my turn to fuck you and come." 

She looks down and smiles. Loving the sight before her she began to move up and down his cock. "I need you to tear my pussy up, Professor. I need this class. I need you to allow me to stay in this class. I want to come again" Slow and steady movements on his cock, now. "I will fuck you everyday of this semester and the next. Only you can make this happen. You hold the power over my degree." 

He slams her down again on his cock and fucks her hard. The friction of his cock, the rhythm of his strokes, and the press of his fingers on her hips, drove him deeper with each thrust. She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back. With a moan and then a scream, her orgasm flowed over her. He thrusts one more time and follows her.  

"I think you have a good understanding on one's needs and urges. Turn this into to a five page essay and you can stay. But right now... stand up, face my desk, and bend overNOW!"


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