What Do D’s Get?

Crawling on the desk and forcing myself into a hot makeout session with the dean wasn’t exactly at the top of my to do list, but right now I was desperate enough to make sure that these grades never get back to X-Change and I’d lose my identity permanently.

So as the older gentleman moaned as he shoved his tongue down my throat I had to pretend to enjoy this as much as he did… Huh, I didn’t realize on X-Change I could still have standards. Who knew? Either way, I continued the kiss and began pulling off his jacket, throwing it to the side as I met his eyes.

“If we do this, those grades get lost in your files, got it?” I ask, raising an eyebrow slightly. Before he could speak I put my hands down and began to unbuckle his belt and his pants, pulling them down roughly to let his cock pop out from his zipper.

I… was honestly hoping for bigger.

“Deal.” Dean Phillips said, and without a second thought, just a smirk, I push my head down and immediately begin to lick up his cock… luckily the size of it made it easier for me to get every inch of him down my throat without much struggle.

SCHLURP~SCHLURP~SCHLURP~SCHLURP~!

“Oh fuck! You naughty girl!” Mr. Phillips moaned as he grabbed me by the head and forced me down, bending my body in a way that I didn’t realize I was that flexible, but luckily I guess I was.

I let out a sharp gasp as he pulled his cock out of me, eyes wide as I met his gaze and a smirk grew on my face. “Sir-OOH~!” Before I realized it he had grabbed me by the waist and flipped me on my back, staring up at him as he shoved his cock back in my mouth and began to thrust.

“Are you sure you don’t just want this?” His voice rung out above me, his hands groping and jiggling my tits around now. “You’d be a better sorority girl than you ever were…” He hesitates a second before pulling back. “What… were you?” He asks as his cock slips out from my mouth.

“I’m a fucking lawyer…” I say in a soft, breathless voice. “And I intend to get back to my life…” I growl. “By any means necessary…” My words were slightly muffled as he takes a step forward, my face eclipsed by his body as his thighs surround me, and I feel his cock slip between my tits.

“Whatever you say, madam.” He says, letting out a soft groan as I grab my tits and squeeze them together around his dick. “This only gets you a retest… you still have to pass.” He groans as he begins to thrust.

“I’ll fucking pass…” I say with soft moans as he continues to thrust between my tits now. “It… It’s not that hard!” I say, as my head falls back onto the desk, groaning out softly again before he pulls back and lets the light hit my eyes again without warning.

“I’m so sure you’re right, madam…” He says, his voice almost teasing despite his still posh demeanor. “I’m sure you are going to have perfect self control on the day of the retest.”

I raise an eyebrow slightly and sit up a bit as I watch him move around to the side of the desk, grab my legs and spread them wide with a small yelp. “No panties…” He says softly, more of an observation than anything. “Yes madam, you are totally in control.”

Without another word I felt the man shove three fingers deep inside my cunt and immediately start to thrust, spreading myself nice and wide as he pounded me on his desk, sending enough pleasure to my brain to completely blur my thoughts.

“Oooooooh myyyyyyy fucking GAWD~!” I squealed as my head shot back and I stared to the ceiling. Despite the mans size he was experienced, and that was quite apparent now. Every small movement and flick of his hand stimulated another part of me, sending shivers up my spine.

“Miss Lee, if you wish to be prepared for your next exam, might I recommend a tutor?” He says, his hand not missing a beat as he keeps perfect tempo while he fucks me. My moans were so loud I could barely hear what he was saying as he dragged me close to orgasm already. “I do believe you’ll need one…” He groans, before pulling his hand out of me.