The Shameless Slut Fails Her Exam

Heather gave him a faux salute and took off her shirt. She had the thought that since Dr. Miles was an older man, it might take him a little longer to get motivated. She removed her bra and seductively began playing with her nipples. It turns out that the Professor didn't need that much motivation. He dropped his pants to reveal two things: one, he didn't wear underwear and two, he had a long skinny unclipped cock that was rock hard.

Heather slowly used her hands on him as she kept her eyes in constant contact with Henry, who looked slightly hurt that his superior had his seemingly ten inch cock in her grasp. "That's nice, now use your filthy fucking mouth." Heather's pussy was drenched from that command. She hoped that he wasn't all talk and that he could give her the pounding that she needed. She remembered the week that she had practiced deep throating on dildos. Although one of them was probably bigger than ten inches, it hadn't been attached to her teacher, so she was a little nervous about taking him balls deep. "Wait, wait, before you do that, let's turn so Henry can get a good view." He turned so that his TA could watch them from a profile as she took his cock all the way to the base. She would have cheered she was so happy that she could handle a cock like his, but she had important matters to tend to, namely getting a dick in her esophagus and not gagging.

She looked out of her peripheral vision to see a distraught Henry. She wasn't sure why this made it even hotter for her. She moaned with pleasure as she bobbed up and down on his erection while Dr. Miles prompted her with dirty talk. "Yeah, that's right. Take it all. Take it all. You're so fucking good. So. Fucking. Good." Heather thought that it was fortunate that he wasn't a literature teacher with that limited of a vocabulary. He pulled his cock back and smiled at Henry, who was now slowly stroking the head of his dick. "You know Henry, there's only one thing I love more than getting my dick sucked by a freshman and that is fucking one."

With that he pulled Heather up to her feet and spun her around. She caught a glance at his face. He was driven by pure lust and power. Her body quivered as she dropped her jeans down to reveal her lace thong. He roughly pulled them down as he ran his tongue up her butt cheek. Before she could ask for more of that, he bent her over his desk and entered her. It had only been five days since the last time she had fucked a man, but Heather felt like it had been forever. He gripped her hips in a rough way that she liked and pumped his entire length into her. She thought he would be gentle because he was in his forties, but she couldn't have been more wrong. He pounded away at her like her first lover Jake had. She looked back and saw him for what he was, a balding handsome man that really liked sex with young coeds. With his length, the pressure in her pussy was immense. It felt almost like Jake's soda can cock in her ass did the weekend before.

His stamina was unbelievable for his age. He slammed her over and over for almost half an hour at a pace that would exhaust most men and showed no signs of slowing. Marathon runner indeed. She came multiple times. Each time she had to cover her mouth to muffle her screams of pleasure. After her second orgasm she began making eye contact with Henry again, who was chewing on his lower lip lightly stroking the head of his cock. Heather saw pre-cum all over his hand and wished desperately to taste it. She could tell the Professor was nearing climax when his breathing picked up and he moaned. Heather looked up and noticed that her purse was still on the Professor's desk. For some reason, she was a little embarrassed that Tabitha's strap on was still in her purse. She had brought it with her for the party later that night to either give it back to her friend or to "give it" to her friend. The Professor snapped her out of the train of thought by shooting a heavy and meaningful load into her snatch.

He pulled out and rubbed her ass. "Why don't you roll over and lie down on the desk for a minute?" He pulled one of the chairs back away from her as she rolled over onto her back with his cum slowly pouring out of her. "Henry, why don't you go eat her pussy now? It looks pretty delicious if I may say so myself." When Henry balked, Professor Miles got a little annoyed and acted more sternly. "Well? It was good enough for her to suck your dick and you're not going to return the favor? Tsk...Tsk... I thought young guys like you were more enlightened than that. Go eat her pussy, T.A.!"

With that power play, Henry slowly approached the prone Heather as she slowly played with her nipples and enjoyed the feeling of a load in her. She had just been screwed cross eyed by a marathon running fuck machine and now his cute underling was going was going to eat the older man's jizz out of her pussy. He slowly tongued her clit, and that drove her so wild that she started to grind herself against his face aggressively. It hadn't taken long for her to hit the most powerful climax of her life yet as she blasted her and the rest of her Professor's cum into the young man's face. In her throes of passion she knocked her purse off the desk.

"Well, well what do we have here?" Professor Miles picked up her strap-on. Heather tried to explain, but her mind was still reeling and Henry was using tissues to clean the cum out of his eyes. He snapped to attention when he was able to see the phallus in his boss's hand. "Henry, bend over the desk. Our dirty little girl is going to teach you a lesson about fucking freshmen in my office when I'm not around." His eye's got as big as saucers as the Professor handed the strap-on to Heather.

