5 comments/ 58633 views/ 5 favorites The 4.0 By: ladyiza I stood outside his door. I had to do this. If I didn't keep my perfect 4.0, I'd never graduate Suma Cum Laude and I needed that to get into law school. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the plain door to his office in room 128. "Come in," his deep voice said. Trembling slightly, I opened the door. There were rumors about him, the kind that say certain favors could earn you extra points. I thought he'd just want a blow job or something. I would soon learn that favors with the Professor were never that simple. "Come on in, take a seat," the deep voice encouraged as I hesitated in the doorway. I took careful steps into the room and sat across from him as he leaned on a huge, red wood desk. The room was lined with books, ever inch covered so that you needed a ladder to reach the top shelves and still there were stacks sitting on the floor. His desk, however, was surprisingly clear. He looked at me from behind simple, gold rimmed reading glasses. I had a thing for men in glasses and I felt like he could here me mention that in my mind. He was dressed casually, as usual, in jeans, a plain white button down shirt, and tennis shoes. He was probably just a little younger than my father, but it was obvious that he took care of himself. I could see that his arms had a sculpted musculature under the shirt. His dark brown hair, like most professors, was cut short and lay carefully tamed on his head. All in all, he was the typical professor, just a fairly attractive one. Yet for all that you might say he was typical, his smile made me feel like a small bird staring up at a large snake. Could he know why I was here? "Well Professor, " I began, my voice very unsteady under his intense gaze. "I wanted to discuss my grade. I know you've been fair and all, but I really need to maintain my 4.0 for law school. I wondered if there was any sort of extra credit or additional assignments I could do to bring my grade up a bit." He just looked at me for moment, considering what I had just said. I could see him calculating behind his glasses. "Let me see" he said as he pulled a grade book out of his desk. "Hmm...a 4.0 you say? You currently have a 3.8. You're saying that isn't good enough?" I nodded and he sighed heavily. "You do realize that this is against school policy. In truth, anything I offer you I should offer to the rest of my students." I nodded again, fearing he was going to deny my request and turn me in to the dean. Seemed the rumors were just that, rumors. "And..." he continued, "for such a favor there is a high price. Two-tenths of a point. Two-tenths of a point I won't even offer to others. Do you think you can pay for them?" "I'll do anything Professor," I said anxiously. I was truly that desperate. This was it, the last class, the last semester, the final grade before graduation and law school. I had to have that 4.0. "Anything? Really?" His voice almost purred as he asked these two questions. "Anything" I replied pulling my shoulders up straight, knowing that it enhanced my breasts a bit, and sounding as confident as I could at the moment. He smiled a rather pleased and attractive smile. I relaxed a bit. At least he was handsome, unlike some profs. Giving him a thrill would be easy. He got up, walked around the desk, and shut the door behind me. I was surprised to notice that he didn't lock it. "Anything covers a very broad range of requests. Are you sure? Would you truly do anything and obey my commands for...say the next half hour?" "Yes" I answered quickly. I just wanted to do this, get my grade, and go. 30 minutes was about the length of a standard TV show. I could handle that. "Good, then we have a deal," he said as he walked back behind his desk. "Come over here." As I moved around the desk, he opened one of the drawers and started pulling out some very odd items. First was a set of what looked to be black leather manacles. Next was a blindfold. I stopped and stared at the items as he set them down. "Come over here now, girl. I only have a half an hour and I don't intend to waste it." "Yes Professor," I said as I came all the way around the desk. I was in shock. Obviously this was going to be more than a blow job, but I had agreed to "anything" for one half hour. I still needed my grade, so there was no backing out. What really surprised me though, was how aroused I suddenly felt just looking at those manacles. "Come sit here," he said patting the desk. I hopped up, my feet dangling off the edge. I suddenly felt like a small child, vulnerable and unsure of myself. Without much warning, he took my hands and attached the manacles to my wrists. They were soft, smooth and cool across my skin. I found I liked the feel of them. Then, using a double ended clasp, he pulled my arms behind my back and clipped the cuffs together. I watched as he eyed my chest which now stuck out a bit as I blushed deeply. "Very nice my dear," he purred. "The blush suits you." I blushed more deeply which made him