Anything for a 'B' (MF)

Anything For a ‘B’

by Francis Ashe

Copyright 2012 Francis Ashe

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The fourth week of classes had just ended and
with it, the first round of exams. Jamie had desperately wanted to
get at least a ‘B’ in all of her classes to keep her scholarship.
She was interested far more in her Introduction to Sociology class
though, and not only because she wanted a good recommendation from
the professor. The teacher, Professor Hendricks, was young and
about six inches taller than she was. He always wore slightly baggy
suits, so it was hard to tell what was underneath, but from
experience she could tell that he took care of himself, even if he
was not particularly good at dressing.

Jamie was nineteen and had started at the
University a year after most of her friends. She had always been
good at school, but lost interest her last year of high school and
had trouble affording the tuition. Once she managed to get a
scholarship though, she had decided to make the most of it. She met
her goal on all of her other exams. She got two perfect scores and
one ‘B’. She had to admit the Sociology test was a little harder
than the others, but that was because she spent most of her study
time actually fantasizing about Professor Hendricks, and getting
him out of his baggy suits.

“Jamie Goode,” he called her name to fetch
her test paper. As she took it, making sure to look into his eyes
for as long as she could manage without feeling awkward, she knew
something was wrong. The class was small, only about thirty
students, and so there was more interaction between the students
and professor than in her other courses. The way he said her name
and the way he looked back at her when she went to the front of the
class spoke volumes. Returning to her desk, she opened the exam
book and almost fainted.
A sixty two! I will never be able to
make this up on the final. I am going to lose this scholarship,
have to leave school, and worst of all Professor Hendricks is going
to think I am an absolute idiot.
Her anxiety must have been
plain to see, because as soon as class was dismissed, Professor
Hendricks called her to the lectern as she was leaving.

“Jamie, I know you can do better than your
exam shows. You are a very bright girl – did you just get nervous
during the exam? Did you have trouble finding the time to study?
Were you distracted by something?” he asked.

“To tell you the truth, Dr. Hendricks, I was
distracted. I was very worried about getting high grades on all of
my exams this week and just got upset over it all,” she
replied.

“That happens to the best of us. Happens to
me all the time anyway, I get all worked up over something and
can’t really do my best work when it comes down to crunch time. Why
don’t you come by my office tomorrow after my 10:00? I don’t have
office hours then, but that will give us more time to figure
something out,” he suggested.

“I… I don’t know what to say, but thank you!”
was all she could manage before she had to rush out the door to her
next class.

The next morning, Wednesday, she made sure to
wear a shirt from tenth grade. Her breasts hadn’t really filled out
until just after she graduated, so any clothes from earlier really
hugged her where it counted. She was thin, and not overly endowed,
but in these old shirts, her tits looked great she thought. Her ass
was a bit larger than her size would indicate so any jeans that
were the right size to fit her small waist were very snug, and made
that part of her almost irresistible. She briefly considered
putting on a lot of makeup and fixing her hair carefully, but
decided that Professor Hendricks probably liked a more natural
look, so she just pulled her hair into a pony tail and rushed out
the door.

She finally got to the sociology department
around 11:00. Parking was awful that morning, and she’d had to run
halfway across campus to make it on time. The secretary directed
her to Professor Hendricks’ office, which happened to be in a
corner of the building which was abandoned except for the office
she was headed for. As she knocked at the door, her heart began to
race.
Why am I so nervous? I’ve been to professor’s offices
before, plenty of times. I can’t imagine this will be any different
– I mean, I’m just going to beg him for a ‘B’ in the class, squeeze
my tits together and that will be that.

“Come in, come in,” Professor Hendricks
greeted her at the door. Today, he was not wearing his normal
attire. Instead, he had on only a tight fitting undershirt and his
slacks. “Oh, sorry,” he explained, “I am heading to the gym after
our meeting, so I was half-changed when you showed up.”

Jamie was surprised, to say the least. Under
those baggy suits, her professor was rock solid. He wasn’t a
hulking man by any means, but neither was he small. She could tell
that he wasn’t lying about going to the gym, though, that much was
certain. His arms were larger than she’d thought and his
clean-shaven chest was causing his shirt some distress. “So, what
sort of grade are you looking to get out of this class?” he
surprised her, and jolted her back to reality.

“Well, Professor Hendricks, I will lose my
scholarship if I don’t get at least a ‘B’ in all my classes. I
would do just about anything to make sure I can keep going to
school,” she answered.
Jesus, he looks good. That black hair,
those dark eyes…

She was jerked back to the present when he
replied again. “Well, Jamie, I can’t just give you a higher grade.
That would be unfair to the other students. However, I know you’ve
had some trouble lately. Are you looking to rewrite your paper, or
do some extra credit?” he asked.

“I really don’t have time for a re-write,
Professor,” she said. “But I would really do just about anything to
get that grade. What kind of extra credit did you have in
mind?”

“Well, if you are short on time, I think we
can still arrange something. Also, if you were willing to do
‘almost’ anything for a ‘B’, what would you do for an ‘A’?” he
asked.

She had not considered this. She was terrible
at haggling, especially about things that mattered so much. She
considered briefly before blurting out: “well, for an ‘A’ I would
do absolutely anything at all.”
I cannot believe I just said
that. He is going to give me some ridiculous essay and…
before
she could finish the thought, he shoved the books off his desk and
took the chair out from under her.

