100 ways To Damn Yourself

Way 2: Professor's Private Lesson

Way 2: Professor's Private Lesson

Chapter 1: Failing Slut Earns Extra Credit

I sat in the back row of the lecture hall with my heart sinking lower every second. Professor Kane stood at the front in his crisp white shirt and dark tie looking as strict and handsome as always. His voice was deep and calm while he handed back our mid term papers. When he reached my desk he paused. His eyes met mine for a long moment before he dropped the paper in front of me. A big red F stared up at me. My stomach twisted. I needed this class to graduate and now it felt like everything was slipping away.

After the lecture ended I waited until the last student left. My legs felt shaky as I walked up to his desk. Professor Kane was already packing his bag but he stopped when he saw me. He was tall with broad shoulders and salt and pepper hair that made him look even more powerful. He was in his late forties and everyone on campus whispered about how strict he was. I had spent the whole semester staring at him instead of taking notes. Now I had to face him.

“Professor Kane” I said softly. “Can I talk to you about my grade please?”

He leaned back against the desk and crossed his arms. His eyes moved slowly over me taking in my short skirt and the way my blouse hugged my chest. “Miss Reed. You have been quiet all semester. And now you want to discuss why you failed my exam?”

I bit my lip and nodded. Heat rose in my cheeks. “I know I did bad. But I really need to pass this class. Is there any way I can earn some extra credit? I will do anything.”

The words hung in the air between us. Anything. I meant it. My voice came out a little breathless and I saw something change in his eyes. A dark spark that made my thighs press together under my skirt.

He studied me for a long moment then glanced at the empty hallway outside. “Lock the door” he said quietly.

My hands trembled as I turned the lock. The click sounded loud in the quiet room. When I faced him again he had sat on the edge of his desk with his legs slightly apart. His expression was calm but his voice had a new edge to it.

“Anything?” he repeated. “That is a dangerous word for a failing student to use in my office Miss Reed. Do you understand what you are offering?”

I stepped closer until I stood right in front of him. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my ears. “Yes sir. I understand. I have been thinking about you all semester. I know I have been a bad student. But I can be a good girl for you if you let me make it up.”

Professor Kane reached out and hooked a finger under my chin tilting my face up so I had to look him in the eyes. His touch was firm. “You want extra credit? Then you will have to prove you deserve it. Right here. Right now. Get on your knees like the little slut who has been distracting my class all term.”

I sank down without hesitation. The carpet felt rough against my knees but I did not care. I looked up at him from the floor and watched as he slowly unbuckled his belt. The sound of the leather sliding made my p***y throb. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his c**k. It was thick and heavy already half hard and growing bigger in front of my face.

“Open your mouth” he ordered.

I parted my lips wide. He slid the head across my tongue and I tasted the warm salty skin of him. I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked gently at first. Professor Kane let out a low groan and pushed deeper. His hand came to rest on the back of my head guiding me.

“That is it” he murmured. “Show me how badly you want that extra credit. Suck your professor’s c**k like the failing slut you are.”

I took him deeper until he touched the back of my throat. My eyes watered but I kept going. I bobbed my head up and down taking more of him each time. Saliva dripped down my chin and onto my blouse. He grew fully hard in my mouth thick and pulsing. I used my tongue to swirl around the underside the way I hoped he would like.

Professor Kane gripped my hair tighter and started to move his hips. He f****d my mouth in slow steady strokes. “Look at you on your knees in my classroom. Any student could walk in and see what a desperate little w***e you are for extra credit.”

The dirty words made me moan around his c**k. My panties were soaked now. I could feel my own wetness sliding down my thighs. I wanted him so badly my whole body ached for it.

He pulled out suddenly and left me gasping with strings of saliva connecting my lips to his shiny c**k. He lifted me up by my arms and turned me around so I faced his desk. With one strong hand he bent me forward until my chest pressed against the cool wood. My short skirt rode up exposing my ass.

He flipped the skirt higher and ran a rough palm over my soaked panties. “Already dripping for your professor. What a needy little cunt you have.”

I whimpered and pushed back against his hand. “Please sir. I will do anything to pass. Use me however you want.”

Professor Kane hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down to my ankles. Cool air hit my bare p***y and I shivered. He spread my legs wider with his foot then stepped close behind me. I felt the thick head of his c**k rub against my wet folds.

“This is how you earn extra credit” he said in a low growl. “By taking every inch of your professor’s c**k and letting me use this tight p***y until you learn your lesson.”

He pushed forward and sank deep inside me in one long thrust. I moaned loud against the desk as he stretched me wide. He felt so big and so perfect. He held still for a second letting me feel full then he started to move.

Slow at first. Deep strokes that made my toes curl. Then harder. Faster. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the room. My breasts pressed into the papers on his desk and my hands gripped the edges for support.

“You are going to come to my office every week from now on” he said between thrusts. “And you are going to earn that grade one load at a time. Understand?”

“Yes sir” I gasped. “I understand. I will be your good little slut. Just please do not stop.”

Professor Kane f****d me harder then. His hand reached around and rubbed my c**t in tight circles. Pleasure built fast and sharp until I could not hold back. I came hard clenching around his thick c**k while my legs shook.

He did not slow down. He kept pounding into me chasing his own release. “That is one way to earn points” he growled. “Now take the rest like a good student.”

I felt him swell inside me and then he came with a deep groan. Hot thick spurts filled me up as he pressed deep and held there. When he finally pulled out I felt his c*m start to leak down my thighs.

He stepped back and admired the sight of me bent over his desk with my skirt up and his seed dripping from me. “Clean yourself up and fix your clothes” he said calmly. “But leave the panties with me. You will not need them next time you come for your private lesson.”

I stood on shaky legs already knowing I would be back. This was only the beginning of how I would earn my grade. And I could not wait for the next one.