chuckle. He picked up the blind fold and began to cover my eyes. "Professor," I said moving my head to avoid being blinded. "What are we going to do?" "Anything my dear, just as agreed. But I will let you know that I will not hurt you. I don't have any whips, chains, needles, or knives here. And, should you truly feel you need to stop, simply let me know by saying 'text book'. That will be our code to bring a halt to the activities. However, if we do stop before the half hour is up, you won't get the extra two-tenths you desire. Is that fair?" I nodded quietly and allowed him to place the blindfold on. Now, completely blind and at his mercy, I waited. He let me sit for a moment, wondering what would happen. Finally, I felt his hands undoing the buttons on my blouse. Slowly it was pushed down my arms to my waist. Then, he reached around my back to undo my bra. As he did, he whispered quietly in my ear. "You know, anyone could walk in. If they did, they would see what a little slut you are, sitting here exposed on my desk." A jolt of panic when through me. That's why he hadn't locked the door. This was some sort of game or torture to him. As I was thinking this over, considering my options, he exposed my breasts. I felt his soft lips kiss my now hard and erect nipples. I gasped as he began to suck on them and felt him smile in reply. For a bit, I forgot all about the unlocked door. "Judging from your response, it appears that our tastes are similar. You're enjoying this aren't you? The thrill of the forbidden is turning you on, correct?" I waited a moment, not sure what to say. He was right, of course, but should I admit it? "Answer me," came a cold, hard command. I answered quickly, suddenly afraid that I had displeased him and, to my surprise, afraid that he would stop. "Yes Professor." "Good. And the possibility of being caught? Does that also arouse you?" "Yes Professor." "Good. Now let's continue." I felt him remove my shoes and socks. He undid my jeans and I moved to assist as he removed them. "Good girl" came his praise and I found myself smiling. He removed my panties and again I assisted him in his efforts. I now found myself sitting, naked, on his cold desk. His hands began to roam over my body, touching my breasts, between my legs, caressing my legs, my arms. The blindfold left me in a sea of disorienting sensations. I wondered at times if he had more than two arms or if he had invited an unseen assistant into the room. He kissed my throat, my lips, my breasts, all gently and with practiced skill. I was panting and could feel how wet I was on the desk by the time he stopped. "Stand." I hesitated, not sure of how to obey being while bound. He chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall." I felt his hands on my shoulders as he gently pulled me forward. "Turn around and lean over the desk." I turned, placed my hands on the desk, and leaned forward. "Very good," he said as once more he touched me. I was moaning loudly, gasping for breath at times as his warm, firm hands explored and invaded me. Very suddenly, he stopped. Then I felt something press at my mouth. "Open up. You're making too much noise. This is a gag and will help you keep quiet." I did as requested and feel something much like a bit used for a horse placed in my mouth. I bit down on the leather and enjoyed the way it felt to have my teeth sink into it. Lost in that new and surprising good feeling, I didn't anticipate my Professor's next move. Before I knew it, he thrust hard inside me, driving me viciously into the desk. I would have screamed in pleasure if not for the gag. For those few thrusts...I was in ecstasy, but suddenly, he stopped. He removed the gag and began to free my wrists. "Um, Professor. What are you doing?" "Our 30 minutes are up my dear. Seems I dallied a bit too long in the beginning." He continued, freeing my hands and removing the blindfold. I stood there, frustrated and confused. "Well..." I started hesitantly. "Could we continue if we agree on an extension?" He smiled warmly, though I still had the small feeling prey before a crouched predator. "Of course, but you know. Anyone could still walk in." "I know Professor. Please, continue." I once again bent over the desk and he slipped back into me. Without hesitation, he again was thrusting mercilessly into me. The desk was driving somewhat uncomfortably into my waist, but I didn't care as he penetrated into the very depths of me. I could feel him touching those deep parts with each push and drawing the wetness out with each pull. I had to hold my breath at points so I didn't make too much noise and found myself longing for gag again. But that didn't last long as his ministrations began to cumulate in the desired result. I feel the sensation building inside, that strange tension that builds low in the body. Quickly, it rose to a climax, breaking over me in wave after wave. I bit my lip to avoid crying out too loudly. I heard him growl deeply as he pulsed his own release inside me. I collapsed onto the desk; he sat