University Degrees Are Hard To Come By

"Please, Lindsey, I need this," Robert said next to me, distracting me from the ongoing lecture. "If I don't get an A on my Poli Sci paper, I'm gonna fail the class."

"Do you have the money?" I asked, "It's going to cost you a lot this time."

I tried to concentrate on what the economics professor was explaining, but Robert pressed on, "I don't have a choice. I'm too late to write the damn paper. I'll pay whatever, I promise."

You'd think he would sound at least a little desperate while saying that, but no. Instead, he was staring straight at my boobs.

I bared my teeth in disgust. University teen boys like Robert were a lost cause. The only thing that they cared about was teen tits and a boob squeeze.

"Fine, fine!" I said finally, "Just leave me alone, Robert."

Robert looked up at me, smiled, thanked me, and exited the lecture hall. Finally, peace.

University was expensive, and university degrees were hard to come by, so I did a little side hustle. It started as a dare from my roommate, and it turned out as a paying gig.

I had to seduce my sexy Poli Scie professor, Bill, and I ended up loving it. He was crazy about my tight teen pussy and couldn't resist me when asked about slight grade alterations.

I headed towards Bill's office after my Econ lecture. His door was always open unless there was someone in consultation with him. He had his head in a stack of papers and was correcting them.

I approached and knocked on the door. Bill raised his head and looked at me.

"Oh, Lindsay, hey. Come on in," he said with a smile.

He was friendly to all his students. That's why everyone liked him so much. When I first tried to seduce him, I did it from pure ego. Now, I enjoyed being in his arms.

I walked in, closing and locking the door behind me. Bill leaned back in his chair and looked at me curiously. I smiled, and my eyes went to the stack of papers in front of him.

"Are those important?" I asked, pointing towards the papers.

"I'll prefer it if you don't get them wet," Bill said with a smirk.

"I would never spill anything on your precious work, honey," I said with a mocked horror in my intonation while I was rearranging his papers on the side of the desk. His eyes were following my every movement like a predator.

Once done with the papers, I walked around to his side and sat on his desk facing him. One of his hands slowly started caressing my leg just above the hem of my short skirt. My body reacted to his touch. I needed to tell him about Robert's grade before he laid me on his desk, and I forgot why I walked in there.

I took my panties off on my walk here. So when I sat further back on the desk with my legs spread wide, Bill's eyes glued to my shaved, naked vagina.

He was trying to stay calm, but I could see the desire in his eyes. His hands were gripping the armrests hard, stopping him from advancing on me. Then, he asked:

"What do you want now, Lindsay?"

I guess I wasn't too conspicuous with my ways of asking him favors. Yet, he had never complained about it.

"Robert Syllas. He's in your Poli Sci 201 class." I stated.

"What about him?" asked Bill bitterly, "Do you want me to give your boyfriend a good grade?"

I squinted my eyes at him and asked, "Do you really believe that a beautiful young woman like me will be interested in a teen jock who's barely out of puberty?"

I was staring straight into Bill's eyes. He looked conflicted, going back and forth from my face to my pink pussy. So, I decided to encourage him further. I laid back and wiggled my pussy closer to his face.

"Come on, Bill. Just say yes, and let's get to the fun part, where I can feel your cock twitching inside of me. What do you say?"

An erotic male groan escaped Bill's lips, and the muscles in my vagina tightened. Before I could react, Bill's mouth was lapping at my entrance as if his life depended on it. I arched my back, and when he inserted two fingers inside of me, a scream escaped my lips. Bill was quick to put a hand over my mouth.

My body was shaking, and I could feel the orgasm coming over me. I was so close to the edge when Bill stopped.

I tried to pull him back to me, groaning my protest and frustration. However, he was already standing up and unfastening his pants. His cock sprung forward, and my heart skipped a beat.

Bill's expression was carved in lust when he said, "I wanna see your squirting pussy come all over my cock, Lindsay."

A sigh of anticipation escaped my lips, and in the next moment, I felt Bill's hard length pushing inside of me. He was gentle and teasing at first, but then his thrusts quickened.

He took hold of one of my legs and leaned forward. I could feel him hit my g-spot on the inside, and his pubic bone was grinding against my clit. The position was on another level of torture and ecstasy.

One of his hands stayed on my mouth, making sure my moans and pleas didn't' leave the room, while the other snaked down to spank my ass.

"Mmm, I love your sexy teen ass, baby," groaned Bill, "Come on, baby, come for me."

I came hard with a muffled scream, and the orgasm was riding me hard.

When I finally came to my senses, Bill was panting on top of me, looking all pleased with himself.

"So, about Robert?" I asked breathlessly.

"Whatever," Bill replied with a smile.