"Professor Fairweather, please, do you have a moment?" Mike yelled, waving wildly and sprinting down the university hallway as if possessed. The day was drawing to a close, the descending sun already immersing the empty corridors in an orange haze, and this was probably the dalmatian's last chance to talk to his professor and try to set things right.

Mrs. Fairweather, a mature raccoon lady in formal black office attire, stopped in her tracks as Mike called her and regarded him with a raised brow. "Can I help you, Mr. Thompson?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I forgot to enroll in your next course. I was so busy that I bungled up the deadline," Mike stammered with drooping ears, looking at his professor with pleading eyes. "I really wanted to register! It's just... so much happened yesterday that I completely forgot about it, but since it was only yesterday, I thought... I mean! You...um..."

The raccoon raised her paws and chuckled softly. "Please, calm down, Mr. Thompson. Take a deep breath, and then tell me what you want to tell me."

Mike nodded and swallowed hard. His whole head was in turmoil and he needed quite a few deep breaths before he felt ready to explain his predicament. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I forgot to register for the course because I was busy. However, I thought since the deadline was yesterday, that there might still be a chance to get in." Truth be told, he hadn't been busy yesterday or any day the week prior. He had simply been disorganized and lazy all along, and now, he could only hope that she would believe his white lie because his future was at stake. "I need this course, or I'm done for! I would do anything to get a spot, you know?" 

Mrs. Fairweather raised her brow even higher, overwhelmed by Mike's plea. "Anything, Thompson? Are you sure about that? If I asked you to visit me at home and mow my lawn, would you do that? Or, to take this even further, would you bend over for me if I told you so just to get a spot in a biannual course? You must know..."

"Yes! I'd mow your lawn every week and bend over twice if I had to!" The dalmatian interjected desperately, folding his paws and dropping on his knees in front of her. He was really behind schedule with his courses, and he simply couldn't afford to spend to study for another year, so he would do whatever it took to prevent that from happening. Although, something about the raccoon's offer struck him as odd.

Professor Fairweather flinched at Mike's reaction. At first, shock was written all over her face, but eventually, she collected herself, and an ominous sparkle glowed in her amber eyes. "First of all, get back up, Mike. This is just shameful. Second, you would actually do that?" Her voice faded into a whisper as she leaned forward and helped him back on his feet, "You would bend over for me to get in my course?"

Now, it was Mike's turn to give the raccoon the most befuddled gaze he could muster. "Bend over? I mean, if it helps. I just don't understand..."

Mrs. Fairweather hurriedly looked around and checked the hallways, only to find them devoid of life. Since evening had fallen, most employees and students were already at home, but she still put a finger to her muzzle, hushing him before she lifted her long black skirt. It happened so fast that Mike didn't even have the chance to look away, and then, he saw it. He snorted in surprise and blushed furiously as he spotted a huge black cock and a pair of massive, furry orbs between her ample thighs. A delectable sight that immediately made his mouth water and sent a horny shiver through his spine. "Do you understand now?" the raccoon purred, teasingly swaying her hips to demonstrate the sheer heft of her junk. "Does the offer still stand? Or would you rather mow my lawn?"

Mike struggled to comprehend what was happening, bewildered by the fact that his busty professor had a dick between her legs. But the more he thought about it, the more he fancied the unexpected opportunity that had just arisen. The hottest professor of the university wanted to fuck him as compensation for his stupid screw-up? Better yet, she was a dickgirl and wanted to rail him? This was like a dream come true, and he pinched himself to make sure that he wasn't actually dreaming. Beaming at her with a wildly wagging tail, he accepted. "You bet it's still standing!"

"Splendid! If you were so kind and followed me, please, Mr. Thompson," the raccoon singsonged with a salacious grin. Without another word, she whirled around and strutted off with clacking heels, swaying hips, and hiked tail, and Mike quickly followed. Even after she dropped her skirt, the image of her juicy cock remained in his mind, and soon, his own penis swelled to life and tented his pants. 

His busty professor didn't take him very far, though. She just moved down the dim hallway and into the restroom. Walking right past the sinks, she randomly opened one of the stall doors and cooed, "After you, please." 

