Beg

"Please professor," I beg. I drop to my knees.

"What are you doing on your knees, get up." Professor Wayne says. Suddenly, I have a wild thought. Maybe I needed to jumpstart the ritual powers. I reach out and grab my professor's crotch.

"I'll do anything. Please raise my grade." I say looking up at him. He slaps my hand away.

"Stop this or else I'll report you to the police for sexual harassment." He responds angrily. Shit this was backfiring.

"Quit the act. You wanna fuck me." Suddenly I saw his dick get hard he was red in the face. Maybe I had to tell him what he wanted for it to work.

"Doesn't the idea of dumping a load down my throat turn you on, professor? Don't you wanna fuck your student." I look up at him. He looks like he is at war with his mind, but ultimately he unzips his pants and pulls out a hard cock.

"Don't tell my wife, Faggot, and you'll get an A." He said as I got to work.

It was so big I could barely fit it in my mouth, but it tasted so good. I started sucking more and more. I couldn't help myself.

"What a hungry little whore you are." He moaned as I rammed the dick down my throat. I couldn't tell if I was just wanting him to cum fast or if I wanted to see how far it could go, but either way, I was aroused.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." He pushed my head back off his dick and shot all over me. I was excited and looked up.

"So did I get the A."

"Yes. Now go." He put his dick back in his pants and I wiped the cum off my face best I could and I left the office.