The Price of an A

The class was almost empty as the lecture had been over for a while.

Isabella took a deep breath, got up and left the lecture hall.

She went into Professor James's office to see him.

"Hi " she said, still blushing as she hurried up and began to help the professor pack up the books, as usual.

"Hello Isabella. How was your weekend ?" he smiled at her. Isabella blushed again.

"Fine, thank you" she said hurriedly and busied herself. Yet she couldn't stop thinking about her B grade. It was distracting her.

Just as she turned around to try and ask him about it, she'd forgotten he was right behind her and bumped into him, dropping all her books in the process.

Embarrassed and apologizing profusely, she forgot about her slutty clothes and bent down to pick up the books. When she remembered it was too late and all her breasts had popped out of her shirt. She peeked up at professor James to see his eyes fixated on her large bouncy boobs. He seemed transfixed on them like they were some sort of treasure.

Still on her knees, Isabella remembered her classmate's advice and said seductively, fluttering her eyelashes.

"I want an A professor, and I'm a good girl. I don't mind working for it. What do you want me to do for you?”

Isabella was a good observer and saw his eyes widen in pleasure but she knew he would refuse. Her eyes trailed down and she saw his cock almost bulging out of his pants.

So he was already hard for her, huh?

Licking her lips, Isabella got up, moved closer to him, placed her fingers in her mouth, wet them and placed them on his shirt.

“Isabella-“

Isabella let her fingers trail them down his chest until she got to his waist where she stopped, slipping her hand into his trousers and gripping his cock. Professor James moaned.

The size surprised Isabella so much she was almost scared. It was big, so much bigger than she'd ever felt. She couldn't wait to have it all in her.

"Talk professor. Confess.... " she whispered in his ears.

"Em-Isabella" he stuttered. "But I'm your professor."

"Then teach me a lesson.”

Isabella took out his dick, rubbing the tip.

James moaned again.

Then she bent down and licked the head of his dick.

"I've been a naughty girl sir

I'm making you cum in class. Punish me for it,” she whispered.

But she'd barely finished when he pulled her up and rammed his tongue into her open submissive mouth.

She was ready to do anything but gasped in shock as he roughly raised up her skirt and pounded his fingers into her pussy. Her pussy creamed his fingers as she moaned loudly. She couldn't believe it.

'Finally, Finally.'

Suddenly he stopped and with one try ripped her panties from her pussy. He then took one big sniff and sucked it, before throwing Isabella on his desk and licking her pussy too.

The first lick had her cumming.

She never thought they'd be here in his lecture hall, on his desk, fucking.

The sounds they were making...

"Professor ..... !" she moaned, her fingers clenching his shaggy black hair and her hips raising up to his eager tongue. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her closer to him.

"Sweet girl..." he groaned, his tongue flicking her clit, eliciting a moan from her.

"You are..." he panted softly before taking another couple long drags of his tongue along her wet lips and tingling clit again. He began to lick and kiss his way up her body until he reached her lips, withholding the kiss she so desperately wanted.

"I knew there was a reason you're my best student,” he said with a smirk before patting her on the head.

She gasped a bit dramatically and smacked his shoulder with pouty lips.

What gave her the courage, she didn't know.

"Don't patronize me!" she teased, crossing her arms beneath him.

He looked down at her and slid one hand up her side and around front to where her arms were crossed, then swiftly pushed both arms up above her head and held them down onto his desk where they crossed.

"Tsk... Such a stubborn girl. I thought I was your favorite teacher. I thought I had taught you better...." he said as if he was teaching in class.

She squirmed beneath him as a tingle shot through her. She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes. She was loving this!

"I’m so sorry sir. Please punish me. I don't want to disappoint you..." she purred.

"You deserve a dedicated student... I'll be yours, to use as you wish,” Isabella said, her face red with lust.

Isabella suddenly felt guilty immediately she said that, thinking of her boyfriend. But Professor James's lips on hers and his skillful kissing confused her. It felt right.

She boldly nipped at his lower lip and he growled, his grip on her arms tightening before he slipped his tongue along hers and kissed her deeply. She moaned from his kiss and pressed her body up against him. She could feel how hard he was against her thigh. She bent her right knee and slid her leg up to his hip, and he immediately reached down and pulled her other leg up as well before fumbling with his belt and pushing his trousers down along with his boxers.

Her eyes opened at the sound of his belt and trousers hitting the ground. She pulled away from his longing kiss and stared up at him. He peered down at her with desire. The passion in his eyes was much more intense than any look he had ever given her across the classroom when only her eyes would be on him. And his own. She could see it now. He had always wanted her too

"Sir-” she began to say but he cut her off, freeing her arms to place a finger on her lips to hush her. The fire was still burning in his eyes, but his face showed compassion. It was the face he gave her when she failed at something.

Like she had disappointed him with a bad grade.

"I've always wanted to fuck you,” he finally spoke, her tense heart melting.

"If I never told you... well, better late than never... And... we don't have to do this today. We could take things slow."