School Day Bribes

Being a professor my goal is to spread knowledge to new growing minds. I didn't think it would entail being bribed by a student with sex.

I'm a good looking guy for 42. I'm about 6'0"ft with a dad-build. My brown hair is somewhat long, but also short enough so I can use some gel on the side to hold the curls back. I have a mustache, but I like to keep the rest of my face cleanly shaven.

I actually had attended the university I currently teach at for my masters over 15 years ago. This'll be my 5th year working for them in the mathematics department teaching Calculus & Trigonometry. I've always been good with numbers and able to connect with people easily with my charismatic personality, so naturally I gravitated into teaching.

One thing I like about Math is that the numbers don't lie. You either get it, or you don't. I have the reputation from my students of being a 'hard ass' when it comes to grading, but it's not like I try to be. I want to challenge them, to better prepare them for what they may encounter in the job market. I encourage my students to study with peers, attend the tutoring center, or stop by my office whenever they need support. Nonetheless, Even with this hardened reputation, it's important to note that I also hold the chili pepper medal on ratemyprofessors.

Now, I've had my fair share of students looking at me in class with hooded eyes, thighs squeezed together in anticipation, but I've never encouraged it. I'm not married or in a relationship at this time, but I'd rather avoid being put in such a compromising position. I don't let my eyes wander on these young women for too long, but there's one student who has been crossing my mind quite frequently lately.

In 5 minutes I have a check-in with said student. A one on one. She's been struggling in the class and with her performance on last weeks test, I want to have a discussion on what's keeping her from succeeding; although, I feel that her grade is reflective of her attitude.

Her names Claire. She's 22 years old and nearly ready to graduate. She's not a horrible student, but not great either. Most of her assignments are mediocre work. She's in my 3rd period calc class and rarely pays attention. Choosing rather to shop online on her laptop or flirt with the other boys. It irks me that she puts her education on the back burner. Regardless, it's not her work that's on my mind. It's her body.

I've had my fair share of beautiful women, but Claire's a stunner! One of the first things I noticed about her, besides her curvy figure, were her eyes. They are this gorgeous honey-gold color and with her confident fierce stare, it makes my heart race.

Her outfits too are always on point. She's found the perfect attire to enunciate her luscious breasts and big ass all the while keeping it comfortable. To be frank, I don't think I've ever seen her in the same outfit twice.

We've spoken a few times, she always tries to dig into my personal life. Asking what, or who, I did over the course of the weekend. I brush it off with witty remarks, differing to other topics. My body reacts differently, rather buzzing in anticipation of us being together.

I know that students are to pay attention to their professor, but Claire's eyes have never been for learning. Everytime I see them, they are dripping in lust. I can only imagine the sexy scenarios playing on repeat in her mind.

A slow knock on my door brings me back to the now. I shake off my thoughts and go back to entering in the last of the test scores before muttering, "yes. Come in."

Claire slips in, a look of mischief on her face. She closes the door quietly behind her. She struts in like a cat stalking her prey. Her honey brown curls spray around her, the sides are pulled back and held together in a single braid. She wears a cat eye liner, further enunciating her amber eyes, with a soft baby pink lipstick to top everything off.

"Hi Mr. Ryan. Thanks for letting me meet with you this evening. I hope you didn't have to cancel any dates." I roll my eyes at her with a small smirk.

Her heels click against the floor with each step. Her sleek black silk dress clings to her breasts and enunciating her trim waist. The hem stops right below her ass. This looks more like an item of lingerie, that anything else. I can't help but let my eyes linger on her body. At my core I am a man after all.

"Oh don't humble yourself now. Please," I say, clearing my throat in the process, "take a seat."

She sits in the chair in front of my desk, crossing her smooth tan legs over eachother. My eyes wander from the tips of her heels up her smooth legs. My hands itch to feel the warm skin. Her presence warms up the room.

"So, how has your day been?" She asks while smoothing her dress down against her thighs. I watch her movements intently.

