A Different Kind Of “Bar” Exam

“Holy fuck! Your dick is fucking huge…” I whisper as I drop down onto my knees and come face to face with his size. For someone in college I was expecting a little smaller and inexperienced, kind of like I was back then. But this guy? God he was ready to fuck…

“Are you just gonna sit there and compliment it?” He says, moving his hips slightly so his now hardening cock swings side to side like a pendulum drawing me in. I just couldn’t help but roll my eyes and scoff a bit as I reposition myself to try and hide my entire body behind the desk.

“You’re such a fucking douchebag” I whisper, but before I could get another word out my lips are far too busy as they wrap themselves around his shaft and I immediately start to bob my head, taking every inch of him down my now bulging throat as I deepthroat him.

“Ooooh fuck~! That’s it bitch! Swallow my fucking cock!” He moans, trying to whisper, but very bad at it. He growls a little bit as his hips buck up and into my throat, causing me to gag ever so slightly as it echoes throughout the very quiet room.

I was trying to keep my voice down and all the noises to a minimum, so I wasn’t able to be quite as sloppy or lewd as I usually am. That did seem to have a bit of an effect on my performance it seemed, as the man below me was barely moaning or melting at my touch like usual, instead he was bucking his hips and moving my head in his hands as he started to make his own pace.

“Come on baby! You can do better than that.” He growled as he let go of my head now, and involuntarily I continued the pace he set as I bob my head at a much faster speed than before. “If you can’t pass a test you better learn how to suck good dick! Gonna be working the pole instead of working the bar soon.” He chuckled, as if that were the greatest joke in the world.

What really stung was that he wasn’t exactly wrong in terms of my career path. Sure, I am a successful lawyer, but more often than not recently my biggest case of my life has me in the body of some whore… If you were to tell college me this is what I’d be doing I’d laugh in your face. I mean-

“EW! What the fuck are you two doing?” A woman screamed behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts… but I don’t stop bobbing my head on the cock in my mouth. It was an involuntary reaction at this point, I couldn’t stop! Even as some of my other classmates notice and try and call me out.

“I guess the jig is up, sugar tits!” The jock says as he grabs me by the hair and, with a small pop and a loud gasp, I am yanked off of his cock as a wave of oxygen begins to flow into my lungs while a quick moan escapes my lips. “Why don’t we up the ante a little bit, huh?” He says as he grabs me and stands me up, letting the entire class see my naked bottom half. “No more need to be so secretive…” He growls in my ear as he grabs my shirt, rips it in half to show off my bouncing chest, and throws me over the desk.