The Bad Professor

Kirti was a student who was used to doing well and now she was not only doing poorly, but actually failing. The brightest in her English-medium Convent school, grades had come easy to her and now she was failing herself and, even more worrisome, her parents. So proud that their daughter had been admitted to one of the most prestigious programs in the state, her parents taken out a loan on their house to pay for her schooling. She had done well in the first year, but then things changed. Classes became harder. The competition too much. The first year had made her complacent. She had decided to enjoy herself a little too much. A late night out here. A class skipped there. Her parents did not know how poorly she was doing, but that would not last long. She pictured her parents' disappointment and shame. The only solution now was to see her professor. Beg for his mercy. Maybe she could retake the exam? Do extra work? Something! Maybe Professor Seth would be willing to bargain. She had never really spoken to him, but he always seemed personable enough in class, often chatting with students between classes, breaking up the lesson with jokes.

Professor Seth's door was partly open, which she took as an encouraging sign as she politely knocked.

"Come in."

Professor Vikram Seth looked at the girl, remembering her from his class. A bright student. He had expected more from her. As she entered, he couldn't help but notice that she was an attractive girl, sensuous even. Wavy black hair framed a fair complexioned face. Large brown eyes. Full lips. She was thin with long legs sheathed in the school's required knee-high white socks and the simple brown skirt. Nothing revealed but a lot hinted. A white blouse stretched taut against full, pert breasts. Perhaps it was his lustful imagination, but were her nipples outlined against the fabric?

"Professor, sir." Her voice was soft, hesitant. She was frozen under his ogling stare, felt stripped by him. Boys and men had always looked at her like that since she had developed. Large breasts on a thin frame always seemed to draw the wrong eye. Having her professor stare at her with such open lust wasn't something she had expected and she shuffled her feet nervously. She wondered whether coming to him had a been a bad idea. But then she remembered her parents. She couldn't fail. She smiled at him.

"Sir. I would like to talk to you, sir. About my marks, sir."

Professor Seth leaned back in his chair and nodded. "Of course, Ms. Jindal. To be fair, I was also surprised by your marks. I had expected better of you. I thought you would be topping my class. Not failing"

His voice was calm, but she cowered. The rebuke stung. Professor Seth was in his early forties. Tall, strongly built and with a fatherly paunch. He had an intimidating air of authority about him.

"Yes, sir. I know I haven't done as well as I could have." Her eyes were pleading. Desperation made her voice crack. "I was hoping I could have a chance to fix my results."

Seth leaned forward and gestured for her to take a seat as he tapped the desk with his pen. "The session is over, Kirti. I am not sure anything can be done."

"Sir, please! I am begging you." She leaned forward, tears starting to well in her pretty brown eyes. A part of him liked that. She was so very pretty. "I can't fail this class, sir. I need to pass for next session, sir."

Adjusting his cock as it slowly began to harden at the sight before him, Professor Seth rose from his chair and gave a deep sigh. "I don't know my dear. There is no time for you to take the exam again and I won't have time to grade extra work. The results are due tomorrow."

Kriti crumbled in the seat, biting her lip to keep from crying. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Please, sir. There must be something."

He looked at the girl. There were a lot of pretty students that had passed through his classes over the years. He had enjoyed fucking a lot of them. But it was always the ones that didn't throw themselves at him that really got him hard. The delicate ones. The ones that needed him but never really understood what he could truly offer. What he could really teach them. The ones like Kriti. Professor Seth walked behind her to the door and imperceptibly locked it. He came to stand behind Kirti, hands resting on her shoulders. She tensed at his touch. He massaged her shoulders. So, delicate. His cock twitched as his eyes lingered on the swell of her breasts.

"I do not like to see such a bright, talented student hurt." He sighed. "It would be very sad to see you fail. Kriti, what if we just get past this exam. You did not fail by much. I can find some points somewhere and get you passed."

Kriti looked up at the professor, wiping away the tears. "Sir! You would do that?"

"Of course, my dear." He said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "But of course, you will have to do something for me."

