Using My Ass To Get Him A Pass
I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure my husband-to-be doesn’t flunk out of college.
Robert has been distracted lately. Ever since he learned of my extra-curricular activities on campus, he’s been finding it difficult to focus.
Personally, I think he’s been enjoying it a little too much. The sex each time I cuckold him and he reclaims me, has been so blissfully intense. Life is perfect, or at least it would be if Robert was passing his classes.
Fortunately, Professor Mason was understanding. Or at least he was happy to take advantage of the opportunity. I’d cornered him after class and put forward my best case for Robert.
The professor had smiled and told me the appropriate venue for such a discussion was his office at 8:00pm.
“Wear your sorority letters, a less than modest skirt and a cute little bow. See you at 8:00.” His words still rang in my mind as I approached his office.
Was I really willing to do this to help Robert pass a class?
I’d taken lovers before, but usually it was because something about them excited me. This time it was transactional. A thrill ran through me. It was so taboo, that excited me in an entirely different way. Using my body to get my way.
I rolled up my skirt as I walked. I’d needed something conservative for the walk across campus, but by the time I got to Professor Mason’s door, it barely covered my ass.
I knocked, three times. Softly, I didn’t want to draw attention to just how late I was visiting the professor.
The door opened. Professor Mason looked me up and down, ensuring I’d complied with his directions. He didn’t move. It was like he was daring someone to catch me in the hall.
“When you step inside this office, you’ll do everything I ask. If you do, your slacker hubby will pass this semester. If you don’t, well, it will end up on his permanent transcript. Do you understand?”
I bit my lip. “Yes, Professor.”
“Kiss me,” the professor instructed.
I was still in the hall, but I knew I was being tested. the look in hie eye told me he expected complete obedience. I put one hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Passionate, deep and intense. I slid my tongue into his mouth and dueled with his.
When I drew back he was smiling.
“I expect you to attack every task I give you with that same intensity and enthusiasm.”
“Yes, professor.”
He pulled me inside, but no sooner were we in his office, than he placed his hands on my shoulders and motioned me to my knees.
Robert was going to enjoy this. He couldn’t see me, but my phone was in my bag and I’d called him on the way over. I couldn’t risk being caught filming the professor, he’d fail Robert for sure.
Robert was going to have to make do with listening.
“Suck my cock,” the professor instructed.
I undid his slacks and tugged them down. Pulling down his briefs, his cock swung free. It hit me in the cheek with a wet thud, dragging a strand of precum across my cheek.
He was larger than I expected, a nice healthy eight inches. Maybe this wasn’t going to be tedious at all. I took him into my mouth, eager to show him what I could do to ensure Robert passed. He stiffened readily, the sight of a woman half his age on her knees before him causing him to grin.
“Take out your breasts,” Professor Mason instructed.
I nodded as I bobbed on his hard member, reaching down to peel off my sorority sweater.
“Leave it on. Just lift it.” Professor Mason clarified.
Particular tastes indeed. Apparently, he enjoyed sorority girls. Maybe it was the taboo of blowing him in my letters. Not the sort of thing my sorority sisters would approve of. I lifted my sweater and pulled down my bra, my small but perky breasts propped up like a lewd push-up bra.
The professor grinned as I did. Perhaps that’s because I never stopped working his shaft. I toyed with his balls, wondering just how full they were for me, but as his cock throbbed, I realized I was about to find out.
I drew back, looking for instruction, but Professor Mason placed his hand on my head, right beside my bow, holding me in place, the thick head of his cock resting on my lips.
The first burst hit the back of my throat, and I smiled at a job well done.
Professor Mason drew back, shooting his second and third ropes across my face and chin. The last of it dripped down onto my sweater and nipples. My sorority would be pissed, but I found myself feeling a little disappointed that it was over.
Rising to my feet, I noted the Professor’s obvious pleasure.
“I assume Robert’s going to pass then?”
Professor Mason smiled. “You assume we’re done. My dear, Ann, we’re just getting started.”
I blushed. “I, uh.”
I didn’t want to reveal my lack of experience. But most of my lovers tended to finish and then I’d kick them out before we got caught. The notion that they might have more in the tank, hadn’t really occurred to me.
Professor Mason certainly seemed to have plenty of steel left in his weapon.
“Go to my desk and take out the tube you find in the top drawer.”
I made my way around his desk and opened the drawer, his eyes watching me the whole way. I opened the drawer and found a bottle of lubricant.
What did he need this for? I’d just given him the blowjob of his life, and I was more than a little wet.
Professor Mason held out his hand. I gave him the bottle and he pointed at the desk.
“Bend over my dear Ann,” there was an air of delight in his voice.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, a little nervous.
