I stared through the small glass window in the wooden door. I took a deep sigh and pushed up my tits in the tight top to make sure my cleavage popped the right way.

I saw him stare at me. He held up a hand to let me know to wait my turn.

“Amy,” the man said as he walked through the door.

“Professor,” I smiled.

“Enter,” Professor Dawson smiled.

I walked inside the large classroom and stared at my professor.

“Hi Amy,” he said in that charming voice that sent shivers down most of the female’s spines.

“Professor,” I beamed.

“You’re not in class Amy,” he said, coming around the large table. “Do you know why you are here?”

“No, Professor, I mean Daniel,” I smiled at his gray beard and chiseled face.

“Your grades have been slipping,” he smiled at me as he pushed me gently down onto the chair before him. “I bet it has to do with that crowd I have seen you hanging around lately.”

“No, prof… Daniel,” I tried to look away as his groin was in my face.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked.

“Just that, no it’s stupid,” I shook my head.

I could feel his eyes on me, and I blushed. “Just a stupid girl,” I said; he was staring down my shirt at my cleavage and my tits.

“Say it,” he said, taking my face by the chin and making me look at his face, the face that looked at me as I walked around in my Catholic university uniform.

“No, I am a good catholic girl, and you are married,” I pulled away.

I crossed my legs, exposing my white thigh highs to him as well, giving him a slight peek under my skirt.

“Don’t have to be a good girl,” he grinned as he stared at me. “All the time.”

“Really?” I beamed.

I heard the zipper of his pants, and he produced his cock. I looked at the door. It was late, and I was sure I was the only student in the building at this time of day.

“That’s a good girl,” he said as I sucked his cock. “To Get that good grade you want you have to work for it.”

“Yes, Daniel,” I said as I got off the chair and fell to my knees.

“Now you can call me professor,” Daniel ordered.

He held the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth. He called me his pretty red-headed slut, as well as other names.

“You like being the teacher’s pet, don’t you!” Daniel slapped the side of my face hard, then slapped the other side.

I continued to stare at him; his eyes met mine, and I knew what he wanted from me.

“That’s a good little girl,” Daniel smiled as I stood and bent at the waist.

My short black and white plaid short skirt raised over my ass cheeks.

“A good fucking girl,” Daniel smiled as he grabbed my hips. “If you do well for me, I might even give you a good grade.”

“I am always good for my favorite professor,” I teased as I waved my ass back and forth for him.

Daniel pushed his cock into me, straight to the hilt. “Good fucking girl!” he moaned.

I gasped loudly so he could hear me.

“Do it professor!” I stared back at him. “Fuck me like the good slut I am, your slut!”

Daniel grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. His face was filled with determination as he fucked me from behind.

“Take my cum you fucking slut!” Daniel pushed his dick deep into me and flooded my insides with his cum.

“But professor!” I exclaimed. “I am not on any birth control!”

“Not my problem,” he slapped my ass one last time. “I expect you in my office again next week, don’t be late!”

“Yes professor,” I said, putting myself back together.

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“I can’t believe you talked me into it!” I yelled at my roommate as I got out of the shower.

“Did you use all the hot water, it’s like a sauna in there,” she chimed.

“Yes, I had to get all that old man funk off me, and that gunk out of me,” I said, still trying to get the taste of his wrinkled cock out of my mouth.

“All the girls are doing it,” she said as I started to get ready.

“Doing what?” one of my friends said as they entered our dorm.

“Fucking the professors,” my roommate said without hesitating.

“Oh, professor, you are my dream!” my friend teased as the rest of our clan entered.

“Oh, professor, you are so much better at fucking me than my boyfriend,” another laughed.

“Professor, you have such a huge cock!” the last of them laughed.

“Mine is all about name-calling,” I said as I prepared for our night out. “Slut, good girl, naughty girl,” I shook my head as I put on my makeup.

“Oh, one of those,” my roommate laughed.

“Yeah,” I was finally ready for our night out.

“Jerome is going to love that outfit!” my friend said as we walked to the parking lot.

I loved wearing my black outfit with the thigh-high boots. “I hope he does,” I smiled as we jumped into the SUV. “I am going to need him to fuck the memory of that old man touching me out of my head.”

“That goes for all of us,” my roommate cheered as we drove off.