in his chair, and both of us gasping for breath. After a few moments, I felt his hands tentatively touch my exposed back again. "Are you sure you want to go to law school" he asked. I thought for a moment. Did he want more? Was he refusing to give me the two points? I decided not to jump to conclusions and take a neutral response. "Well, that has been the plan. Why?" I pushed myself up off the desk and turned to hear his answer. "Well, you're very talented, and I mean in class as well as here," he said handing me my clothes. "I have an opening for a graduate student. It would pay you to teach a few classes, count as credit toward a Masters and PhD, give you facilities to do any research you want, and...you could continue to spend time with me if you like." I zipped up my jeans and smiled brightly at him. "I'll think about it. It's a big change, but it just might be worth it." The 4 Next Days The next four days were going to be brutal. Tom, a fellow graduate student, and I were on our way to yet another scientific meeting, where we would sit through endless hours of lectures, and interact with our colleagues, as well as present our own research. These meetings could be fun, but more often than not, they became grueling intellectual endurance contests that drained all the energy out of me. Nevertheless, I was looking forward to this conference. Being a young Latin woman in a white man’s world, I embrace all opportunities to show my work and my worth. Besides, there’s always the possibility of meeting someone special and having some fun. This time though, there was a problem: our department was not doing too well money-wise, and Tom and I were asked to share a room at the hotel where the meeting was being held, instead of taking two separate rooms as usual. Tom and I have known each other for over four years, and we get along just fine, so I didn’t really mind. He’s one of the many kind-of-shy, kind-of-nerdy pale boys that abound in my class, who blushes whenever he hears anyone (specially a woman) talking about sex. To tell you the truth, I find that kind of cute, so I amuse myself making racy comments or jokes whenever he’s around, just for the fun of seeing him smile and lower his eyes, while he gets red all over. On the 7-hour drive down to the conference, Tom and I talked about everything and got to know a lot about each other: he told me about his family history, his hometown, and how his ex-girlfriend broke his heart; I told him about my past relationships, about the fact that I had met many guys since I arrived to the U.S., but hadn’t fallen in love, and why I thought one should have as much fun as possible while looking for THE right one. Along the trip, I noticed how he reacted to my words, and found it extremely arousing. Knowing that my mere words could have such an effect on this guy made me wonder what would happen if I took it a step further. So I made up my mind that I would seduce Tom and show him the best time of his life during the next four days. Since most white guys find my generous curves, long curly hair and “exotic” accent extremely sexy, I was confident that Tom would be happy to comply with my little plan, even if he was not aware of it. Damn, the idea of an obligatory four-day stay at a hotel was looking better and better by the minute! I turned the conversation up a notch by telling Tom that I hadn’t had a date for almost two months, and giving him a sexy look, I added: I don’t know how I’ll manage to keep my hands off you these next four days... I don't know why, but hotel rooms make me so horny! He swallowed hard and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, while I laughed it off, making him wonder if I was serious or not. I could tell he was surprised, but he obviously liked what I said. A visible bulge started forming inside his jeans, and now it was my turn to be surprised ... I had never expected Tom to have such a big penis!!! I didn’t want to get over-excited, it could just be the angle from which I was gazing at his crotch ... but I couldn’t help staring with my mouth half-open, while a familiar tingling sensation traveled down my stomach to my pussy. Now I really wanted Tom!! This wasn’t a game anymore, I had to have that big cock inside me soon! I continued flirting with him, making us both titillate with anticipation, until we were at the hotel entrance. I was happy to see that Tom wasn’t blushing anymore (I figured all the extra blood must’ve gone between his legs!), and he had a grin on his face and a lusty twinkle in his eyes that I’d never seen before. He asked me to go check us in while he parked the car, and just when I was about to step out of the car, he pulled me close and whispered in my ear: Make sure you get us a nice big bed. I’m going to need room when I’m fucking your brains out. My jaw dropped and my panties got decidedly wet, while his words resonated like electricity throughout my body. In the 4 years that I’d known Tom, I’d never heard him talk like that, to me or anyone else. What I found even