Dawn's past.

I knew Dawn back when she was at college - I was her lecturer. She may be conservative now, but then she was a bit of a party girl. And her clothing then typically consisted of tiny PVC pelmet skirts and tight crop tops. Accountancy isn't normally the subject of choice of this type of student, and I often thought Dawn would have fitted in better to the Arts faculty somewhere. However, she struggled her way through years of my subject, scraping passes somehow while partying nights away and burning the candle at both ends.

One day though, on the final assessment at the end of second year, I had to call her to my office.

"Thanks for coming in Dawn," I said, and gestured for her to take a seat opposite me.

"Sure." she said, and looked on in apprehension. It was obvious that she hadn't been asked to meet me just to be praised for her academic achievements. She wore a clinging pink lycra top with no bra. The nipples on her pert breasts pointed at me accusingly.

"I wanted to talk to you about the End-of-module final assignment". I tried not to stare at those lovely globular tits.

"Yes?", she gave a meek smile, going for innocence.

I sat on the edge of the desk facing her. "I'm sorry. Its just not good enough."

She had totally blown it. Missed the point completely. I showed her the cover, on it in pencil was written the number 29 and circled with a large letter F next to it.

"Oh no! please!" she squealed.

"I'm sorry. If your results had been a lot better throughout the year, maybe I could have adjusted it..."

"There must be something I can do", she said. "Is there a resit, can I write it again?"

"I'm sorry".

"But I can't flunk out now!" she wailed and started to sniffle.

I reached into a box of Kleenex and handed her one.

She wiped her eyes and blew her nose and looked up, and this time caught me staring at her tits. For a few moments there was silence between us, then she whimpered. "Oh no, I cant"

I grinned, realizing where this score had taken her and the dilemma she was wrestling with. She saw me smile. I didn't care.

"You bastard", she whispered, and reached forward and began to pull down my zipper. In a moment her head was bobbing up and down in my lap, her luxurious red hair spilling over my thighs.

Dawn chugged down my cum before class for the rest of the week and went away clutching a score of 51 and a C pass for the module and so, somehow managed to eventually graduate.

At our final meeting, I gave her the following advice, that she should keep her partying to the weekends and try to be as formal, professional and conservative in the workplace as she can, otherwise she is going to have to swallow a lot of cum from a lot of bosses in the future.