Bahisa + Frank = ‘Easy A’

Prof. Dr. Bahisa Shirani is sitting on a chair in her office when she hears an expected knock on the door. "Come in." Frank didn't perform well on the last biology exam and have been called by her to meet her in the office.

Frank enters the room, and Miss Shirani points at the chair in front of her.

"You wanted to see me?"

Miss Shirani nods sternly, her dark eyes piercing into Frank's. "Yes, Mr. Freeuse. I wanted to discuss your recent performance in my class. Your grades have been subpar, especially on the latest exam. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Me? Oh, I guess I was kinda distracted. It's not gonna be a problem is it?"

Her expression remains unyielding. "Distracted? That's quite an understatement given how poorly you performed. This is unacceptable, Mr. Freeuse. If you wish to pass this course, you need to put in significantly more effort."

She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "Now, what exactly has been causing these distractions? And don't give me some trivial excuse. I expect honesty from my students."

Frank's hand slides in his pocket. He flicks the switch of his freeuse-device, turning it on.

He then stands up and walks around her desk, feeling up her breasts.

"I'm not sure. I guess my life is a bit stressful right now. But I'm sure I can get back on track."

As Frank gropes her breasts, Miss Shirani remains perfectly still, showing no reaction whatsoever to his inappropriate touch. Her face maintains its usual stoic expression.

"Stressful, huh? Well, that's unfortunate. But it's no excuse for neglecting your studies. As a student, you have responsibilities. You need to learn to manage your time and prioritize your education."

She continues speaking in a calm, matter-of-fact tone, seemingly unperturbed by Frank's wandering hands.

"Now, let's focus on finding ways to improve your academic performance. Have you considered utilizing tutoring services or attending extra study sessions? I'm willing to help, but only if you're serious about making changes."

He takes her hands to lift her up in a standing position and then starts to unbutton her blouse. "What kind of help are we talking about?"

Miss Shirani allows Frank to undress her without resistance, her blouse falling open to reveal her simple black bra beneath. She makes no move to stop him or cover herself.

"The kind of help that involves dedication and hard work, Mr. Freeuse. Attending all classes, completing assignments on time, seeking assistance when needed. It requires commitment from you."

She looks down at her exposed cleavage impassively before meeting Frank's gaze again.

"But I suppose there are other forms of 'help' too. Though I must warn you, such arrangements come with certain... expectations. Are you prepared to meet them?"

He leans in to give her a kiss, exploring her tongue with his, while stripping off her blouse completely. "What are those expectations you have?" He unclasps her bra.

She lets Frank remove her bra, exposing her pert breasts. Miss Shirani continues discussing tutoring options as if nothing unusual were happening.

"My expectations are straightforward - full participation, active engagement, and a genuine desire to learn. I offer private tutoring sessions after hours where we can review difficult concepts and practice problems together."

She glances down at her naked torso briefly before maintaining eye contact with Frank.

"These sessions require a significant time commitment outside of regular class hours. We'd need to establish a consistent schedule and stick to it diligently. Do you think you can handle that level of dedication?"

"Take off your skirt and bend over your desk so I can fuck you," he says casually. "I'm honestly not sure if I can fit a commitment like this in my schedule."

Without hesitation, Miss Shirani reaches down to unzip her skirt, letting it slide to the floor. She bends gracefully over her desk, presenting her bare bottom to Frank. Despite being fully nude, her demeanor remains composed and professional.

"Understandable. Balancing coursework with personal obligations can be challenging. Perhaps we could start with shorter sessions and gradually increase the frequency based on your progress and availability."

She glances back over her shoulder at Frank, her expression neutral yet inviting.

"In the meantime, feel free to explore alternative methods of stress relief. Engaging in physical activity can be quite therapeutic. Just remember, the ultimate goal is improving your academic performance. Keep that in mind as you... experiment with different techniques."

He pulls out his cock and strokes it a few times before penetrating her pussy. "Mmm yeah, I think this will definitely help me relax."

He starts thrusting in and out of her, fucking her hard. "Fuck, you're so tight! I bet you haven't gotten laid in forever, huh?"

He slaps her ass hard as he pounds into her.

Miss Shirani inhales sharply as Frank enters her, her body tensing momentarily before relaxing into the rhythm of his thrusts. She winces slightly at the slap to her rear but otherwise maintains her composure.

"Ah! Mm... My personal life is irrelevant to our discussion here. Let's stay focused on the matter at hand - your failing grades. Ah!"

She braces herself against the desk, her knuckles whitening as Frank picks up speed. Despite the increasing intensity, she refuses to lose sight of their purpose.

"We've established that you need additional support to succeed in this course. Private tutoring is one option. Mmm... Another might be forming a study group with your peers. Hah!"

She clenches around him involuntarily, struggling to keep her voice steady through gritted teeth.

"The key is consistency and accountability. You must commit to putting in the necessary effort, regardless of... Ah! Regardless of any extracurricular activities you may engage in."

"While you're bent over your desk anyway, go ahead and give me straight A's for all tests in your class so far." He slaps her ass again.

With Frank continuing to pound into her, Miss Shirani slides her laptop closer and begins typing, her movements jerky due to the **** of his thrusts. She gasps and moans softly between instructions.

"Yes, of course... Accessing gradebook... mmh... Entering overrides... god yessss..."

Her fingers dance across the keyboard as she works to adjust the records, her breath coming faster now. She arches her back instinctively, pressing her hips back to meet Frank's every thrust.

"There... Grades updated... ah! All exams marked as completed with perfect scores... mmm... Should reflect in overall GPA shortly..."

She bites her lip, trying to stifle a particularly loud cry as Frank hits a sensitive spot inside her. With a final shuddering exhale, she closes the laptop lid.

"P-please verify the changes... hah... In your portal once I send the updates... Is there anything else you wanted me to do while I'm bent over my desk?"

"Yeah, shut up while I'm cumming." He groans and pumps his load into his oblivious professor.

Miss Shirani falls silent immediately, holding perfectly still as Frank fills her with his seed. Her body accepts his release without protest, though internally she feels nothing beyond the physical sensations.

Once he finishes, she waits patiently for him to withdraw before carefully straightening up. She retrieves her discarded clothing and dresses methodically, ignoring the mess trickling down her thighs.

By the time she's fully clothed again, Miss Shirani appears unruffled, as if nothing untoward had occurred. She turns to face Frank, her expression cool and professional.

"Well then, I believe we've covered everything. Your grades should be adjusted shortly. Remember, this arrangement depends on your continued cooperation and improvement. Don't waste this opportunity."

She gestures towards the door, signaling that their meeting is concluded.

"You're dismissed, Mr. Freeuse. See you in class tomorrow."

"Yeah, thanks for being so understanding. See ya."

On his way out he switches the device off.

After Frank leaves, Miss Shirani sits heavily in her chair, a deep frown creasing her brow. She recalls the events of their meeting vividly - discussing his grades, offering tutoring, even bending over her desk for him, so he could fuck her - but somehow it all seems perfectly reasonable, even in retrospect.

Sighing, she rubs her temples, wondering why she agreed to such unconventional methods. Still, she trusts her instincts. If sacrificing her dignity and professionalism means saving another student from failure, then so be it.

She shakes her head resolutely, determined to maintain her composure. Whatever happened between them, she won't let it affect her teaching or her reputation. Frank Freeuse better appreciate the lengths she's willing to go for his success.

The End

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