Before putting it on, she whispered into Henry's ear. "Are you okay with this? We don't have to do this."

He looked a little sullen and scared as he answered. "No, I want you to do it. Just go slow okay?" Henry furrowed his brow as he assumed the position over the desk. Heather put on her sex toy and began to lube it up heavily. Professor Miles arranged himself behind Heather. He chewed on his lower lip as he watched her tight ass and slowly stroked himself. As she slowly entered Henry, she could hear him gasp as she plunged forward. Heather immediately understood the pleasure of pegging as the strap-on was shaped to rub on her clit every time she thrusted. She grabbed Henry by the hips and slowly fucked his ass. She felt a little selfish picking up the pace, but it just felt too good on her clit to go slow. He didn't seem to mind. Henry moaned with pleasure and began pushing back. Spurring her on to fuck him harder. The pressure on her clit also begged for attention, so she began fucking him full tilt boogie. After her first orgasm from pegging, she reached around him and was happy to find that Henry had a full raging hard on. He was enjoying it too. It was at this point that Professor Miles entered her from behind.

It was clumsy at first, but Heather was eventually able to rock the dildo in with the same rhythm as she was getting fucked. It really turned her on to see Henry's athletic build and cute ass take a good fucking from her while she was getting drilled from her fit teacher. They kept this pace and rhythm for a solid fifteen minutes. The small office smelled of pussy, sweat, lube, and anal sex. Heather was the first to explode in an exhausting orgasm. She wasn't sure if it was pegging Henry, the Professor's hard cock, or the fact that she could feel her teacher's wedding band on her hip as he gripped her, but she had had the best orgasm of her life so far, again. She squirted all over the Professor's cock. This lead to him blasting his load into her with a grunt.

As he pulled out of Heather, she slowed down on Henry. The T.A. moaned, "No, keep going." Heather pumped away as the Professor started putting his clothes back on. Henry squirmed and grunted as he shot four long ropes of cum all over the front of the desk. Later, Tabitha would congratulate her on stimulating his prostate on her first pegging. Henry sat down with a distraught look on his face. Professor Miles showed little concern for Henry and told the two of them to make sure that they clean up before they leave as he left the office. Heather took off her strap-on, wiped it off with some wipes she kept in her purse, and hid all of her assorted sex tools back in her purse. She frowned as she studied Henry. She straddled his lap and stroked his cheek.

"Henry, what's wrong?"

"I don't know." He seemed to be struggling with finding the right words. "I'm just dealing with the fact that I might be gay. I know that's not a bad thing, but I just never thought I was." When he saw the quizzical look on her face, he explained further. "I ate his stuff off of your pussy, and I really enjoyed what you did to me with that toy, and I actually got turned on watching him fuck you the first time."

"That doesn't make you gay. You were eating my pussy, and I banged you, not a man. You might be bi, but whatever, you're in college. If you want to be bi, that's cool. Just be happy with who you are and try to accept it. Besides..." She looked down at his once again erect cock and smiled. "You definitely do like girls."

"You're just so hot." He answered in that dopey honesty that comes when vulnerability is achieved but ignored.

She grinned. "Good answer." She slowly slid him into her. She realized they were using the Professor's cum as a lube because his seed was still in her. Henry's cock may not have been the biggest, but it was the perfect angle to press against her g-spot. That combined with how Henry was lavishing her nipples with nibbles and licks drove her to yet another orgasm that seemed to roll into three more as she bounced on his cock ruthlessly. Henry eventually came on her stomach. She used wipes in her purse to clean all of the different loads on her. She offered to Henry to clean up the chair they were on and his impressive puddle on the floor, but he said that Professor Miles could go fuck himself and he hoped that he would slip and bust his bald head open. She laughed at that and kissed him deeply.

"Can we go out sometime soon?" Heather thought about how his cock rubbed perfectly against her g-spot and gave him her number.

That night at the party was something of a bust. Heather was too exhausted to be too social, but she did have a good time recounting to Heather of her time in the Professor's office. Tabitha said that she may sign up for Beginner's Economics next semester if she could get Miles. After an hour or two she made her way back to the dorm for studying and some much deserved rest.

After two days of solidly studying the right chapters and occasionally diddling her pussy to help herself concentrate, Heather felt supremely confident heading into the makeup exam. Henry smiled at her warmly as she walked in. Professor Miles ignored her as he handed out exams. Heather opened her answer booklet to find all the answers filled in with an A+ written in at the top. There was a note written at the bottom. "Heather, Henry and I both believe that you should definitely take Advanced Economics with me next semester - Professor Miles."