One Shots

Extra Credit with the Professor

A 63%?! I can't believe I got an F on my English paper. I stomp up to the professor after class is over.

"Dr. Edwards? Can we talk about this?" I said pleadingly, gesturing to the red-marked document.

"Ah, Leslie. I had a feeling you would reach out. This performance is unlike you and this paper is worth 30% of the course's grade. I've got to run to another class now, but I have office hours between 3 and 4 this afternoon. Swing by and we'll see what we can do." He said before walking away.

I can't fail this class. If I do, I could lose my scholarships, my parents would lose their minds, and it would be a black mark on my transcript.

I looked at my watch and saw it was only 12:30PM. Guess I have some time to kill before meeting with Dr. Edwards. I headed to my dorm to grab a quick shower and change. I washed up thoroughly and took care to shave everywhere. Who knew what this day would bring? After my shower I pulled on a lacy black bra that pushed my ample breasts together and a matching black thong. Over that, I squeezed into a tight skirt and tank top. I put on my makeup and put my hair into a high ponytail before heading out.

When I reached Dr. Edwards's office, I realized the building was almost empty. I guess everyone is in a hurry to leave on Friday afternoon. I knocked on the door and peeked in. His jacket and tie were off, sitting on a chair, and he stared at his computer with complete concentration. My eyes roamed him, looking from his tousled black hair to the stubble surrounding his plump lips, down to the undone button letting his chest show.

"Yes?"

"H-hey, it's Leslie, from your English 101 class. I wanted to talk about my paper?"

He broke his stare from the computer and spared me a glance.

"Yes, that was not your best work. Listen, I can't let you rewrite the paper. If I do that for you, I have to do it for everyone. But, I could be persuaded to offer you an opportunity to earn some extra credit." He stood up, rolling his sleeves up and looking at me expectantly.

"Yes, I'll do anything! I can't fail this class," I replied eagerly.

"Oh, I was hoping to hear that," he said with a chuckle. Before I even realized what was happening, his arms were around me and his lips were on mine. Our bodies were flush and I could feel the hardness of his muscles pressed against me. I melted into him as his lips traveled down my neck, sucking and nibbling. Suddenly, there was a void of him and I opened my eyes to see him closing and locking the door.

"Even though everyone is gone, can't be too careful," he explained.

As he turned around, my eyes couldn't help but land in the prominent bulge in his pants. I licked my lips unconsciously.

He groaned at the sight and pushed me to my knees, unbuckling his pants with urgency. His hard c*ck dropped out, already dripping with precum. I quickly took it into my mouth, sucking earnestly as he forced it down my throat. After a few minutes I could feel him starting to tense and surprisingly he pulled away.

"Your mouth is great, but I have other ideas too," he said with a smirk.

With that, he pulled me off my knees and bent me over the desk, pushing down my skirt and thong so my plump a*s was exposed.

"Oh baby girl, you are too perfect," he groaned.

I could feel the tip of his hard member lining up with my dripping core and I pushed against him in desperation.

"Please," I begged. "F*ck me."

With that, he thrust deeply into me and we both let out moans of pleasure. He rammed me hard and fast until I could feel the familiar tightness.

"O-oh God, I'm going to c*m," I whimpered. He didn't relent and kept thrusting until I came, my p*ssy milking his c*ck. It wasn't long before he unleashed his hot c*m into me, filling me up. He leaned against me, breathing heavily against my shoulder.

After a few minutes like that, he stood up and withdrew. He handed me a towel to clean up and I got dressed.

"So, how does my paper look now?" I said with a wink.

"I think I can bump it up to an 80%, which brings your current class average to a B."

"I can live with that" I sighed.

"You know, the final exam is quite difficult. Maybe we should set up a few private tutoring sessions to make sure you're prepared."

"I would love that."

We went on like this for the weeks leading up to the final and I'm pleased to say thanks to the professor's "help," I passed with flying colors.