So I failed the final. Shit. Professor Marcus offered me a make-up exam at 7am Monday. I woke up at 9am. Shit.
Tearing through my dirty clothes, I couldn't find my bra or panties. So I slipped on a tiny t-shirt, tight gym shorts, and an oversized sweatshirt. I raced out with my boobs bouncing and my nipples growing hard. And as I ran, the damn gym shorts kept wedging into my twat lips. Dammit.
Reaching his office, I tied my hair into a messy ponytail, unwedged my cunt, and opened the door. Professor Marcus smacked the desk. "Young lady, you are two hours late...and what is that awful smell?"
"Oh sorry sir, last night I spilled bong water on my sweatshirt."
He frowned. "Let's get that filthy thing off." The professor yanked off my sweatshirt, and I felt naked in my skimpy top and super-tight shorts. He looked me up and down. "Ms. Vanessa where are your shoes?"
"I-I couldn't find them..."
"Or your bra. Your nipples poke out like they're frozen." His eyes moved to my shorts. "Missy, your puffy camel-toe is showing...with a juicy wet spot. Not wearing panties?"
"...nope." My face burned. "Um sir... can I still take the test?"
"Ha! You come in her flaunting your plump tits and luscious cunt you little slut. I know you're trying to fuck your way to an 'A.'"
"I'd never do that! I'M NOT A SLUT!"
Marcus rubbed his zipper lump. "If you're not a slut then why do I have a massive boner?" He rubbed the bulge in his crotch. "My prick's so hard it could pound nails. Thanks for trying to seduce me.."
"Oh my gosh... sir...I...I didn't...no... I didn't mean to...Oh...I better leave..."
"And forget about passing the test? Ms. Vanessa how do you expect to graduate?" I shook my head and my tits bounced. His bulge grew. "Sir, I-I better leave now."
"Young lady the only class you're passing is Slut 101."
He grabbed my boobs. I pushed his hands away and of course he groped between my legs. "Stop! I'm not like that."
I jumped back and ran to the door. The perv professor caught me and yanked my gym shorts down and off. The jerk laughed. "Girl, stop showing your shaved pussy in public!"
"I'M NOT!"
He lifted me in his arms, with my naked twat right below his chin. He kissed it. Oh gawd that turned me on. Back in the room he pulled off my T-shirt, and I blushed as he stared at my naked body. "Young lady that's a body built to fuck." His big groped my tits, squeezing them and twisting my nipples until they were hard as bullets
"Vanessa sweetie, I have a special test for you."
I figured the special test involved screwing...or I hoped it did. But I still tried to resist, even though my pussy dripped like crazy. Marcus's stiff prick rubbed my cunt, and my legs instinctively spread.
"Oh, Nessa you're wet as a fountain. You want it, don't you Vanessa? Slut girl, tell me how bad you want it." He slipped a finger inside me, making me squirm and quiver.
"Stop. I told you I'm not that kind of girl!"
"Then tell me what kind of girl you are." Being naked in the professor's office... with his finger in my wet pussy... moaning as I humped his hand... 'How could I deny what I was?'
"Sir, I'm a slut..." my pussy tingled. "A skanky slut."
"And what do sluts eat?"
"...cocks?"
"Correct." He pushed me to my knees. The professor pulled out his prick. Of course he had a fat-as-fuck, throat-choking cock. I flicked my tongue over the knob, licking his pee hole before taking his shaft into my mouth. I was born to suck.
He squeezed my tits and I sucked eagerly, kissing and lapping his shaft. My mouth nibbled on his hairy balls as my tongue swirled around them. I gave his fat dick my A-game head, looking up as I sucked.
"Deeper Vanessa...deepthroat it." Holding my breath, I took his thick pole into my throat and gagged. Marcus grabbed my hair, thrusting his cock-meat to my frikin' tonsils.