The university's restroom definitely wasn't Mike's first choice, but he didn't really have a say in the matter, did he? Besides, there were significantly worse places and it was already so late that nobody was around to catch them. So he obediently followed the prof's order and entered the stall, catching a whiff of her scent in passing, a mouth-watering mixture of flowery fragrances and arousing musk.

Not a second after Mike was inside the toilet stall, Mrs. Fairweather shut the door behind him with a slam and locked it. "Okay, now what?"

The raccoon looked at him with hungry eyes and a toothy grin. She unceremoniously pulled up her skirt and clipped its hem to her belt. There it was again, her huge, fat cock, and the dalmatian immediately began to drool again. "On your knees, boy!"

"I thought I wasn't supposed to get on my knees? Didn't you tell me to get up just a minute ago?"

"Well, would you rather suck it first, or do you want me to go in dry?" Mrs. Fairweather snickered and grabbed Mike's shoulder, simply forcing him down on his knees. Stroking her inflating cock with her other paw, she shoved it right into his face and playfully smacked his cheek with her swollen meat. All her usual politeness was gone as her natural authority had mixed with lust, making her somehow even hotter than she already was.

Right now, her delicious meat was the only thing that stood between him and his future, and the idea of worshiping it thrilled Mike like nothing else. With an avid nod, he pressed his muzzle against her cock and took a deep whiff. The rank, sweaty musk of her schlong stoked his lust even further, and he started to drool at the promise of a heavenly treat. 

The dalmatian's tail wagged like crazy when he finally parted his lips and dragged his tongue along the swelling rod. The raccoon's rich, savory flavor flushed his taste buds and ensnared his receptive mind. She tasted so good! He needed more! Without missing a beat, he guided his muscle back to her tip and began to work every last inch of her sweaty flesh with hungry fervor.

"Good boy!" Mrs. Fairweather praised Mike with a content grunt as he slurped her cock. Watching him with a cheeky grin, she slowly opened her black vest and revealed a white blouse. Her massive bust stretched the light fabric to its absolute limits, the buttons groaning under the load. She lazily undressed further, unbuttoning the struggling blouse and exposing her deep cleavage to the horny dalmatian.

The sight of her luscious boobs inspired Mike needed to lick her cock even faster, and he worked every inch with doubled effort, all the way down from her fat glans to her lush auburn pubes. And once her entire shaft glistened with saliva, he moved back to the tip and wrapped his muzzle around it, sucking on her leaking cumslit as he began to jerk her schlong with both paws. With each pump, it grew a little thicker and longer. Even her tip still swelled in his muzzle and stretched it wide open, and she squirted and leaked loads of salty precum into his greedy maw. He sucked it all up with savoring snorts and grunts and swallowed every last drop of the tasty liquid.

Mike's devotion left a clear mark on the raccoon. Her eyes burned with desire, and her muzzle was slightly ajar. Lewd moans and sighs escaped her with every flick of his tongue and stroke of his paw, and she purred, "Good job, Thompson. Keep going!" Then, she firmly grabbed her boobs and pulled them out of her blouse, flashing her massive black areolae and fat, erect nipples at him. Dancing her paws over her tits, she squeezed and kneaded them for his and her enjoyment, pinching and twisting her swollen buds with gleeful groans.

Turned on by the teasing, Mike started to blow the dickgirl properly, taking as much of her cock as he could. However, his eager efforts still weren't enough for her. She slipped a paw onto his head and ruffled his head fur before grabbing him tightly and beginning to thrust her dick down his throat. "Fuck, you've got a tight cock hole, boy. You think you can take more? Or you'll tap my leg three times, and I'll stop."

The dalmatian gagged as his prof's tip smacked into the back of his mouth, and his vision blurred as the sudden impact overwhelmed his lust-ridden brain, but he didn't stop her. 

Mrs. Fairweather continued to batter her meat into Mike's throat, a little harder with every thrust, breaking him in until he yielded with pitiful chokes and grunts. He had allowed her to do whatever she wanted, and she really didn't disappoint. Every breath he took was rich with her stench, his eyes were filled with tears, his muzzle was loaded with her rank taste, and his neck bulged with her thick schlong as she used him like a cheap toy. And yet, he didn't regret his choice in the slightest. In fact, choking on her cock like a worthless whore was exactly the treatment he deserved for missing the deadline.