more arousing was the fact that I was no longer the hunter ... I’d become the prey in my own erotic game. I got the card-keys to our room, and as we walked through the hotel lobby towards the elevators, an old classmate of Tom’s yelled his name from the bar, and came towards us with his arms open, inviting us for a beer. I excused myself saying that I wanted to take a shower before the opening banquet that evening, and left Tom catching up with his old buddy. While waiting for the elevator, I turned around and saw that lusty look again, his eyes glued to my ass while his friend talked animatedly. Once in the room, I dropped everything and searched my bag for my sexiest underwear. I turned the shower on, and while I undressed I kept looking at my reflection getting blurry as the mirror fogged up. I like my body. My breasts are full, round, and inviting. The soft curvature of my stomach leads to my almost bare pussy, just a hint of hair over the mound, and then the round soft lips enclosing the juicy fruit, ripe for the taking. I came back to my senses, slowly opening my eyes and realizing that I was standing naked in the middle of the bathroom, touching myself, and Tom was looking at me from the door, which I’d left ajar. He had obviously rejected his friend's invitation, and followed me to the room, but I hadn't heard him come in. I could barely recognize him, the lust transforming his face, giving it a masculinity that I’d somehow missed before. He dropped his bag and resolutely walked towards me, grabbed my ass with one hand, and my wrist with the other. He then tenderly but firmly guided my hand, the one that had been between my legs a few seconds ago, towards my mouth. I tentatively parted my lips, and he led my fingertips between them, for me to lick my own juices. After I did that, he leaned forward and kissed me, tasting my pussy from my own mouth. The kiss was deep and long, and I started feeling weak at the knees as his hands explored my body. His lips traveled from my mouth to my neck, softly biting and kissing, making me moan with desire. He kept going down, cupping my big breasts with both hands, squeezing, licking, biting the big pink nipples, making them harden with sweet ache, producing waves of pleasure that rippled from my breasts to my pussy. His loving attention to my breasts continued for several minutes, while he muttered between mouthfuls that he had dreamt of doing that for years. My pussy started to ache with pleasure, the all-too-familiar feeling of pressure building up right at my core, and I knew I couldn’t stand the emptiness between my legs for much longer. I pulled him up to his feet and eagerly started to unbutton his shirt and pants, while guiding him to the bed. We barely made it without tumbling to the floor, and I finally had him right where I wanted him: lying on his back, with his legs parted and a throbbing thick bulge struggling against the fabric of his boxers. I straddled his waist and kissed him passionately, holding his wrists above his head against the mattress, and slowly making my way down to his neck and chest. I bit and lick at his nipples, making him shudder with pleasure, while my naked pussy hovered over his cock, teasingly pressing against it for a few seconds, then moving away. I was too horny to keep this up for much longer, so I kissed and licked my way down his stomach towards his boxers. I stopped for a second to marvel in the wonderful spectacle before my eyes, and absorb the delicate smell of his manhood, before releasing it by pulling his underwear down towards his knees. A beautiful long thick cock sprung in front of my face and I couldn’t stop a delighted giggle. He knew what was coming, so he grabbed a few pillows to prop himself up and enjoy the show. I locked my eyes with his and the lust between us was so powerful that I couldn’t believe I’d never even thought of this guy in a sexual way before. I couldn’t remember being so turned by anyone before, and I wanted nothing more than to fuse my body to his and let the fire of the passion consume me. But I also remembered my original plan: to give him the time of his life. So I smiled, and without breaking eye contact, I engulfed the fat head of his dick with my mouth in one smooth motion. He gasped at the sudden warmth and wetness on his dick, and moaned out my name while my tongue circled his head inside my mouth. I managed to get more of his beautiful cock between my lips and started to bob my head up and down, letting the head come out of my mouth almost completely before driving it back towards my throat. He moaned each time my lips wrapped tigthly around the sensitive area just under his cock head, and sitting up, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and encouraged the up-and-down movement of my head. I’m sexually aggressive and love to make a man my plaything. But nothing turns me on as much as a guy who knows what he wants and how to get it, someone who is as aggressive as me. I felt I’d found my match in Tom. To be continued.....