Working on...
I’ve been working on an addition to the “fucking for grades” stories based on this caption (obviously expanded to a full short story): http://masterlovehurts.tumblr.com/post/171952000361
Professor Gerald Hoges is getting bored and a little disillusioned with all the girls in his classes who choose sexual acts for grades instead of putting in the time on the homework. As per the college rulebook, he is required to accept blowjobs in exchange for high marks on assignments. At first, it was fun, but he misses having students who were invested in getting an education… Is there anything that can really cheer him up?
This one is written much more from the male perspective (unlike a lot of my other stories).
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Here’s the working beginning, raw and barely edited:
Gerald, Professor Gerald Hoges that was, sat at his desk going over the few papers that had actually been turned in. He ran a hand over his bald head, remembering for a moment the thick, long locks of brown hair he’d had when he started teaching.
“I used to think that people coming to college really wanted to learn, but it’s really just so much business. It’s more about the college collecting money than it is about providing a truly educational experience,” he thought. “Look at this! Thirty papers out of a class of a hundred students and twenty-nine of those are from all of the guys in class! One girl! One girl turned in her assignment! The rest all chose to-”
A soft knock on the frame of his open door snapped him out of his thoughts. Looking up, he saw one of his students. She was leaning against the door, her slender hips jutting to one side, her small breasts pushed forward by some hidden wired bra, and her face a little slack as she chewed gum.
“Um, like, Mr. Hoges. I didn’t turn in my paper and I didn’t come in earlier, but I was wondering if I could-”
“Turn in your paper now? Sure, I’ll just have to deduce ten per-”
“What? No! I’m wondering if I can still, like, give you a blowjob and, like, get full credit?”
“Of course… Yeah, you can still do that… Miss Andrews?” he said.
“Rock! That’s me, Molly Andrews!” she squealed with a little jump, then fell to her knees, unzipped him, and pulled his cock out of his pants and into her mouth.
He sighed and watched his slowly hardening member start to stretch her lips while she worked his cock with her mouth and played with his balls with one of her slender hands.
The countless blowjobs from under-performing students had been exciting at first, but after a few years, it just became more bullshit he had to put up with while working as a professor.
“You know, you could just do your homework. You’d get better grades on your tests and you wouldn’t have to suck me off just to pass,” he said.
She popped her mouth off his cock for a moment and looked up at him. A thin line of her drool hung the tip of his cock to her lower lip, her eyes were a bit vapid, even though they sparkled with youth, and he wondered if she was trying to think over what he said or just trying to think, period.
“No. That’s okay. I prefer sucking cock to reading textbooks anyway,” she said and went back to sucking his dick.
She was good at it, at least. A lot of the girls who chose
He sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
“There are more girls like her every year. If this keeps up, my dick is going to wear out,” he thought but resigned himself to the situation.
“I’m supposed to tell you
“I’ll do it! You want my ass now or near the end of the semester?”
He sighed and pushed her mouth back down on his cock. “The end of the semester. That’s fifteen of you girls I’ll be fucking in the ass instead of grading already and it’s only the fourth week…”
He grabbed hold of a handful of Molly’s light-brown hair with each hand and started pounding her face down on his cock while thrusting his hips forward.
“No reason to go easy on her, just because I’m going through a bit of ennui,” he thought. “Maybe she’ll even rethink taking it in the ass instead of taking the exam if I’m rough enough with her face and throat now.”
He pulled her head back, leaving just the tip of his thick cock between her lips, her drool soaking her thin shirt, then slammed her head down, thrusting his cock into the back of her throat. The feel of her twitching and gagging, trying to make room for his rod, was familiar. Countless other young women had done the same thing before.
“Oh… You’re… you’re busy…” a soft voice said from his doorway.
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… … … More to come.
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