Getting The Grade Part Three: Got To Put In Work

“Damn you are a good cock sucker!” Daniel said.

I had tried to get out of sucking his shriveled tiny cock, but he had forced me. I wasn’t giving it my all, as the only person that got my best was Jerome.

I only saved the best for him. Daniel’s five-inch cock was not worth me going full tilt. Now Jerome’s cock was worth every ounce of effort.

Jerome gave me an A in cock sucking, and while I knew there were other skanky whores that Jerome fucked. I knew none of them could take all eleven inches of his cock in any of their holes.

“Here it comes, you better swallow if you want that A!” Daniel said as he pushed my head down.

‘You don’t need to hold my head down, idiot!’ I thought.

I was a whore, and a slut. I knew if I put it in my mouth, I was going to swallow, even if it came from a lame-ass professor.

His pathetic cock shot cum into my mouth, and I swallowed.

“You’re such a good slut!” Daniel lifted my short school skirt and spanked my ass.

“Just for your professor!” I winked.

“Remember same time tomorrow, and I want more than just a blow job!” Daniel said as he stood up and zipped his fly.

“I am looking forward to it, professor,” I cheered.

As soon as I left his classroom, I turned down the hall. “Fucking loser!” I exclaimed.

“Here,” one of my friends said as she met me in the other hall.

“Thanks!” I said as I took the mouthwash.

“You’re not supposed to swallow it!” another friend laughed.

“I had old man cum in my throat!” I said as we entered the female’s bathroom.

I entered the stall, and Jessica handed me the bag with my change of clothes.

“I heard they won last night,” one of my friends said as she put on makeup.

“You know what that means,” Jessica smiled.

“They are going to be extra excited tonight,” I smiled as I made sure my big tits were popping out the bra. I loved wearing a size or two smaller bras, as Jerome loved to see them.

I bent over and made sure he had easy access to everything. Jerome loved me in short skirts and thigh-high boots. I was his whore, and when he went to the NBA, I wanted to be his number one whore. Sure, his actual girlfriend could be his wife, but I wanted to beat out all the other skanks for that number-one mistress spot.

My grades would land me an excellent position to be his accountant or something like that so that he could fuck me on the down low, but that’s only if I kept them up.

“Ready?” the others asked after I applied my makeup.

“Let’s go!” I chimed.

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“Fucking take it you fucking slut!” Jerome slammed his cock into me deep as he was standing in his dorm with me wrapped around him.

I had my arms wrapped around his neck, and my legs flopped around like I was about to fly.

“Your fucking slut!” I yelled.

Jessica was on the floor getting fucked by Jerome’s roommate Eric.

We were right about one thing: they were more than excited about winning a big game in the championships.

This was the fourth time he had fucked me, and I was sure five, six, and seven were going to happen right after.

“You’re the only bitch for me now!” Jerome said as his large hands cupped my ass as he bounced me on his cock.

“What about the others,” I smiled as he was about to fill me with his cum.

“He dropped them,” Eric said. “Like a bad habit!”

Jerome put me on his bed after he came inside me.

“So, just me and girlfriend, huh?” I smiled as he cupped my tits.

“Nah, got rid of her too,” Jerome smiled. “Can’t go into the NBA with a butterface like her standing next to me.”

My tiny heart couldn’t take it.

“You mean, I am number one?” I smiled.

“Yup,” Jerome said. I could already feel his cock getting harder.

I knew he was just saying that. There were many women in his life. He just wanted to fuck me all night and have his options open.

I might be a slut, but I wasn’t dumb.

“Fuck me!” I said as I wrapped my legs over his shoulders.

Jerome smiled as he pushed his cock back into me.

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“Did you hear?” one of the other students asked as I sat down in class.

“No,” I put my things onto the table.

“The professor got killed last night,” one of the other students said.

“Yeah, his wife caught him in their bed with the babysitter,” the first student said. “She shot him dead.”

“I heard the babysitter had just turned twenty,” another student added. “She got away, but the professor’s dead.”

‘Damn now who was going to get me my grades,’ I said as the door closed and one of the board members brought in another professor.

He introduced himself and got the class started.

When all the other students left, I knocked on the door.

The professor was on the phone.

He motioned for me to come inside.

I turned away from him for a second to adjust my tits. ‘Let’s get to work,’ I thought as I turned back to him.

“One moment honey,” the professor said.

I looked at his hand, and sure enough, there was a wedding ring.

“I am sorry professor, but I was wondering about those extra credit assignments you mentioned earlier,” I said in my most sluttish, innocent voice.

“Ah, yes,” he said as he looked me up and down.

“Hold on babe, one of my students is here,” he said, muting the phone.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

I told him, and he nodded.

I bent over so he could see the long cleavage in front of him. He looked at my tits, then my ass.

“I am sure we can come up with something,” he said as he looked down at his crotch.

“Definitely!” I smiled as I got to my knees and took out his cock. ‘Another small one!’ I thought.

I started to suck on it.

“Yes, honey continue,” he said as he talked on the phone with his wife.

‘The things a slut has to do to get a grade,’ I thought.

The End