"It's been fine, a little slow. Thank you for asking."

I lean back in my chair, raising my eyebrow in curiosity before going to speak.

"How are you today? Must be something important on your mind to show up here." I say this jokingly. Claire has never come to meet with me outside of class. I was somewhat surprised when I saw her request for a one-on-one. It's out of the ordinary for sure.

She quirks up the corner of her lip in a tight smile. "I've been better. To be honest with you, I feel somewhat upset and disappointed."

I know what she must be referring to. I passed the midterms back out Tuesday and her grade wasn't the best. "I'm sorry to hear. What's got you upset?" I bring my hands together in a somewhat mock curiosity.

She flips her hair over her shoulder and gives me her full attention. "Well, it's the mid-term."

See? I knew it.

Claire pulls the exam booklet from her bag and plops it down on my desk. I close my eyes, quickly admiring the soft vanilla scent of her perfume wafting in the air.

"I can't have a D Mr. Ryan."

I looks at the big red letter atop the first page. I remember going through her test. She was quick to finish, even upon my warning to double check her answers.

"I understand you're frustrated. But see this as an opportunity to re-learn what was missed."

She pouts at this. "But I feel like I did understand them! I mean, I studied so hard." She can whine all she wants, but it's not gonna work on me.

I point back to the exam, tapping my finger on top three times. "This tells me that you don't understand yet."

She purses her lips, taking a moment to form her next sentence. "Look Mr. Ryan. Just... is there any way we can change this?"

"Well, if you're willing to go over what you missed in its entirety then I'd be willing to give you some additional points."

She shakes her head at this. "I kinda don't have the time. I have to meet with my Daddy in 2 hours and I need it changed before I go and see him."

With students on the cusp of a C, I have no problem helping them out by adjusting the percentage, but Claire barely made it to a 60%. I

"I'm sorry Claire, but I can't reverse it." I push the papers back towards her with the back of my pen. "We can go over the concepts together, but if you're unwilling to put in the hard work--."

Claire shakes her head, her bouncy curls shimmering around her. "Please Mr. Ryan, just this one time I need you to help me out here." I can see the worry in her eyes, the facade of her strong demeanor crumbling. "If my Daddy sees this score, he'll pitch a fit. There's no telling what he'll do."

I shrug my shoulders. "I'm sorry Claire, learning takes time." I look at her with a soft, yet firm expression. "Claire, this is your education we're talking about. Isn't it important? I mean, you're paying money to learn!"

She smirks at this. "Actually, it's my father who's paying for it, which is why he'll get pissy." Claire lets out a huff. "To be honest with you, I never wanted to go to college. I just wanna be free to do whatever I want."

Now that, I can believe. I could imagine Claire marrying a rich man made of money, living as a stay at home wife in a mansion of luxury. Her writing body twisting in the white linens as her husband buries his cock inside her like a free-use toy.

A shiver runs down my spine. Fuck, what the hell am I thinking?

"Well, Claire, if you're unwilling to put in the time and effort, there's nothing I can do for you."

Claire smiles at this, I can see a clever plan brewing. "I can put in the hard work, just not for math. I came here to convince you to bring me up to at least 70%. This will keep Daddy happy."

I can't help but openly laugh at her request. She's out of her mind if she thinks I'll change the grade just so the cash flow isn't restricted. "Claire, if you don't want to study don't expect me to pass you."

"Just this one time, I need this exception. I promise you Mr. Ryan. On the next test I'll study harder."

I mull over her request. It doesn't take me long to come to a decision. "I'm sorry Claire, but no. There's nothing you can do to change my mind."

Claire stands up abruptly. "I bet I can convince you another way." She struts slowly towards me. I scrunch my face in confusion. What does she mean 'convince me?'

"Mr. Ryan," she says while gliding the tip of her finger against the desk as she walks around the desk toward my seat. "How long has it been since you've felt a woman's touch?"

