Shreya Earns Some "extra Credit"

I looked down at my phone and back up at the room number.

724. Yep, this is the right place.

I opened the door and stepped into a refreshing air conditioned classroom, escaping the Southern California heat. My mind quickly snapped back to the task at hand; I had to somehow convince my professor to give me some kind of extra credit assignments to boost my grade.

I was never the brightest student in a conventional sense, but I'd taken a liking to the arts and fashion design and decided that this would be the direction of my future studies. Regardless, I was required to take chemistry as a general education course and there was no way for me to skip it. My academic shortcomings effectively caused my grade to tank from day one. If I could just earn some extra points I'd be able to barely pass the class, which was fine by me.

My only hope was that he would be sympathetic towards a flirtatiously dressed college teen. I had intentionally put on a baby pink tube top, which was a size too small and caused the perfect amount of my perky breasts to pour out at the top. I didn't wear a bra for obvious reasons. A matching pink thong under a pair of denim shorts shorts completed the outfit and during the summer months was not uncommon for girls to wear. My smooth, brown, South Asian skin was glowing in the sunlight, making my waist look particularly enticing. As a nice little finishing touch my silky black hair was in a messy bun, making my petite 5' 6" body hard to resist.

My professor, Mr. Stewart, stood up from his desk. "Come in, come in. Sit down. You must be Shreya. You emailed about your current... predicament, correct?"

"Yes, sir... I hope I've been clear about how desperate I am to pass this class. If I don't, I'll probably be expelled..."

"Look, I understand your plight, but this is UCLA. Our students are the best of the best. I can't give you a grade you don't deserve, especially if your lack of education would harm others in the future."

I pouted. "With all due respect professor, I'm majoring in fashion design. As interesting as chemistry is, I don't think it's very important for my field."

He paused to think. "Well... you do make a fair point at that..." I watched as he slowly eyed me up and down, taking in my physical features. "So, tell me. What do you think you could do to earn some extra points?"

Is he falling for me? It'd be real bad if I read the situation wrong...

"Mr. Stewart, I'm not entirely sure myself. But, I'm willing to do

anything

to earn some extra points."

He blushed bright red in shock. "Shreya, I'm not sure that I understand you completely."

Well, this is it. There won't be any turning back now.

I seductively looked down at my tits, grabbing the hem of my tube top with my hand and slowly pulling downwards. I heard Mr. Stewart audibly gasp as my tits broke free. My soft brown nipples quickly hardened under the scrutiny of a man.

"Oh, honey. I hope you're willing to go the extra mile to earn those points."

"Mr. Stewart, don't you worry." I winked at him. "I'll go more than just a few extra miles for you."

"Sweetheart, that's exactly what I want to hear. And call me Kevin from now on."

I stood up and pulled my top off which undid my bun, causing my hair to cascade down my body. I slowly turned around and unbuttoned my shorts, slowly pulling them down. I could hear him unzipping his pants and taking off his pants as well, along with his dress shirt. I made sure to bend over as I took my shorts off, which gave Kevin an excellent view of my now wet pussy. I had to peel my thong off my moist lips, causing tantalizing strands of moisture to stretch from my slit to the thong as I pulled. I could hear Kevin groan in anticipation behind me. "Oh, Shreya. Your pussy is begging for my cock, isn't it."

"Ugh, you have no idea..." I gave him a sultry look and took in his body. I was 19 and he was easily more than twice my age. He had a signature dad bod with plenty of hair on everywhere on his body, except his cock. It stood erect and was not special for its average length, but for its large girth and veiny texture. I bit my lower lip as I was overcome by lust.

I crawled to him on all fours, looking up with doe eyes. I got up onto my knees and places my hands on his lap, making eye contact with his cock, which was now leaking copious amounts of precum. Without any hesitation I took him into my mouth, slowly at first and savoring the his taste. He gently places one of his burly hands on my head, resting it there as I slowly bobbed up and down. I could hear his groans and felt his cum boiling in his cock, which only served to make me even more aroused than I already was.

I bobbed my head on his dick vigorously, determined to earn my extra credit. It wasn't long until I felt his cock suddenly pulse, signaling that he was about to cum. I pushed my face down until my chin was resting on his balls and felt him shoot his thick load down my throat.

He sat in awe as he tried to catch his breath. "Shreya, you're such a good girl. I haven't came like that in a long time."

I released his member from my mouth and grinned. "I'm glad you've had a good time, Kevin."

"Sweetheart, I'm not done yet." I looked down in shock as I just noticed that he was still hard. He leaned down and grabbed me by my waist, lifting me up onto his lap while facing him. I lifted my ass up as he guided his dick in me with one hand and held me tightly with the other.

My warm cunt wrapped itself around his cock tightly as he slowly pushed into me. I closed my eyes, reveling in the addictive full feeling that was getting greater every second. With his balls pressed up against my asshole, he was only waiting my body to adjust to his massive girth before beginning his assault on my womanhood.

He noticed my now labored breathing as we sat in silence. "Baby, you're already out of breath. Are you doing okay?"

I mustered up whatever response I could give. "Ya... I... I....

fuck

you feel s-so... so fucking good..." I leaned forward to nuzzle my head on his shoulders, which caused his dick to change angles inside my pussy. I moaned loudly, as a rush of my warm liquids coated his cock.

His hand, which was resting my ass, firmly grasped a cheek as he began to move under me. I involuntarily started bucking my hips in an effort to ride him, letting out satisfied squeals as he dug deep into my cunt.

Every stroke, his cock rubbed and pressed against my g-spot. Surges of pleasure rippled through me as I became overcome with lust for this man.

I'm not on the pill! And he's absolutely ploughing my cunt right now... but it feels so good... ugh... I should ask him to... pull... pull out... Ah Fuck!

"Fuck, Kevin! I'm cumming!" I screamed, shaking and squirting uncontrollably as he held me steady with his tight grip. His relentless assault on my teenage body did not stop even for a second. He kept pounding right through my orgasm. I was in heaven.

Mindlessly I rode him for what seemed like hours. I couldn't get enough of his cock. I didn't care that I wasn't on the pill. I didn't care that he was rawdogging me. And I certainly didn't care about the questionable situation that led to all this. All that mattered was that he was dominating my pussy and I was gonna pass his class because of it.

I felt him grunting and pulling me down tightly onto his lap. His cock exploded inside me, pumping load after load of his seed into my fertile womanhood. We sat there together, his cum dribbling out me, bodies stuck together in a sweaty mess, and me fallen limp against him.

He kissed me on my neck, and caressed my back. "You've been such a good student today, Shreya. I promise that you'll pass my class with no problems."

"Ah, thank you so much, Mr. Stewart." I gave him a peck on his cheek. "I really had fun today."

After cleaning up a little bit and getting dressed again, we exchanged numbers for any

extra-curricular

activities we might want to engage in the future. I waved Kevin goodbye and started walking to the pharmacy to get some plan B. I had a spring in my step as I was happy to have accomplished what I set out to do today and I would be able to continue pursuing my dreams as a fashion designer.