Seconds turned to minutes as the professor ravaged his tight muzzle, and Mike eventually lost track of time completely. The rhythm of her pounding was the only rhythm that still mattered. Mrs. Fairweather only stopped and pulled out whenever his lungs ran dry and he began to struggle, granting him barely enough time to have a breather before she rammed it back in.

Struggling with his professor's gargantuan cock, Mike looked at her with big, wet eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. But the raccoon only returned his gaze with a sassy snicker. "Just three taps, fuck boy, and you're free. But why would you? It really looks like you enjoy crying like a bitch while choking on my cock," she sneered and hammered his throat with even harder thrusts. "Not that you'd need to stop me anymore because I'm almost done anyway. Your throat is just too damn good! Fuck! Get ready for a warm, tasty drink, slut!"

Mrs. Fairweather erupted with a husky howl. Mike felt her bloated nuts tense and tighten at his chin as she churned up a fat load, and not a second later, the first spurt of hot cum blasted into his gullet. The raccoon pushed her dick an inch deeper still, groaning and gritting her teeth as she pumped and poured more and more creamy cum into him in a never-ending torrent.

The dalmatian heard the dickgirl's jizz splash and gurgle as it ran down his throat, the pressure inside him rising steeply as the sheer volume of her cumshot filled and bloated his stomach. Her orgasm continued for another whole minute until he was as stuffed as after an entire three-course menu. Only then, Mrs. Fairweather pulled out and squirted the last strands ropes of her declining orgasm over his face, just enough to soak and mark his spotted fur.

For a moment, they stared at each other in silence while Mike was busy catching his breath and recovering from the intense face fuck. He was almost sure that this was it. There was no way Mrs. Mayweather could keep going after that, right? But before he could even finish his thought, she grabbed her dripping wang and jerked it vigorously, getting hard and ready again within seconds. "Oh, you thought that was it? That was just the appetizer, bitch boy, and I'm ready for the main course," she snickered. "It's time for you to earn your spot, so drop your pants."

Mike blushed as his professor's language got cruder and raunchier by the second. It felt strange to hear such dirty words from her otherwise so polite lips, and it turned him on to know that she had such a depraved side. The dalmatian clumsily got back to his feet and took off his pants, shivering with excitement and embarrassment as she glared at his bulging, damp briefs while casually stroking her cock. "Go on, boy. Show me all you got."

Her voice was quiet, almost inaudible, but it brimmed with uncompromising authority. The dalmatian hastily grabbed the seams of his briefs and pulled them down, revealing his furiously erect pink cock. Mrs. Fairweather rejoiced at the sight, but she still didn't seem fully satisfied. "All you got, Thompson. No need to be shy. Show me that cute body," she added with an impatient leer, waving her paw and urging him to strip the rest of his clothes.

Mike obeyed her without hesitation and quickly removed his shirt, revealing the rest of his spotted body. "You've got some muscle, but not too much. You're young and so eager, just how I like it," she purred as she sauntered toward him. "You're just perfect, pup." She brushed her paw over his chest, tweaked his nipple, and stroked his slightly swollen midriff. The dalmatian's heart pounded in his chest, and his breath hitched as her paw sank lower and lower. She eagerly rubbed his pubes, fondled his sack, and finally grabbed his cock, jerking him a few times, just enough to make him whimper with arousal. After releasing her grip, she curiously sniffed her paw and purred appreciatively, "And you smell delicious. But enough small talk. Bend over so I can stuff your tight hole, slut."

The dalmatian complied in a heartbeat. He bent over the toilet, lifted his tail, and presented his firm backside to her. Not a moment later, her paws roamed his butt, groping and kneading his taut flesh with relish before she spread his buttocks. A powerful shiver raced through Mike's body as he felt something big and throbbing at his pucker, his heart hammering in his chest as he prepared for the much-anticipated penetration. However, the raccoon didn't shove it in just yet. Instead, she languidly dragged her wet glans over his perineum and sack, shoved her cock through his thighs, and pressed it against his penis, teasing him with her sheer size. The dalmatian gasped when he realized that her throbbing prick was twice as long as his.

