To the left

The sounds you hear seem to be coming from the left door, so you slip quietly to that end of the hall listening to the sounds of sex that are clearer and clearer. It looks like your roommate is here after all and that he has wasted no time in sampling the luscious fruit from this orchard. The woman's voice is clearly that of a student and she is just as clearly being royally pounded.

You open the doorway just enough to confirm your impression and are surprised to see your initial assessment was way off. A student is lying on her back on the bed as expected, but she is alone in the room. The student's leggings are pulled down to her knees, her creamy thighs spread wide. Her hand is buried between them, her fingers rubbing and probing her pussy as she throws her head back moaning softly, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Yes....yes...." she moans. "I need it....oh I need it...." She humps her hips against her hand, biting her lip as she pleasures herself. She tosses her head, her long blonde hair flicking from side to side. Her other hand strokes up her body, squeezing one breast.

"So you want an 'A' do you?" She growls in a slightly deeper voice. "You'll have to earn it you little bitch....you're gonna take my cock..."

"No.....please, there must be some other way ....." she answers herself in a more feminine voice, her fingers impaling her wet folds with greater speed. "Please Mr. Watts, I need this grade to get into Yale."

"Then fuck my cock you grade-grubbing whore....fuck it hard..." She grunts again in her best imitation of a teacher as her hips pump in rhythm with her fingers, her other hand kneading and caressing her breasts.

"Oh yess......yessssss.....use me....take me....make me your bitch....." she groans, her mouth gasping.