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WORK FOR A FIVE

It was a hot June day outside, which meant that the summer holidays were approaching - but only for those who managed to close the session on time. Dasha stood indecisively in front of the door of the office of the head of the mathematics department, nervously biting her lips. Right now, behind this door, the professor was filling out forms for first-year students, in which the girl was studying, and she knew that he would give her a C.
On yesterday’s exam, the teacher openly failed her without giving her a chance. Dasha, a gold medalist, who had been accustomed to being an excellent student since school, could not allow this to happen. She was on her way to graduating with honors, and couldn’t even imagine how her parents would react to the news that their smart daughter had slipped to C grades, even if it wasn’t her fault. She knew she had to do something, but it was too late now. The professor who taught mathematical analysis was a tough person, and Dasha absolutely did not understand how she had annoyed him. All that was left was to beg on my knees, and even then it would hardly work...

Dasha timidly knocked on the door and quietly entered the office.

“Hello, Valery Viktorovich,” she greeted cautiously, “Can I come in?” “So you’ve already entered, Antonova,” the teacher took off his glasses and looked displeasedly at the student. The professor was about fifty years old, he was a large and heavyset man. His always stern and dissatisfied face seemed to be hewn from stone, and small, attentive eyes looked out from under heavy gray eyebrows. This elderly man evoked nothing but disgust and timidity in the girl, but despite this she had already tried to make eyes at him a couple of times. Usually this method always helped her, and she received all the A’s from other male teachers at the university in this way. But the mathematician was too stern and inflexible, so the lush breasts and long legs of the young brunette had no effect on him.

“You still haven’t corrected your C grade,” he said, “ Although I warned you. You got all A’s in your other subjects for the semester, right?

Dasha nodded.

— I... I didn’t have time “Valery Viktorovich,” the student babbled. - You understand, I’m an excellent student, with honors, and here...

- And what’s here? - the professor winced. - I’m already putting it out, here.

He pointed to the list of her group lying in front of him.

-Have you already put it out to me? — the girl asked anxiously.

“Not yet,” the teacher answered her, “What good is it to you?” You won’t pass the exam in five minutes, no matter how hard you try. So go home, are you done with your classes? So go.

“Well, Valery Viktorovich, please,” the girl begged, “Maybe there is some other way?” I’ll fix everything, just tell me what to do. I’ll do anything for you, just don’t bet!

—What do you say? - The teacher raised his eyebrows. - Well, maybe, maybe...

A spark of hope flashed in Dasha’s eyes. The girl nodded happily.

- What should I do? — she asked readily.

Valery Viktorovich leaned back in his chair and looked at his student. Dasha was a normal eighteen-year-old student, tanned, slim and fit. She tied her voluminous black hair back into a ponytail. Dasha was dressed for the weather - in short white shorts, a tight blue T-shirt and summer sneakers on her feet.

“Now let’s see what you can do,” the man said thoughtfully, getting up from behind table. He walked up to the office door and locked it from the inside with a key, then slowly approached Dasha from behind.

The girl watched his actions without moving. She didn’t know what he was up to, but she was ready to happily grab any chance to get the desired grade.

The professor hugged the girl’s shoulders from behind. At the touch of his rough, short fingers, Dasha shuddered. She turned to look at him in fear.

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— Well, come on, show how you get an A “You want,” the man said, breathing heavily into the student’s ear.

“Viktor Valerievich,” Dasha stammered.

— “What?” - said the professor. “You said it yourself: whatever.” So I offer you... an option. If you don’t want to, then get out of here... And I’ll fill out your form and sign it.

- I... Okay... - the girl exhaled.

“Well done,” the professor praised her. - You’re going for an A. Well, come on, sit down.

He sat Dasha on a chair and stood in front of her so that her face was right next to his groin. He unzipped his trousers and took out his shriveled, gray-haired penis. Watching how it swells and tenses in front of her face, Dasha feels nauseous. She looked at the professor with tear-filled eyes. He silently put his hand on the back of her head and pressed, poking the head of his penis into her lips.

“Start working,” he said.