Claire squeezes between me and the desk, using her foot to gently push me back. She places her hands palm side down on the hardwood, leaning back to look at me beneath low lashes.

"How long has it been since someone's pleased you?"

I can feel the sweat beginning to bead at the base of my neck, my heart races under her lustful gaze. I feel like I know where this is going, or at least my body does as blood rushes into my cock.

"Claire, what are you saying?" I can't help but laugh internally when my voice cracks at the end. I know exactly where this is heading. Is it wrong that I secretly want what she's offering? "I'm not as desperate as you assume me to be."

She arches her eyebrow at this, not believing me one bit. She licks her lips and slowly bends down to kneel on the floor. My legs are already spread, allowing her entry. There's electricity cracking in the air between us.

"Don't be brass. With your charm, I know you've got plenty of ladies on your roster." She places her hands on my knees and begins sliding up my legs slowly. "But you've never experienced someone like me." When her fingers reach the top she pulls me by the belt, closer. I let out a gasp in surprise. My body trembles in anticipation, begging to be touched.

"If you help me with my D," she lowers her eyes towards my crotch, "maybe I can help you with yours?"

My cock is raging at this point. The hard flesh wanting nothing more to bury itself in Claire's wet warm mouth. To entangle my fingers in her hair and bend her mouth to my will. Nonetheless, I continue to push back.

"Claire, are you serious?" I chuckle in half nervousness half astonishment. Her slow stroking sends tingles up my thighs. This is a first for me. I've never had a student ready and willing to suck me off for their academics.

"Mmhm," she mumbles, unlooping my belt and lowering the zipper in the process. "I've never been more serious. I want you Mr. Ryan." I grab her wrist tightly, stopping her climbing fingers from exploring any further.

"Claire, I'm flattered, but we can't do this. It's breaking a boundary." I say, trying to keep my voice stern, but it's really no use. It's true that it has been a hot minute since I've felt the touch of a woman, let alone one as young.

Claire just looks at me with a smirk. She's determined to complete her quest of swallowing me while. "Oh come on Mr. Ryan, don't be such a prude." She twists her arm and flicks my hand off her. Her bratty quality causes my cock to jump. Her fingers find what they are looking for and grip my dick through my boxers.

"Mmm... shit!" I hiss as she squeezes and plays with the bulge. "I know you want this. I've seen the way you look at me in class." She slips her hand up and under the waistband. "Like a man starved for attention." I let out a deep groan when she squeezes my package. "Like a man in need of sweet release."

My body wants nothing more than to give in to the hungry little vixen at my feet. "Fuck Claire," I groan, "do you know what you're saying right now?"

"Come on Mr. Ryan," she purrs, "let's be friends and help each other out." With a quick pull, she pulls my boxers down to my thighs. My rock hard cock springs up, bobbing in the air before her. Its red and angry from all the teasing. Blue veins stretching up under the crown. There's precum already glistening at the purple tip.

"Holy shit!" Claire stares at my member in delight. "I just knew you'd have a big yummy cock, but fuck are you girthy!" I'm about 6 inches long, but as wide as a soda can. Big semen-filled orbs hang below the shaft. "I bet you've got all the ladies gagging."

I turn my head away, cheeks stained pink. "Stop it Claire! You shouldn't say things like that." I feel so expose, raw and cut open before her. "If someone were to find out," I say moving my head quickly from side to side in expression, "I'd lose my job!"

My mind becomes a puddle when she wraps her delicate hand around my raging beast. Her cool skin sends shivers down my limbs. She smiles at me, chuckling at my quivering. I feel so helpless. My body has given in to her lustful advances.

"Well, if you don't tell, I won't either."

Claire slowly starts jacking my cock up and down, my cock is so wide her fingers can't fully wrap around my girth. She watches me intently, chucking when I thrust my hips up involuntarily to meet her tight grip.

"Oh god," I groan out. "Claire, you must stop." I don't sound convincing in the slightest. My body is betraying my mind. The beast inside me begs for sexual connection.