"Sir! Anything, sir!" She exclaimed, excitement and hope filled her voice. He smiled.

"Good. I am glad you feel that way." He leaned down as his hand moved from her shoulder to cup her breast. She stiffened. He liked the look in her eyes as she realized what he expected in return. It was always the same look. She didn't move as his hand squeezed the pliant flesh.

"Sir, I -"

He leaned in and whispered into her ear. "My dear, do you wish to pass or not?"

Kirti's mind raced, roiled with confusion and fear. Her breath caught as she suffocated on the damning choice she had to make. The shame of going home after a year? The shame of going home a used woman? This was her professor. Why was he doing this? Demanding this?

In the frozen moment, she barely registered the man's hands moving to unbutton the blouse.

"Please, sir. Something else." She whispered. Her words were like a script. "Anything else."

His hands continued to unbutton the blouse until it was open, revealing the thin, cotton bra beneath.

"Shhh. Its okay, my dear." Professor Seth whispered. "You will pass the class. Does anything else matter?"

He gently pulled her back into the chair, his fingers trailed up her abdomen. One hand cupped a breast. The other wrapped around her throat to turn her head up toward him. He leered over her before kissing her on the forehead. It seemed an oddly gentle, fatherly kiss to Kriti for a man who was rubbing a slowly hardening nipple.

"Stand up, my dear." She didn't resist when he pulled her up from the chair. She said nothing when he peeled her blouse off and let it fall to the floor. He stepped back to look at her, licking his lips. "Let me tell you something, my dear that will help in your life. You are such a pretty young woman. And, sometimes, you must use what you are given to get what you want."

He continued to look at her, taking her in. She looked down at the floor. His shoes were like her father's. Simple brown leather. "My dear, look up at me please." She did as she was told and looked at him. He smiled.

"Take off your bra."

Kriti looked at her professor. She didn't move as tears again began to well up. She had never been naked before a man. A turmoil of emotions engulfed her. Fear. Shame. Self-doubt. She knew where this was going, and she knew could not stop it. He nodded in a way that was both command and encouragement. She reached behind her to unclasp the bra. She covered her breasts with her arm as it fell to the ground. Professor Seth sighed. "You don't need to cover yourself. You are so very beautiful, my dear."

He pulled her arm down to her side so she stood naked before him. She was as fine a specimen as he had expected. Her breasts were firm. Their size accentuated by the otherwise thinness of her frame. So delicate. Moving forward, he cupped her breasts, rough palms scouring dark nipples that were hardening of their own accord as he kneaded the pliant flesh. No one had touched her like that and an unbidden moan escaped her lips. She stiffened in shame as her breath caught. The tears that had welled in her eyes rolled down her cheeks. Professor Seth wiped away the wetness. "Now, now, my dear. This is nothing to cry about. Your body needs this. Deserves this."

He leaned forward and planted a kiss in the wide expanse between her breasts. Again, her body responded with a soft shudder. Was it fear and shame or was Professor Seth right? Was it her body asking for this? How was she not fighting against this? Why wasn't she walking out of the room? Why was she allowing a man old enough to be her father to touch her so easily? Her mind became a fog of confusion. "You will like this."

He flicked his tongue on her throat, then trailed kissed down her chest to take a breast into his mouth. He suckled noisily, teasing the nipple. The other hand prowled from breast to torso to lower back. Her fear overcome by sensations she had never really felt before, she moaned again. He released her breast and the kisses trailed down the flat plain of her abdomen till they reached the hem of her skirt.

"Professor." The word came out without thought. He chuckled. His hand went up her skirt to cup an ass cheek and the chuckle turned to a laugh as he touched bare skin before finding the thin line of the thong between her cheeks. This was a surprise. Perhaps not as delicate as he had first thought.

"Well, my dear. This is a surprise." He rose and grinned at her. "Such underwear for such a ... shy thing?"

She blushed. "I .. I .."

"No. No. You don't need to say anything." He moved away from her and sat down in the chair. His hand falling to stroke his burgeoning erection through his pants. "Take of your skirt."

"Professor, please. I ..."

