Continued from Passing Exams, Part 2...
After the "education" from my well-hung roommate, I knew I was almost ready.
First, I got a container of lube. My roommate was smart and prepared for me, but I would need one to carry around. Also, I got a larger butt-plug. My ass was sore for several days after the thorough fucking from my well-hung roommate, and while it was incredibly enjoyable, I wasn't sure on the size of Professor Kafadar's dick and wanted to prevent any problems. Lastly, I carefully measured my body and ordered a full outfit; skirt, sexy shirt, small wedge shoes, black lacy panties, small lacy bra (even though I'm "flat-chested"), and a blonde slightly curly hair wig. Some makeup as well.
Once everything arrived, I tried it on. A few online tutorials on makeup and some practice, putting on all the cloths and looking in the mirror, I was completely unrecognizable and very attractive. Standing at 5 and a half feet tall, slender build, and full makeup and blonde hair, I very much looked like a very attractive college girl. Walking around the apartment with the wedge shoes and butt-plug made me feel very feminine and sexy.
"What a shame Steve isn't here to see this," I thought, regretting that my roommate had to leave town for a while before any of my new outfits got here.
Mustering my courage, I emailed Professor Kafadar to schedule a meeting to discuss my grades. I was lucky, he had an open schedule the next day. Knowing the last office hours he had were from 5pm to 6, I scheduled for that time.
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The next day, at the scheduled time, I arrive to the entrance of the building where my Kafadar's office was located. Fully decked out in my full outfit and makeup, I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
The secretary at the front desk barely looked up from her desk where she was gathering her things. "Oh good, you're on time. Head on back." she nodded to the backroom. "I'M LEAVING KAFADAR" She yelled over her shoulder, startling me.
"That's fortunate", I thought, heading towards the back office and hearing the front door shut behind the secretary leaving for the day. I hadn't considered other people in the building, but now it really looked deserted. "Friday evening, I suppose very few people are here at all" I muttered.
Moving into the back office, I knocked on the door, where I heard "Come on in" from a professor I'd only seen and heard a handful of times.
With my heart fluttering, I pushed through the door and walked in. Kafadar was a heavy-set man of Middle-Eastern descent (but I couldn't remember where), flawless English, and was well-dressed in a nice suit. "Come in, come in" he waved "have a seat and we'll get started" and pointed to the chair in front of his large desk.
The office was large, a mix of library with shelfs of books lining the wall, and lounge with a few comfortable lounge chairs and a small couch off to one side. It was clear this was a place he took much pride in and spent much of his time.
Sitting down in the chair as directed, he sat down as well. "You've changed" he casually said, catching me off-guard. "You recognize me?!" I gasped, a little disappointed in myself.
"Of course, although you have certainly made, adjustments, to your old look" he hesitantly said, obviously trying to be careful with his words. "Anyway, what do you need today?"
I took a deep breath, doing my best to keep my thoughts together while talking probably too fast; "Well Dr. Kafadar, I know you're not happy with my academics. I rarely attend class, rarely turn in homework, and the last few exams have not been great." I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes, which were wandering over my body. "I really need to pass this class."
Pulling out his gradebook and tearing his eyes away from me, he gulped a bit before saying "Well this isn't so good. You would without a doubt not pass this class without an 'A' on this last exam. You'll need help to make that happen, though" he said, with a small smile and a glint in his eye.
"Tell you what," he said, closing the gradebook, "I'm a nice guy, so let's see if we can work on getting you that 'A' that you need."
"Oh that would be great Dr. Kafadar, I would do ANYTHING for that 'A'" I said, as suggestively as I could muster. I really was hoping he was getting my hints.
"You know what, I think I know exactly what we can do to get your grades up" he smirked from behind his desk.
"Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?" I purred, knowing the direction this was going.
"Well come over here and I'll tell you", he replied.
I stood up and walked over to his side of the desk, wiggling my hips a bit to emphasize my ass.
Standing in front of him, I could smell his musky cologne. He looked me up and down, and gently lifted up my skirt a bit. Seeing my bulge in my lacy panties, he looked up to me with lust in his eyes.
"Yes, I think we can definitely work something out. Extra credit and so on" he said, still drinking me in with his eyes. Starting to get excited myself, and moaned a bit as he pulled the skirt and panties down.
"Lets work out some of the details." I purred, kneeing down in front of him. "I really need to pass this class" I said, slowly undoing his belt. "Is there anything I can do for you in return?" as I unbuttoned his dress slacks.
Kafadar just sat in his chair, breathing even more quickly now. As I was in between his legs, I could smell his musky aroma as I unzipped his pants. I NEEDED to taste his cock; the desire clouded my brain. I leaned in, pressing my nose to his boxers and nuzzled his groin. The heat radiated through and warmed my face, and the mass underneath pulsed and throbbed to me rubbing the outside of his underwear.
"Perhaps if I do you a favor, you can do something for me?" I purred, pulling the pants down the rest of the way. "Let's see if there is any work I can do for you" and I finally pulled his underwear down, reached in, and pulled out his cock.
Neatly shaved, Kafadar's cock was thick! At least two inches across, and his wasn't even fully hard! Not as long as my roommate, but the thickness reminded me of a beer can, and I suddenly had doubts about my skill to handle a dick this massively wide. The head looked like it was the size of a large plum! In awe, I tried putting one of my hands around it, and if I squeezed a bit my fingers could just about touch.
"Oh, that's feels amazing," Kafadar panted, "I think, if you handle this big assignment, you'll definitely pass your class. What do you think, cutie? Think you can handle it?"
His agreement was perfect, better than I had hoped. Now, I just needed to put all that practice to work on this freakishly thick cock.
I nodded, "Just leave it all to me."
I started cupping his balls while holding his shaft. "Even these are massive," I thought, barely able to hold both of his testicles in my hand. I hefted the massive meat up to my mouth and planted my lips on the tip of his head. It pulsed again and he groaned in pleasure, the shaft throbbing in my hand.
Encouraged by this, I moved forward and took him into my mouth, tasting the light sweat of his cockhead. I slid my lips further, shoving more of his meat into my face.
Hitting the top and bottom of my mouth, I couldn't take more than half of his shaft into my mouth, but that wasn't going to stop me from getting that 'A'! Relaxing my jaw as best I could, I bobbed onto his cock as it continued to grow, egged on by his groans of pleasure. With my right hand, I fondled his big, warm balls and pumped on the rest of his shaft that I couldn't fit in my mouth.
"Gooood girrrrl" he growled. He had started to pull my head into him with his hands and thrust toward me with his hips. "GGGLLLLLLLGGGGGGG!!" I loudly gagged on his thick cock hitting the back of my throat.
