Back in college for some stupid reason, we had to take college level English, despite graduating RIGHT AFTER high school. I had classes before and after so it's not like I can skip to sleep in or go home early. I was at the campus already so may as well attend.

The English prof was somewhere in his late 40s, he was balding at the top but was brushing from the side to cover it. He might have been a bit more attractive if he had shaved his head. The class was extremely boring as it was basically repeated what I had done in high school. being the big slut that I am, I started to tease him. I'd wear very low cut tops, put my pencil between my cleavage when I made eye contact with him, and do all those "accidental touches". I knew I was turning him on, he didn't have a ring on so it's not like I was a homewrecker.

I made my move around midterm. I stayed after class one day asking for "extra help" since I had been handing in half assed writings. I didn't beat around the bush and handed him the panties that I had been wearing that day. I told him that I didn't need As, just enough to pass the class. He hesitated but I knew he wanted me by the hard on in his pants. I got on my knees, pulled up my shirt to show him my boobs. I said obviously this will be our little secrets and put my hands on his crotch. He agreed and unbuckled his belt. He wasn't particularly long or thick, about 4-5 inches. The whole interaction didn't take over 10 minutes, guess he was that excited haha.

Almost every week I went to see him for "extra" help. I'd blow him, let him touch my breasts, and gave him my panties of that day. On the last day, I decided to fuck him, I thought he deserved it after giving me a B-. He pounded me hard and even made me climax.