Ignoring her protestations and distress, he unzipped his pants and released his cock. Her eyes fixated on it. The only time she had seen a cock was in a magazine years ago. She and her friend had giggled at the pictures. The professor's cock was massive. A thick, long shaft ending in a bulbous head that glistened as it peeked out from a receding foreskin. He stroked the shaft. His tone became hard. "I said take off your skirt."

Kriti looked away and did as she was told. The brown skirt fell to the ground to reveal a small triangle of white cotton that barely covered the dark space between her legs. She didn't bother to cover herself as her professor took her in.

"I want you to touch yourself. Touch your titties." There was vulgarity to his words beyond even what he asked her to do. When she just stood there staring, he repeated himself, his tone again turning hard and commanding.

She did as she was told and began to caress her breasts. She had touched herself before. She knew what aroused her and it was hard not to fall into practice. She lost herself to her touch, drifting away into a trance that helped her forget that she was doing this in front of her professor. She felt herself getting wet, an ache building inside her.

He watched her as she touched herself. He could tell she was getting off. "Very nice Kirti but now I want you to do something else. Slip your panties off." Reluctantly, but surely, Kirti pulled her white cotton panties down. A pink pussy glistened beneath tufts of trimmed coarse, black hair. Professor Seth sighed at the sight. Then, he had her take her socks off and she was standing before him completely naked. An odd part of her expectantly waited judgement. Not just judgement. Approval.

"You are a beautiful woman, Kriti." He said.

He had her sit on the edge of the desk and pulled his chair closer so she could place her feet on the arm rests of the chair. Her legs were spread and her pink pussy glistened. He liked that she followed his directions so readily. The delicate ones were often the most pliable.

"Touch your pussy Kirti. I want to see you touch yourself." Closing her eyes, she slowly lowered her hand and began to rub herself. She felt her pussy get wetter in spite of herself. She knew how to touch herself and her body began to respond. A finger found the nub of her hardening clit. She moaned as she unconsciously drove two fingers into the wet cunt.

"I am glad you are coming around, my dear. I want you to enjoy this assignment." His hands reached forward to caress her bare thighs. Dark fingers on her fair skin. They drifted inward until thumbs found the lips of her pussy, spreading them. She moaned again, her own fingers working inside the bright, wetness of her cunt.

He moved her hand away and she felt his breath on her pussy. And, then his tongue began to lap at the slick juices of her sex, flicked at her clit, drove into her warm softness. Her eyes still closed, she imagined herself elsewhere. She moaned in her own world as her body responded against her protestations.

Her body began to tense as her desire built. He sensed the nearness of her release and doubled his efforts. Fingers caressing and spreading, tongue lapping and flicking. The tension became a shudder and from that shudder she found release with a loud groan. Kriti opened her eyes. Her breathing was ragged and her sweat-coated chest was heaving. She looked down at her professor as he moved back from her grinning. Her juices glistened on his mouth and chin.

"Professor, I ..." Her face flushed, but she no longer knew if it was in shame or desire. She had never felt something like that. She knew her body and had never thought someone else could as well.

Professor Seth gently brought her legs down and then helped her rise from the desk. "I told you, my dear. Earning a pass doesn't have to be hard."

"Now, my dear, get on your knees. It is your turn." She looked at him with confusion and he grinned. "You are going to suck my cock."

She hesitated. She had never even seen a cock, much less touched one. And, he wanted her to put it into her mouth. "Sir, I don't ... I can't -"

"My dear. It is only fair." He looked at her, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it on the chair. And, then his pants and underwear fell to the ground. She looked at him, barely taking him in as her mind again reeled. He was not unhandsome. He was once a powerfully built man perhaps even athletic, but age had softened his body. Her eyes fell to his now naked cock. The massive member jutted forward from a thick patch of greying pubic hair. The engorged veins pulsated as it twitched in his hand. The foreskin barely covered the purple mushroom head.