“Ann, it’s no secret, you have the finest ass on this campus. If you want your precious Robert to pass my class despite his miserably poor effort. I am going to break in your ass.”
“Wait, I’ve never done anal before.”
“Then consider this your first lesson,” Professor Mason replied. “For the rest of your life men are going to want this perfect ass. You want Robert to pass, I’ll give him an A. But not until I’ve stretched this tight little ass of yours for the first time.”
An A. I’d never expected that much. But if Professor Mason was willing to fudge the grade that badly, it was only fair I compensate him for the risk. It was also a new horizon I’d been curious about. I just hadn’t mustered the courage to try it.
I bent over the desk.
“Good girl,” Professor Mason replied as he flipped my skirt up and pulled my panties down just below my ass. He opened the lube and squeezed it between my cheeks, working it down as he spread my cheeks. His finger found my rosebud and after gathering some lube he eased it into my ass.
I’d expected it to hurt, but the lube made it slide in easily. And it tickled in a good way as he teased in and out of my forbidden entrance.
“Mmm,” I groaned as he teased in and out.
“See, Ann. Your ass was made for this.”
His finger withdrew and as it slid free, I found myself missing the sensation.
“Please, put it back in,” I groaned.
He did. Only now it felt larger, and a little spongier as he pressed against me. This time my ass tensed against him as he squeezed more lube into it.
He pressed, and my eyes bulged as I realized it wasn’t his finger. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the professor his eyes wide with delight as he forced the large mushroom head of his cock right into my ass.
I gripped the table.
“Relax,” Professor Mason reached around to play with my nipples. “You’d be surprised how much you can take.”
As he tweaked and teased my nipples, my body relaxed. The first few strokes were unsettling, but my body quickly seemed to adapt to them. Soon I took it easily. Then it started to feel good.
I found myself groaning in pleasure as the Professor took my virgin ass with long deep strokes. I hadn’t discussed this with Robert, but I wondered what he thought of the Professor enjoying my ass before he could.
The thought heightened my arousal.
Having already come once, the professor took his sweet time. Long, deep insistent strokes as he continued to toy with my nipples. My pleasure built steadily as he used my ass relentlessly.
I was trading my ass for my fiancée’s pass and loving it. I came hard, climaxing with the professor deep inside my ass. He didn’t stop, he just used me right through my climax.
I let out a deep guttural groan of intense pleasure as he thrust away. The professor spent the better part of half an hour, me bent over his desk before he came deep inside my ass.
The professor drew back, his cock popping free, his seed slowly seeping out of my ass. He lifted my panties back into place and spanked my ass.
“That’s a good girl, you really earned that A tonight, Ann. Well done. Now hurry that sweet ass back to your dorm before someone catches us.”
I was a hot mess, but Professor Mason knew that.
Was this to be a part of the deal. Was he trying to embarrass me? Get me caught?
I grabbed a wad of tissues off the desk, cleaned my face and fixed my clothes. There was no masking the freshly fucked smell, but it would have to do. I just had to hope no one looked too closely at my sweater.
I hurried back to my dorm. I knew Robert was waiting, what he’d have to say was another matter. Pulling out my keys, I unlocked and opened the door.
Robert was laying on my bed, his pants around his ankle, his very hard cock in hand.
“Honey,” I began. “I didn’t know he’d want that…”
Robert rose from the bed, his hard cock swinging as he grabbed me and dragged me to the bed.
“Robert?”
My fiancée rolled me onto my stomach, lifted my skirt and tore my underwear off me. Was he going to clean me? There was no need.
“Baby, it’s ok. He can’t get me pregnant. Not like that.”
Robert dove in anyway, spreading my cheeks before something soft and wet worked itself against my rosebud. If Professor Mason’s cock felt good. Robert’s firm but supple tongue was incredible. As he sucked, slurped and teased my poor well-used ass I came again.
I bucked and spasmed against his tongue, my body trembling from my second incredible orgasm in less than an hour. As I lay there reveling in my climax Robert thrust his cock between my lips.
Once, twice, three times.
Just enough to make him nice and wet.
I rolled onto my stomach, I knew what he wanted.
My hubby-to-be wanted what every other man on campus dreamed about. My tight ass. Gripping my cheeks, I showed Robert everything Professor Mason had done to my bubble butt. It had been exquisite, good thing I was developing a liking for it.
I was gaping, and Robert eased into it, making himself right at home. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the blissful expression on Robert’s face. He was in sweet heaven. And unlike the professor who’d had the foresight to get a blowjob first, he’d been edging himself for more than an hour.
My sweet Robert burst like a volcano, and it was exquisite.
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