In one final preparation, the raccoon spat on Mike's asshole and rubbed it in before she aligned her schlong with his tight orifice. Her glans prodded his sphincter, and her paws tightened around his waist. This time, he knew she wouldn't pull back, and he tensed reflexively. "Take a deep breath and relax, will you?" Fairweather snickered. The dalmatian closed his eyes, nodded, and inhaled deeply. He hadn't even finished exhaling when the dickgirl seized the opportunity and thrust into his loosened pucker.

Mike was not a weak guy, but he had severely underestimated how strong Mrs. Fairweather really was. She plunged her cock in with ease, stretching his anus wide open. Hot, husky grunts erupt from her muzzle as she shoved more and more of her fat, hot cockmeat into his tight ass, spreading and filling his sensitive insides and eliciting slutty moans and whimpers from him. He struggled with every inch, but she didn't stop until she had sunk every last bit inside him and claimed him entirely, her fat, sweaty balls pressing against his and her massive cock visibly bulging his belly.

"Fuck, you've got a tight boypussy. I can't wait to pound you properly," the raccoon giggled and began to thrust with relish. Out of courtesy, she granted Mike a few slow, gentle thrusts to ease him in, allowing him to get used to her massive size before she rapidly stepped up the pace. Then, within seconds, she accelerated from a languid stuffing to a vigorous pounding, plunging her cock in and out of his ass with gusto.

The savage hammering flooded the dalmatian's brain with gigantic waves of stimulation, drowning out any clear thoughts he still had. His weak moans turned into desperate cries of pleasure, and he quickly lost himself in the rhythm of her thrusts.

Turned on by his needy voice, the dickgirl rammed him even harder, laughing and howling as she used him like a cheap pocket pussy, and Mike loved every single second of it. This was where his slutty, lazy ass belonged. 

The whole restroom was now filled with the smacks and slurps of the relentless rutting, their heated voices, and even the slapping of Mrs. Fairweather's massive balls as they pummeled Mike's taint, making it glaringly obvious what was going on in their stall. In a twist of fate, they eventually even got an unexpected audience. The dalmatian blushed furiously when he noticed the clicking of the restroom door and the soft thudding of feet outside the stall.

The raccoon seemed to have noticed the newcomers, too, because her voice faded into muffled grunts and huffs. However, she didn't even think of stopping. In fact, she bent over Mike and fucked him even harder. Grabbing his head, she whispered into his ear, "Do you hear that? We've got company. Let's give them something worth remembering." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and insistently grabbed his cock, pumping it with hard strokes.

Mike was already bursting with arousal, and he reached the point of no return in no time. His partner's assertive touch and the thrill of an uninvited audience were simply too much for the young dalmatian, and he burst with a wet howl, letting everybody know that he was cumming. Horny and pent-up, he came harder than ever in his life and dumped his load with frenzied spurts and twitches. His brain dissolved in pure bliss, and he stopped caring about anything but the fat cock inside him. Better still, Mrs. Fairweather kept pounding and pummeling his pleasure button throughout his climax, catapulting him into higher and higher spheres of pleasure and draining every last drop from his tensing nuts.

When the dalmatian's climax finally petered out, he dickgirl's flared up with full force. "~ah~ Ready to get your tight ass filled with hot cream, slut? Because here it comes," she moaned into his ear. Wantonly licking and kissing his cheek, she rammed her cock all the way up his ass and bust. 

Mike moaned and whined as the raccoon's cock began to twitch violently, blasting his oversensitive insides with huge gushes of thick, warm cum. Her orgasm was as hard and relentless as her pounding, her pulsing cock dumping spurt after spurt into his guts, flooding him with literal ounces of jizz. His entire body erupted with tingles. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he yielded to the wet warmth. He could feel every single throb and spurt of her cock, feel her heated breath brushing over his as she sighed into his ear, and feel the rising pressure as she inflated and swelled his tummy with even more cum. It was almost too much, but at the same time, it felt perfect. This was exactly the punishment a horny, incompetent slut like him deserved, a belly-bloating load of semen. The thrill of the moment almost tempted him to miss another deadline just so she could bend him over and use him again.