"Get on your knees." He commanded. She did as he said. He took her hand and wrapped it around the shaft, guiding it up and down in slow gently strokes. It was hard and warm. Veins throbbing under her grip. She watched as the head, wet with precum, slipped in and out of the foreskin. She couldn't look away. A hand went to the back of her head and he instructed her to open her mouth as his cock touched her lips. A moment of hesitation and then the heavy cock was sliding into her mouth. She hadn't thought she would be able to take it all in, but he pushed it into her. He kept going till she gagged and then he pulled back. She didn't move as he stroked his cock in and out of her mouth. She accepted the slow rhythm. He talked to her, telling her how to take it in. Guiding her. It wasn't as unpleasant as she had expected.

"Touch yourself." She did as she was told. Finding her own wetness was a welcome distraction from the cock in her mouth. His hands held her head in place as his thrusts began to quicken. He moaned and she felt his body begin to tense. Before she realized what was happening, his body froze, and she felt his cock twitch in her mouth. Then, he released himself with a soft grunt. He kept her from pulling away as his jism filled her mouth, choked her, dribble down her chin, and fell to her breasts. He didn't release her until he had emptied himself. She fell back coughing and sputtering. Tears welled in her eyes. He was grinning lewdly at her. Not knowing what else to do, she wiped her mouth with her arm. Cum smeared across it.

Professor Seth lifted her up almost violently and dropped her onto the desk again. She was too lost to resist as he positioned her arms back to brace her against the desk. Before her mind had even moved away from him fucking her mouth, with his hot breath on her neck he said, "Now, my dear Kirti, I'm going to fuck your tight little pussy."

Again, she did nothing as he guided his semi-erect cock head to the entrance of her pussy. What she had learned about men noting being able to get hard after cumming had clearly been wrong. Professor' Seth's cock was already hardening again as he stared at with a deep carnal lust. One hand went around her neck and the other around the small of her back to keep her in place. He leaned forward to suckle her neck. His cock teased at the entrance for moments more, drawing a moan from her before he suddenly stabbed deep into her. Her eyes grew wide in surprise. A man was inside her. A man was fucking her. Fear and shame fought with an unwanted rising hunger. Her mind became foggy with confusion. She did not want this. This was not supposed to happen. She was a good girl.

Each thrust was accompanied by a grunt and the scraping of the desk as his massive cock pistoned in and out. He rammed her without mercy. Their bodies were slick with sweat and despite her confusion and protests, her body responded as he filled her tight pussy. He changed pace and rhythm, pulling her to him to kiss her on the lips. A hand kneaded a breast. His thumb found her clit to add to the ministrations of her pussy. He grinned as she moaned in response. Another change of rhythm kept her mind and body off-balance. The hunger inside her grew, overwhelming the shame. Her moans turned to deep, ragged breaths.

He slowed down as he felt her body begin to tense, the pussy lips tightening against his shaft. He allowed her to take him in as he felt her release building. He matched her rhythm. She looked at him. It was nothing she had felt before. There was a surreal unity of their bodies. She forgot that he had forced her into this moment as a deep hunger inside her built toward that agonizing crescendo of release. She had never brought herself to release twice in a row. Her breath caught. Her back arched. His hand went to the small of her back, holding her in place. In the other hand, he took a splayed breast and pinched and tugged at the distended nipple. His cock made a final thrust deep into her core. He filled her as the tension again became a shudder. He stayed deep inside her, grinding his pelvis into her. Her ragged breath became panting. And, then a long moan as she peaked. At that instant, he growled his own release. She felt his warm jism fill her pussy. That horrific moment where her body betrayed her seemed to last an eternity.

Then it was over. He slid his cock out of her. She didn't look at him. She couldn't look at him.

"I think my dear, you have earned that passing grade."

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Kriti pushed through the crowd of students gathered at the postings board. She found the class roster and scanned the first few names. Her name wasn't there. Her eyes continued downward with trepidation. Had he lied? Had he used her for nothing? Then, as she jostled with the other students, she found her name. He had done exactly as he had promised and nothing more. He had passed her. He had used her body. Come in her mouth. Fucked her pussy raw. And he had given her just enough to pass the class. She had not failed, but he had not given her a future either.