1) The High School Coach:

This was the coach of another high school who knew my uncle. He was a married man in his forties who might have once been a football player himself, but all of his muscles had gone to fat over time. He only work track suits and had the reputation of being a known perv of high school girls. He was too much of a coward to really do anything, but his leers and comments were enough for girls to give him a wide berth. Unless of course, they were a slut.

He was expecting me. My uncle had told him all about me and how he liked to pass me around to all his friends. I met him in his house and he didn't even talk to me before grabbing at my tits. I was unceremoniously bent over his crappy kitchen table, my skirt on the floor while he railed me from behind. It was obvious he had wanted this for a long time, calling me a teasing slut and telling me how all the girls he coached actually wanted his dick. How stuck up bitches were these days to not let a good man like him screw their tight holes. How good the cheerleaders would look prancing around with his cum in their asses. He wasn't really hate fucking me, but every girl who'd ever looked at him in disgust or rejection. It felt amazing to be his cocksleeve for the few minutes it took for him to cum.

2) The Substitute Teacher:

I'm sure some had met this type of teacher before. He was probably once young and idealistic, but now considered his talents wasted and his time underappreciated. He hated students by now but stayed in the field anyways to make their lives hell. He was probably in his sixties and also racist. A perfect man to put an asian hussy in her place.

I wasn't coy about it. I was especially horny that day and just plain out asked him after class as everyone rushed to lunch. He obviously thought it was a sick joke and refused, but I knew that look in his face. It was the middle of the school day, so I shrugged and left before he could remember why I was actually there.

Afterschool, I waited beside his car. It was almost summer and no one lingered for long. When he saw me, there was a brief moment when I thought he would refuse again, but to my delight, he did not. He told me to get into the car and he drove to the back lot of the local supermarket. He had to take a blue pill before anything happened, but I spread my legs for him in the backseat eventually. I told him not to hold back. He called me a gook, a chink, a jap (although I'm not japanese) and it made me cum hard on his surprisingly thick cock. He ended up with his hands around my neck, ramming my head into the backseat with every thrust. Afterwards, I had to walk back because he threw me out of his car. I hadn't worn underwear that day and loved feeling his jizz leak down my legs as I walked.

3) Professor #1:

Not much to tell on this one. I met him outside campus at a club and ended up blowing him in the men's bathroom. He pretended it never happened and also never directly looked at me again. He was pretty young for my usual tastes, so I didn't pursue.

4) Professor #2:

I became a regular booty call for this professor. Not at the university I attended, because I had a good girl reputation to uphold, but one nearby. Unlike the others, he was eager to screw me on the premises and I found that to be extremely attractive. He was more athletic than my usual hookups, but he was married and his wife worked at the same university in administration. The thought of her finding us screwing like bunnies turned me on and I agreed to several risky locations.

I could be found under his desk several times a week sucking his cock. In fact, whenever he had a zoom meeting, he'd try and get me there. He found a custodian closet where he locked me naked inside for an hour before coming back and fucking me against the mops and toilet supplies. He snuck me in one day to have sex in his wife's office, making me stare at her picture while he took my ass. He reserved one of the research rooms in the library and he made me pretend to be a librarian. We probably had sex for about three months and then I broke it off. He told me he was falling in love with me and I was just trying to get laid. Hard no.

5) Professor #3:

Incidently, I got involved with my third professor because of the blowjob I gave the first. Apparently he had blabbed and when I showed up on his class roster. The man couldn't resist but test the waters. I ended up giving him regular oral service all that semester and I didn't have to turn in a single assignment. I was actually had a scheduled time each week to show up, swallow, and leave. I offered him my other holes, but he actually turned them down. His explanation was that he just didn't get blowjobs at home, but otherwise loved his spouse. He didn't consider this cheating, just a simple transaction. I'm not gonna lie, it made me feel like a cheap hooker. So hot.

6) The Student Advisor:

Finally, in my last semester of undergraduate, I broke one of my rules and screwed a faculty member who actually knew who I was. My student advisor was a mild-mannered arab man with a thick accent. He actually had a really funky smell that suggested he wasn't into showering much. I hadn't really seen him as a prospect until I saw his cock. How did I see his cock you may ask?

I caught him masturbating in his car. It was a well-known cruising spot in the area, mostly for the gay community, and I sometimes went out of curiousity. He saw me almost exactly when I saw him. Let me tell you that I have rarely seen a more panicked look on a man's face. He drove away before putting it away and I got an excellent look. It was hairy, uncut, pudgy, and had this obscene looking purple head that instantly made me want it inside.

I did take a few days to debate myself. You don't really meet with your student advisor unless you scheduled a meeting and I knew he was hoping to never see me again as graduation was rapidly approaching. But i kept thinking about his cock and decided what the hell. I scheduled the meeting, wore a coat over slutty clothes, and knocked on his door as his last appointment of the day.

Vividly, I remember that he had been extrmeely sweaty that day, which made me feel even filthier when I took off my coat. My advisor actually tried to treat me gently at first, trying to kiss me and stuff. One of the things I don't do is kiss and I told him I was just here to serve his cock. That was all it really took as I had a good instinct for men who were capable of treating me like dirt.

He took me on the floor like an animal, his beer belly resting on my ass, his fist brutally pulling my hair. He didn't bother pulling down his pants, he just unzipped and I could feel his belt hitting me over and over. The thick head on his dick felt just as amazing as I thought it would and he began saying things to me in arabic. I'd like to think he was telling me how much of a infidel whore I was. He wheezed and grunted over my body, forced me to fuck myself on his cock, and then shoved his dick deep into my throat to cum. I still remember the rancid smell of his hairy crotch. He fucked me only once more on the morning of my graduation and I walked the stage with cum dripping from my ass. As a bonus, I recieved a glowing reccommendation letter from him.