"Come on Mr. Ryan." She says letting her tongue flick out to wet the seam of her lips. I let out a gasp when she kisses her way up my cock, starting at the base journeying slow to the engorged mushroom tip. "Just relax and enjoy the show."

My eyes roll to the back of my head as she envelopes my cock in her sweet mouth. Her tongue flutters around the spongy tip, tasting the salty precum dribbling out. She doesn't break eye contact in the slightest. Her golden eyes look up at me with a determination I've never seen before as I watch her gobble me up.

The combination of her gentle sucking and warm wet mouth is too much. My will breaks and I give in to this taboo desire. At this point I don't care about any repercussions or punishment for our cohabitation. All I care about right now is cumming deep down her throat.

"Fuck it," I tangle my hand in her hair, "I want you." I can feel her smile around my shaft as she begins swallowing more. "Suck my cock Claire. I wanna see you take it all!"

From the way she twists her lips and tongue around me, I know she's done this before. I watch in a trance at my rigid cock sliding in and out. When she brings a hand down to fondle my balls I moan my appreciation.

"Oh Claire," I groan, "what am I going to do with you." Her lips are completely stretched. She can only take 3 inches in total before I hit the back of her throat, she uses her hand to jerk the remainder of my rod. She's gonna have to swallow all 6-inches if she wants her grade changed.

"Don't be modest know. I know you can take it all." I use the hand entangled in her hair to push her down. When she sputters and coughs, I pull back to let her breathe. She uses the back of her hand to wipe the spit from her face.

"I'm sorry Mr. Ryan. You're just so thick it's hard to take it all. You're much bigger than what I'm used to."

My cock jumps in appreciation of her honest confession. She's so cute and innocent. Now I have to be the first one to break in that tight little throat.

I beckon her to wrap her lips back around me. "The key is to breathe through your nose and to relax your throat. It might be tight at first, but with practice I know you can swallow me entirely."

With this encouragement, she licks her lips before swallowing me up once more. She gets 70% inside before coughing once more. "Don't worry, it can take a couple tries, but you'll do it." I gently pat her head.

It takes a couple more minutes of practice before she's relaxed enough to take me balls deep. I hold her still, guiding her face up and down my rod. "Take a breath Claire, here comes the rest. I push down, her nose digging into my groin and my balls pressed snuggly against her chin. The large sacks filled with warm sperm, just waiting to fill her belly.

You can see the outline of my cock when looking at her throat. She looks up at me with a couple tears weeping from the corners of her eyes. What a good obedient slut.

"That's it Claire, hold it for just a little longer now."

I tip my head back in ecstasy. The feeling of her tight throat constricting against my flesh sends waves of pleasure through my body. When her squeezes for air go from rhythmic to sporadic, I slide all the way out.

She gasps for air to catch her breath. I watch her small frame compose itself as my spit-covered cock bobs angrily between my legs. "You know Mr. Ryan," Claire admits, "I kinda wish you had a smaller dick. It would make everything so much easier."

I laugh at this, grabbing my cock and stroking it from base to tip. She watches as I please myself, she subconsciously reaches down to rub her needy pussy. "Come on Claire, you must know by now that nothing about me is easy."

I lean down and grab her chin with my fingers, forcing her to look directly at me. "I wanna see how dedicated you are to your academics." I lean back and push the bulbous head down against her lips. "Now, open your mouth."

I slide in easily. With both hands on either side of her head I start face fucking her. Her eyes are closed tight as my cock buries in her throat, gags and squelches fill the air with each hard piston.

"That's it Claire," I praise, "you're doing so good." The feeling is intense, like my soul is being pulled out. She's doing so well. Many ladies have given up, unable to handle the stretch from my girthy cock, but Claire pushes through.

Soon my engorged sacks begin to tremble. My breathing turns ragged and my thrusts become inconsistent. Fuck, I'm close to cumming. With a few more thrusts, I know I'll unravel. "Claire, get ready, cause I'm gonna cum. I lean back, bracing myself for the orgasm to cum, when a knock at the door sounds.