“Alright, Jamie, here is what you have to do.
You have to be the professor today. Tell me everything you want me
to do and I will do it. I have a hundred and eighty students this
semester, and you are the only one that I think about every single
night when I play with myself. I’ve dreamed of this for a long,
long time.” He said, as he started to take his shirt off, and then
replaced it, remembering that she was in charge.

“I… er… are you sure?” she stammered, not
quite sure what to say or to do. He just stared at her. She decided
to run with it.

“I want you to take my pony tail out, and
squeeze my tits. Put your mouth on one and squeeze the other, Prof-
I mean Hendricks.” She commanded.

Dutifully, he arose in front of her from his
seat on top of the desk and gently took the band off her pony tail.
He brushed the nails of his other hand against her scalp and then
down the length of her mousy brown hair as he did. She shivered a
little bit and goose pimples popped up on the back of her arms as
her nipples began to perk up. He took her left breast in his hand
and squeezed the base of it while he rubbed her inflamed nipple
through the stretched material of her old t-shirt and her bra. She
managed a tiny gasp before the warmth of his breath on the other
side took her breath away completely. He massaged her, with his
hand and with his mouth, for a few seconds before she got
bolder.

“Stand up, Hendricks, and take off your
shirt. Then undo your belt and undo my bra. Leave my shirt on.” She
demanded. She wasn’t embarrassed to show him her tits at all – they
were almost perfect, she though – but she did want to torment him,
since he seemed to be enjoying it anyway. She was exactly
right.

Her professor stood up and peeled his tight
shirt off. Underneath he was much as she thought. His muscular arms
and chest were just above a flat belly, and as he began to undo his
belt, she noticed that he was clean-shaved all over.
He may not
know how to dress very well, but he really knows how to take care
of himself where it really matters.
With his belt off, his
pants sagged down a bit and she could see the taper of his crotch.
She was already sopping wet, but knew that her grade depended on
how much Professor Hendricks enjoyed this, so she made herself go
slowly. When he unfastened her bra, with only the slightest fumble,
her nipples pressed hard against the cotton of her t-shirt and a
low moan of appreciation escaped his full lips.

“Suck again.” She commanded. “This time, I
want you to flick your tongue back and forth while you undo your
pants.”

He obliged. This time, his breath was hotter
on her nipple which was now strained against her shirt. He sucked
gently at first, but as he felt her breathing become more rapid,
nursed at her breast harder while he flicked his tongue back and
forth, just as she demanded. He noticed that, as his hand went to
unfasten his slacks that his cock had begun to thicken and press
against his boxer-briefs. He managed to get his pants unbuttoned
and off without taking his mouth away from her tit. He sucked
harder, and pressed a hand against the crotch of her jeans before
he remembered she was in charge and pulled it away.

“No, Hendricks.” She said. “Keep sucking, the
other one now, and take my pants off.” She had begun to really
enjoy this change of role. He did as he was told, but added a very
soft nibble as he switched breasts. She gasped lightly as he undid
the button of her fly, unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over
her bent knees. His breathing was becoming quicker now, and the
heat of his mouth had pushed her almost past the point of
controlling herself. She refused to give in though, knowing that if
she blew his mind with her performance that she would get the grade
she wanted so badly.

The Professor’s ample cock had begun to press
urgently against the fabric of his underwear, and she noticed that
his prick was bigger than she’d imagined too, just like his biceps.
He was unable to control himself and used his free hand to pull her
hips toward him, grinding into her dripping pussy. She gasped
again, but this time did not correct him. The grinding of his prick
against her felt so good that she was afraid she was going to come
already, but she couldn’t stop him. She began to rub her hips up
and down him in time with his motion, and before long, she felt
tingling waves fill her as her first orgasm began to shake her. She
had always been able to come more than once at a time, but this was
a completely different experience. Even as she moaned out her
ecstasy she felt her excitement rise again. Her professor had not
stopped his urgent grinding, but her small orgasm let her regain
control of herself, and she demanded he stop.

“Enough.” She said, flushed and breathing
hard. As he retracted, she noticed that a small circle of pre-cum
had appeared on his briefs. “Stand up and take your cock out. Put
it in my mouth.” She got to her knees as he pulled the rod out of
his tight, blue underwear. It was thick, as she had already
noticed, but longer than she’d thought. The biggest she’d ever had
in her mouth, for sure. Her ex-boyfriend had a good enough tool,
but nothing like Professor Hendricks’s was. She gripped the base of
his dick and pulled him toward her, leading the head between her
lips. She put one hand on his firm ass and pulled his briefs down
to his knees before grabbing him again and squeezing him as she ran
her tongue down the underside of his prick. He shuddered when she
flicked her tongue under the head, so she lingered there. With one
hand, she squeezed the top of his balls gently as she rubbed the
tip of her tongue back and forth. She reached back up to his ass
and pulled him closer, filling her mouth completely as she kept
lashing her tongue back and forth, and squeezing his balls with her
free hand.

The Professor moaned in a low voice as her
mouth closed on him and she sucked earnestly. He knew that if she
kept this up, he would never last more than a couple of seconds. He
filled her mouth so completely though, that she had to take him out
to catch her breath. When she did that, he pulled back slightly,
and she lay back on the floor. “Hendricks,” she said. “I want you
to push my panties to the side and fuck me as hard as you can.
Leave my shirt on.”
He is really into this. Maybe if I don’t let
him see my perfect tits, he will let me fail the final on purpose
and we can do this again.