Make Up Test With Professor Marcus

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.

His shaft swelled, ready to spew. Marcus pulled on my ponytail, and I sucked harder. My fingernails tugged on his swollen balls... and they burst! "UGGH!" He held my head as cum gushed out, flooding my throat. My eyes teared as I choked and swallowed load after load of sticky goo.

After that last spurt, I pulled away panting and punched his knee. "Dammit dude, you spewed TOO MUCH CUM!" I wiped my cummy lips on his shirt." Are we done with the test?"

"Nope."

"Hmm, now Nessa what do all sluts need?" He lifted me to his desk. I was nervous but quivering cunt wanted to be his fuck toy-- screwed and abused. Marcus groped my naked boobs, then manhandled my naked pussy.

"Please, sir. Please stop..." His big mouth sucked my tits, chewing my nipples.

"Slut, you want this." I felt his thick knob pressing against my slit. "Vanessa what's your cunt begging for?"

"...cock."

"Correct." I whimpered as he spread my legs wide, rubbing his boner along my slit... "Nessa, you're a fine piece of young pussy."

He stabbed in. "Ouch!" My body squirmed against his invading prick. The professor punched in deeper and harder.... screwing me like a piece of fuck-meat...and I loved it! I met his thrusts with my wild pussy tugging on his shaft.

I hissed, "Fuck me hard. Deeper! Fuck me! Screw my cunt!" I was made for cock. Marcus fucked me so hard the desk creaked...My pussy tingled then my back jolted up. "Oh, god! Yes...I'm cumming!"

"Quiet girl." The professor stuffed his fingers into my mouth. His fingers tasted like pussy. My pussy.

My body trembled, still climaxing on the fat prick crammed in my cunt. Marcus grabbed my tits, sucking my hard nips as he pounded my pussy. With a hard plunge his head flew back as his prick erupted, filling me with gobs jism.

He pulled his cock out with a pop. I collapsed on his desk convulsing like a well fucked slut-- then jumped when his finger shoved up my asshole. "What are you doing sir?"

"Vanessa your ass is so tight. And what's you're tight anus begging for?"

"NOTHING!" I tried to squirm off the desk.

"Wrong Vanessa. I'll show you the correct answer." Grabbing my ponytail he pulled me back. "Now get into position." Like a good slut I bent over the desk with my butt up. And he slapped it.

"OUCH!"

"Do bad girls need spanked?"

"Yes...oh yes. And assfucked!"

"Correct."

He whacked my ass until it glowed red, and my pussy juice puddled on his desk. The damn spanking turned me on. Feeling like a butt slut, I opened my asscheeks for his pleasure.

"Oh, yes, that's it. Good girl. Take your assfucking like a good slut." The professor shoved his magnificent boner up my poor little asshole.

I felt so Dirty. So Used. So Slutty. SO ME!

After a long, ass-splitting fuck, Marcus wiped his prick on my sweatshirt. "Congrats Vanessa, you passed the test -the HARD WAY." He laughed. "Girl you make my prick so hard I'm gonna call you Viagra Vanessa."

"Please don't."

He shoved my gym shorts into his pocket. Probably to jerk off.

I did the walk of shame back to the dorm, with my hair messed up and cum stains on my sweatshirt. Plus I had to hold the sweatshirt down to hide my naked twat. My pussy and ass burned...and I felt a line of cum running down my leg. Shit.

Just then an SUV pulled up. Big Tommy yelled out the window. "Hey Nessa, you look damn sexy. Hey wanna go out for pizza and beer later?"

My sore pussy tingled at the thought of this muscular guy between my legs... humping away with his strong thighs.

"Sure, that'll be great." Letting go of the sweatshirt I gave him a pussy peek, then hurried back to the dorm with my sweatshirt bouncing and my naked twat flashing. I didn't care. I looked forward to a night of pizza and backseat pussy-pounding. Being a slut-fuck was fun!