Dasha opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tense head. She tried not to touch his penis with her tongue, but when the professor began to move his hips, driving the penis deeper into her mouth, she gave up this idea. The head slid smoothly between her wet lips, every now and then meeting the girl’s tongue. She poked her nose into the thick gray hair of the professor’s groin, sticking out of his pants, and because of this it was difficult for her to breathe.

“That’s it, Antonova, let’s be more active,” the man said, thrusting the student into her mouth faster and faster. “You thought you’d make eyes at me and that’s all?” Am I just going to give you a high five? No, now you’ll give me a hard time...

Finally, Viktor Valerievich let go of the student’s head, and taking out his penis, took a step away from her.

“Come on, get up,” he wheezed heavily.

Dasha, wiping her lips with her palm and quietly sniffling, stood up on wobbly legs. She was no longer sure that this was all a good idea. She wasn’t sure she wanted to continue. At least she hoped it wouldn’t go any further than that. She stood in front of her teacher almost half naked, and he looked at her young slender body. Finally he stood up and stretched out his hand, touching the girl’s breasts through her bra. Dasha flushed and almost recoiled from him, but by some titanic effort of will she remained standing in place. Valery Viktorovich approached her closely and began to carefully massage her breasts, as if testing her reaction. Not feeling resistance from the girl, he sank lower, stroked her stomach with his palms, and slid to her hips. Kneading her firm buttocks in his palms, the teacher looked carefully into her face. Tears sparkled in Dasha’s eyes, but she held back so as not to cry. The mixture of shame and disgust she felt barely showed on her face. Pursing her lips and looking somewhere at the wall over the teacher’s shoulder, she endured his sweaty, hot hands caressing her body, and prayed that Valery Viktorovich would limit himself to only this. So that he, having groped the girl to his heart’s content, would let her go and they could both forget about this wild story. But the professor clearly had no intention of stopping. He wanted to take full advantage of her.

His fingers slid up the inside of her thigh and began to feel her crotch through the fabric. He then pressed his palm to her lower abdomen and slipped his hand into the girl’s panties, stroking her smoothly shaved pubic area with rough fingers. Snorting with excitement, the man pulled the bra straps off the student’s shoulders and pulled it down. Dasha had lush, firm breasts, lighter than her tanned body because of her swimsuit. The man lustfully pressed his lips to them, greedily licking them and covering them with slobbery, sucking kisses. Tears rolled down the girl’s cheeks. A lump of nausea rose in my throat. Having finished with the hug, the man grabbed her by the shoulders and bent her over the nearby table, pressing her bare chest against the cold varnished board. Without unbuttoning, he forcefully pulled off Dasha’s shorts and pulled down her thin panties. The girl’s juicy, elastic buttocks glistened appetizingly under the rays of the May sun. She felt the fresh wind that flew through the open window of the office, blowing on her naked ass. Valery Viktorovich, without preamble, joined his student from behind and began to capitalize her. Firmly grasping the girl’s tender tanned hips, he rhythmically drove his hardened member into her. (Especially for sexytales.org - sexytales.org) Lying with her cheek on the desk and closing her eyes, Dasha choked on her tears. She felt everything that the man did to her with every cell of his body. She felt the thick red head moving back and forth, felt the pain from the iron grip of the fingers of the man fucking her, felt the unbearable heat of the tense male member inside her, and then the prickly hairy groin of her teacher touched her buttocks. He, purring like an animal, tastefully tucked her from behind, enjoying every movement. Putting his hands on the girl’s shoulders, he pulled Dasha towards him, forcing her to arch her back. The movements of the penis became faster and sharper. The man leaned on her from behind with all his weight and the table on which the girl lay creaked pitifully. Valery Viktorovich clung to Dasha and breathed heavily into her ear. After making a few more quick jerks, he came.

Wheezing contentedly, the man fell away from her and put his fallen member in his pants.

— Well done, Antonova,” he exhaled, “you’ll get an A.” She deserved it. Give your record book here.

Dasha carefully pulled her shorts over her sore thighs. Then she picked up her slipped bra and somehow put on a crumpled T-shirt.

Silently, she handed her record book to the professor. He, grinning, quickly signed it and returned it back.

“Here, here you go,” he said, looking at the tear-stained student. — Your course and I still have a whole semester next year... And you and I already have experience in communication. So, if there are questions... You know how to solve them.

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