Our movements still abruptly. A chill runs down my spine with my eyes flinging wide open. Not once during our sensual connection did I register that the door was unlocked. Claire looks up at me with wide eyes, helpless and full of fear.

Fuck!

I look around for a way for Claire to slip out, but there's no time. As the door opens I push Claire under the desk. Scooting my chair all the way to my chest to cover both her and my exposed crotch and just in the nick of time as the Dean makes his way inside my office.

"Mr. Adam's," I greet, my voice filled with nervousness "what can I do for you this fine evening?" I kick myself internally at this last part, I sound so suspicious.

He stands tall in his Armani suit, a very clean and polished man. I actually have a great relationship with the Dean and always welcome his company, except at a moment like this.

"Hi Greg," he says moving to take a seat at the chair in front of my desk, which currently has Claire's purse right beside it. He notices this of course, flicking his eyes from the bag to me. He has a questioning look on his face. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, are you with a student?"

Claire runs the tip of her manicured nails down the sides of my calf, causing me to twitch.

"No not at all, my last student left her bag. I'll return it to her tomorrow." My heartbeat pounds in my ear.

"Ah I see, good good." He takes a seat, getting comfortable before moving to speak. "I wanted to talk to you about something, specifically about the new courses we'd like to offer next semester."

I nod my head, shaking away Claire's hand which continues to trickle its way up the seam of my thigh. "Of course, what about them?"

"Well. We've been able to lock in 80% of the staff needed, but there are still a few mathematics courses that we have on hold. I--."

I nod along, trying to act engaged and interested in what he has to say; however, my mind is long gone. The warm breath coming from Claire's lips, mixed with her teasing caresses, makes my memory hazy.

"--and since you have a good relationship with the other professors maybe you could encourage them to sign up for them."

All I can do is mumble an "absolutely" as Claire starts pumping my cock slowly. I let out a sigh as she starts licking and sucking my cock once more. She's smart and takes it slow, making sure Mr. Adam's doesn't hear her slurps.

"That's just what I was hoping to hear. You know, Mr. Andersen has shown quite the results with his classes test scores this last quarter and--."

Each slow stroke of Claire's wet sweet mouth makes my head spin. I see the Dean's mouth moving, but I can't hear him. All I can register is the way my cock is being pleasured beneath the desk.

"Greg?"

The Dean looks at me with a raised eyebrow, obviously looking for a further discussion. "So you'll talk to him, yeah?"

I move to speak when Claire swallows my cock entirely in one gulp. Instead, I let out a gasp, which I attempt to play off as a cough. I feel her chuckle softly against me. Liking the hold she has on me in this moment.

"O-Of course! I have a meeting scheduled with Professor Andersen tomorrow morning. I'll run it by him and get back to you."

Claire slips my length from her throat and starts focusing her attention on the red throbbing tip. Her tongue swipes over the ridges in a teasing dance. I feel like I'm being hypnotized. I need the Dean to leave as soon as possible, right now matter of fact.

"Great, thank you Greg!" Mr. Adams says in appreciation, "and of course if anyone has questions, please steer them my way. Oh! Are you still gonna come to the BBQ at Johnson's tomorrow? I heard a lot of the faculty is going. Should be fun!"

I know we're good friends, but I can't hold on much longer. Claire is sucking me off like a fiend. The urge to cum is building, she's sucking it right out of me.

"Of course, me and --mmph!" I groan as she starts squeezing and massaging my balls in her hand.

Adam looks somewhat concerned, letting out a chuckle, "everything alright?" He gets up to come over to the side of me, but I throw up my hand, waving him hastily away. I can feel the sweat dripping down my temples.

I hold up my hand, halting him in his tracks. My head shakes back and forth, my face red with embarrassment. "I'm fine, sorry Jake, but it's... I... I just remembered there's a student waiting on Zoom for me. I forgot about this meeting today and I'm already 5 minutes late."