While Mrs. Fairweather was still busy pumping him full, the dalmatian heard a thud as the restroom door closed. He blushed with deep embarrassment. Their audience had left, and they had heard all they needed to hear: a loud and effusive orgasm. The notion that two strangers would forever associate this restroom with his orgasmic scream was strange and yet weirdly exciting. Besides, were they even strangers? Perhaps they were acquaintances or even his friends, and if so, had they recognized his voice? A sultry voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Hey, fuck boy. Are you enjoying yourself? You definitely sounded like it."

"Yes, that was a wild ride. It was amazing! I would've never expected you to be so... lustful, Mrs. Fairweather."

"Oh please, you can call me Clarice in private. You've earned it," the raccoon lilted. "Besides, there's something else you've earned. I'll take care of your place in my course as soon as I get out of this restroom. Although, to be honest, I would've given you what you wanted if you had just asked nicely."

"Wait, what? Really?" Mike barked and looked at her in utter bewilderment.

Clarice gave him a naughty grin and nodded. "But since you were so fascinated by my cock, I thought I had to give you a taste of it. I hope you can forgive me for that assumption and everything it entailed."

As soon as Mike's shock subsided, he realized that he didn't mind the final outcome one bit. Sure, a single polite sentence could've given him access to her course as well, but he would've never gotten to know his prof's other, much more exciting side. All things considered, this had been worth every second and then some. "No worries. This was a lot of fun, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

"Happy to hear that," Clarice sighed. "In fact, you can visit me in my office whenever you crave some dick. Perhaps I can even give you a few private lessons because we both know you need that help?"

The dalmatian blushed and nervously rubbed his neck, but he couldn't object to her assessment. "Sure, and I'll pay you by sucking your cock?"

"Or by bending over again. I can hardly wait to rail you on my desk, slut boy, and I'm glad that we understand each other." She grabbed Mike's head and pulled him closer, pressing her lips on his and giving him a wet, sloppy kiss. Still holding him against her tits, she pulled him up and gently rubbed his bloated belly, reminding him of her two massive loads.

With a final pat on Mike's midriff, Clarice let go of him and slowly pulled out of his ass. Her softening cock rubbed his insides one last time on its way out, enough to make him moan and squirm before finally popping out and leaving behind a gaping, dripping crater. The dalmatian's legs were shaking and too weak to keep him on his feet, so she gently turned him around and sat him on the toilet seat.

Dazed and drained, Mike quietly watched the raccoon pick up his briefs. Not missing a beat, she wrapped them around her dripping cock and cleaned it with a few jerks, soaking his underwear with her cum. However, he was simply too exhausted to protest, and part of him even got turned on by the idea that he'd spend his way home in something drenched with her juices. Once her wang was clean, she casually tossed the pair at him, buttoned up her blouse and her vest, and steadied her skirt. "I'll see you at the first lecture, Mike. Or perhaps even sooner." She winked and blew him a kiss before she unlocked the stall door and left with hips swinging and heels clicking.

Mike took a deep breath after his professor had left and sat back, taking a moment to process what just had happened. But even after the afterglow of sex had dissipated, he had no regrets. Granted, his asshole was ruined and leaking, his insides sore, his belly stretched and stuffed with cum, sagging under its own weight and sloshing with every movement, and he was drenched in sweat while sitting all alone in a toilet stall as night fell. At the same time, he had rarely ever had that much fun in his life. Besides, he had also gotten what he needed, found himself a really hot fuck buddy and someone that could help him with his studies. No matter how he looked at it, the long-term benefits of this encounter outweighed the few temporary inconveniences many times over, and for the first time in a long while, he was looking with a smile at his future. There was only one price he had to pay for it. Every now and then, he needed to spread his legs and become his professor's bitch, but that was a price he was more than willing to pay. To be honest, it was more of a reward anyway.