Begging for it

You can't believe this. Professor Porter gets up from her chair; there is a strange hunger in her eyes. She drapes herself over you.

"Simon, please," she actually is begging! "I need to be fucked. Please fuck me!"

"When I fuck someone, I need to see their body." You are really pushing it now. "Strip right now if you want me to fuck you!"

Professor Porter pulls off her blouse, unclasps her bra and tosses it to the floor. You were right - her breasts are small, but they are firm and perfect with tiny, pink, pointed nipples toping each. She quickly pulls down her lace panties. Her bush is nicely trimmed.

"There," the Professor shows you her gorgeous body. "Please fuck me now!"

"If you want me to fuck you, I'm sure you'll give me an "A" in this mid-term without my even taking the test. Won't you?" Why bother with a test if you can order up the grade.

"Of course. You have an "A"! Now, please, I'm ****!!! Please fill my pussy with your nice big cock!" She begins stroking your hard cock, still encased in your pants.

"You will give me an "A" for the entire course. And I don't have to take the final or do the research paper. Give me an "A" and you get my cock."

"You've got it!" The Professor is clumsily undoing your belt, pulling down your zipper, and tugging your pants down your legs. Your cock, hard and big, is now free.

As much as you enjoy using your new power on the Professor, you cock is in need of action. "Bend over your desk!" You order the hungry woman.

She turns and drops down over her desk. Her breasts rest on the pile of mid-terms the other poor slobs had to suffer through. You admire her wet, slick pussy and her small, tight asshole. You've got a decision to make.