He nods in understanding. "No need to say anymore." his hands to flatten down the ruffled parts of his suit. "I'll get out of your hair. We'll chat more tomorrow okay?" Mr Adams then strides over to the door.

"Thank you, I look forward to it."

Claire pops my cock from her lips and starts licking it up and down. Like a popsicle. She better prepare herself, for this behavior, she'll be getting more than just her face fucked.

Before he leaves, I pipe up with a quick request. "Mr. Adams, can you please lock the door too?" I point towards the push lock. I don't want a repeat of this occurring.

"Of course, have a good evening Greg."

Once the door is closed I push my seat back, to look down at Claire. My face is pulled back in a snarl, anger dripping from me.

"You little slut," I hiss, "we could have been caught!"

Claire shrugs me off, wiping the spit from her face with the back of her hand. "Whatever, we didn't did we?" She points a finger at me, "besides you loved it. I could feel you throbbing against my tongue. Look at yourself!"

I give her a silent harsh look. She's not wrong, that was one of the hottest things to have happened to me in my entire life. "If you want your grade bumped up 10%, then you're gonna have to do a lot more than just suck me off."

I shoot my hands out, grabbing her forearms. Claire squeals with laughter when I drag her out from under the desk and up to her feet. Once she is, I push her down on the desk, until she's lying with her breasts and torso flat against the cold wood.

"Oh Mr. Ryan, what are you gonna do to me?" Claire moans while shaking her little ass in the air. I flip the bottom of her dress onto her back. I rip down her lacy thong, letting it pool around the floor at her ankles.

Her pink pussy is now on full display. Her plump lips peel back to expose her dripping wet slit. I take in a deep breath, savoring her sweet pheromones. She wants this too. I take my engorged cock and slide it around her opening, covering myself in her slickness. Preparing myself for raw entry.

I lean down close, right my against her ear and whisper. "I'm gonna fuck you."

With this I push hard and start sliding in, quite easily with how wet she is too. Claire lets out a deep low moan. Her pussy is so fucking tight. I gnash my teeth as I push more inside. It feels like my cock is being squeezed in a vice grip.

"Ohhhhhh fuck, Mr. Ryan!" Claire whines, "you're so fucking big!"

With one more push, I feel a small pop before burying completely to the base. My eyes close, leaning my head back to enjoy the sensation. Her walls vibrate around me.

"You feel heavenly," I moan. "Right now, you're all mine."

My hands lie on either side of her hips, thumbs resting on her lower back. She wiggles, grinding her ass against me. "Fuck me Mr. Ryan," she begs, "please, fuck me!"

Neither of us talk, silent. The room is filled with the sounds of our carnal pleasures. Moans and slapping skin echoes throughout the small space. Her cheek rubs on the desk. Her eyes squeezed shut in concentration, taking my thick beast. My sperm-filled sacks plop loudly against her creamy thighs, reminding both of us of what's to come.

Claire brings up her arms, to brace herself when my thrusts speed up. "Oh-h y-yes. Stuff-f m-me with y-your big-g dick!"

I slide in and out of her wet pussy from balls to tip, making sure to slam down hard. I'm entranced as her red puffy lips cling to my retreating cock, holding on for dear life. Strings of thick gooey juices leak from her slit, clinging to us both with each wet squish.

"Push back against me and milk my cock, I wanna see how badly you want that grade changed."

Claire immediately obeys. Pushing back to meet my hard thrusts with vigor.

"Good girl," I praise, "just like that!"

"Harder Mr. Ryan!" Claire screams, "please fuck me harder, I'm so close!" Her pussy is fluttering wildly. Each vibration coaxing my cock further up into her core.

I shirt my body so that I'm leaning more over her, holding Claire down now by her shoulders. My eyes close as I pound her down into the desk. At this angle, the tip squishes against her cervix with a wet kiss.

"That's the spot," I groan, "right fucking there."

