*Special thanks to Jet for the wonderful job editing!!*
I shouldn't have to take this class. I don't need to know how to do math to be a writer. I am not in college to learn why "a=1" or some other crazy shit. On top of that I know Professor Slip doesn't like me. He is always picking on me and asking me the hard questions he knows I won't know the answer to. Now he wants to see me in his office and discuss my failing grade. So here I am outside his office. I didn't even get a chance to change out of this ridiculous uniform, which would be fine if it didn't make me look like a gothic school girl. Which would also be fine if it wasn't like I was the only one who looked like this, but it is seriously like children of the corn around here. Everyone is blonde haired blue eyed and boring.
"Excuse me, Dawn, would you like to come back to this plane of existence and step into my office?" Professor Slips voice snapped from the doorway.
"Sorry Professor." I started
"You know what Dawn, I would prefer if you started calling me sir from now on. You would do well if I taught you some respect as well as math." he snapped.
He had smoothly ushered a shocked me into his office and closed the door. Oddly, I heard the lock snap into place after him.
"Why do you seem to hate me so much? I try very hard in your class. I just don't get it. And class tends to be distracting at times." I trailed off. I knew I was blushing. The distraction in class was him. I think I get off on his cruelty.
"Your mind sure does wander a lot doesn't it?" he snapped.
"Sorry. Look, you wanted to see me about helping me pass your class. So what do I have to do to pass your class, sir?" I asked demandingly. In and of itself, this question seemed innocent. I thought it was, but the smile that slowly crept across his appealing lips made me think otherwise.
"Well that, little one, is entirely up to how well you can listen, follow instructions, and please me. I am curious though; do I distract you so much that you can't do basic algebra?" The smile that spread across his face was wicked and beautiful all at once. I was blushing again. I could feel the heat rising all over my face. There was also another heat forming, but this one was growing between my legs. The way he was looking at me was melting my defenses.
"You are very distracting. You have a great body and a handsome face, but you are always so mean to me. Which is worse, because that just makes me want you more!" I stammered.
He had stepped forward then and reached out to cup my breast. He squeezed ever so gently at first, his fingers finding my erect nipple quickly thru my thin black dress shirt. He gave it a hard squeeze and then let go completely.
"I find you just as distracting. You don't look like you belong here. You aren't just another blonde idiot whose mommy and daddy paid enough money to get in here. You are smart. I feel like you could be a mental equal, minus the math of course. The fact that you are always made to wear that uniform. That skimpy little plaid skirt. That tight black blouse, taught against your luscious tits. The worst is your damn lips. Not only do you have a labret piercing, but it's a hoop. Goes well with your tongue ring. Top that off with those red "fuck me" lips and you make for a very distracting student."
With that he pulled me to him and kissed me passionately enough to make me tingle. I felt limp and weak against him. He was the most intoxicating man I had ever met. All I wanted was to please this man. To explore every inch of his body. He pulled away suddenly and I almost fell over. I had practically melted into his arms, and now he was pulling away. That wicked grin had appeared on his face once again.
"Now about your grade, you are just plain no good at math. Basic math you can do, throw a letter into the equation and you are lost completely. But you aren't in school to be a math major. You are my artist, my writer. I have read some of the stories you post online. They are very naughty, but very good. Don't look so embarrassed and surprised. I check into what I like, and you I like. That being said, I say we see if there is anything else you are good at." He smiled again.
"I am good at lots of things. What would you like to test me on?" I was the coy one this time. He had read my stories. That means he knew, or thought he knew what I was like. What I enjoyed.
"I was thinking a two part exam. The first part will be a full oral exam. The second will be more of an obedience test." He said as he lessened the distance between us. There wasn't much to start with and now there was none.
"I think I am up for both types of test. When would these tests be given?" I asked.
I felt like an electric current was running through me. I didn't want to know he wanted this only to have to wait. He raised his left hand and gently ran his pointer finger across my lower lip. I opened my mouth slightly and flicked my tongue against the tip of his finger. He shivered ever so slightly, and then the wicked, deviant smile crossed his face again. He put both hands firmly on my shoulders and shoved me to my knees. I looked up at him, my big brown eyes full of shock and anticipation.
"Ah little one, you do have beautiful eyes. They look good looking up at me from your position there on the floor. Don't look surprised though. I know you like being treated rough. I intend to be gentle at first. Wouldn't want to break my new toy just yet." He laughed. "Now, I want you to undo and remove my pants." I immediately did as told, dropping my eyes from his "Oh, you are a good little pet aren't you? Now I want you to take my cock out and show me what those big lips can do"
I slowly eased down his boxers, exposing his already hard cock. Once released of its confines, his cock was mind blowing. It had already grown quite long and thick, and there was still plenty of room to grow. The sight of it started the juices flowing faster in my pussy. Good thing I had put on panties today or there would be a puddle between my legs. I reached my hand up and gently wrapped it around his cock, giving it just a light squeeze at first; one deep stroke all the way to the base and then back up and over the tip.