My thrusts are so hard against her pelvis that the desk starts squeaking forward along the floor. "Yes! Yes" she screams, just like that, I'm right there!"

So am I.

"Ohhhh fuck-k I'm cumming, Mr. Ryan! I'm cumming!!"

Claire's pussy starts violently spasming on my cock. I've never felt anything so tight. "Cum! Cum on my big fucking dick!" Her walls suck me in, squeezing my rod in waves from base to tip, literally milking me for what I'm worth. I don't stop my thrusts in the slightest. I continue fucking her into orgasm. When the cum boils up my shaft, I know I'm cooked.

"Claire, it's my turn." I say breathlessly. Pushing down harder so she can't get away. "I'm gonna cum inside you."

Claire pushes her hips back like the little slut she is. My hips smash hard into her jiggling ass. She'll be feeling this fuck for weeks. "Do it Mr. Ryan! Cum inside me!"

I close my eyes and let out a loud groan when the first cumshot explodes from the tip. "Fuck Claire, here it comes!" It splashes directly against her flexing womb before pooling around the opening of the tight ring of a muscle. Rope after rope of hot warm cum sprays the inside of her womb, unleashing frantic little swimmers looking to hit their mark.

I fall over, lying on top of her now. "Oh Mr. Ryan," Claire whimpers softly, "I can feel it, I can feel you cumming inside me!"

I make sure to hold us still as I ride out my orgasm. I've never cum this hard in my entire life! I can feel my bones vibrating. Every throb, every pulse can be felt everywhere. I'm surprised I'm even standing at this point. I hold myself still for the entirety of my orgasm.

My cock is absolutely spent. I gently peel myself up and off of her. I wince slightly when I move away. Claire whimpers when I pull out of her well-fucked hole. Our panting breaths fill the air, I fall back in my chair exhausted, Claire stays put, trying to come back to Earth, holding onto the desk for dear life.

I pumped my cum so deep inside that it takes a minute to slide its way out. After a couple minutes I finally see a pebble of white.

I watch, like a man proud, as thick globs of semen bubble out her pussy. The creamy gooeyness slides down her red puffy lips, clinging to her clit before dripping to the cool hard flooring below.

"Fuck Mr. Ryan," Claire sighs as she shifts onto her back, using her arms to prop up her body. She slides her hand down, using a finger to scoop up the trail of gooey cum sliding from her twitching slit. "You came so much!"

All I can do is shrug. "It was unavoidable, your pussy was milking me dry." I watch as she examines my semen. She runs it along the tip of her fingers, admiring the viscosity. I hope she's on birth control. With how much cum I shot inside, she'd get pregnant for sure.

Claire pops her fingers into her mouth. I watch her every move as she sucks them clean. When done, she stands up brushing down her hair and shimmying her dress back down her body. She kicks away the panties, deciding to leave it crumbled on the floor..

I sit with my cock out, now half hard and lying on my thigh. She looks at me with a smile, knowing how well she drained me. Gingerly I tuck myself away.

"So," she says walking back around the desk to rummage through her bag, "with this I can count on my grade to be changed?" She takes out some lipstick and goes to fix her smudged lips.

"Yes, I'm a man of my word."

I scoot towards the desk, opening my laptop to update her score. I hand her a print out of her current up to date class grade. "Here, you can show this to your father." Before handing it over, I quickly pause to point a firm finger at her. "But this was a one time thing," I warn, "we can't do this again."

She gives me a big smile, I can't ignore the rush of heat that swirls in my cock again. " Whatever you say. Thank you Mr. Ryan." Claire snatches the paper and grabs her bag, looping it back onto her shoulder before going to leave.

"Hey!" I chime, " I'm serious! This was a one time thing. This can never happen okay?" Oh how wrong I would find myself to be.

Claire unlocks the door and opens it, before leaving she looks at me from over her shoulder seductively. "We'll see." Claire gives me one last wink.

"I'll see you around, professor."