Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Lauren sat upright in the office chair, clenching her knees together to dampen the scent of her already wet, teenaged pussy. She was waiting for Professor Nicholson to arrive, as she had made an appointment to meet with him to discuss her failing grades. Professor Nicholson was a short, stubby, balding man, with a red chubby face which grew redder as he shouted his lectures at the class. His tiny, squinting eyes were portrayed behind thick rimmed glasses that had gone out of style in the 70s, let alone the 2000s. His short stubby fingers were always moving, always drumming on his desk, or clenching his clipboard, or running over his bald head. And his eyes always wandered, Lauren had noticed, over the girls in the class. Whenever one of Lauren's friends walked away from his desk, Lauren could see Professor Nicholson's eyes roam over the girl's body, and whenever Lauren approached him, his little eyes would stay focused on her rather large, prominent breasts. It had always disgusted Lauren, but since she had begun dating Brandon, a guitarist in a local band, her grades had been slipping, taking Lauren from her position on the honor role. And Lauren had decided that she would do anything, anything, to get that "A" in Professor Nicholson's class. Even if it meant letting him fuck her. Lauren had dressed specially for this particular afternoon, in her black, skin tight jeans, with a black, lace up tanktop that showed off her massive chest. Her double D breasts were pulled up by a deep purple, lacy bra, which matched her lacy thong panties. Her long black hair was down today, surrounding her pale face in a glorious waterfall, and her black eyeliner made her blue eyes stand out more than ever before. Her pouty lips were painted a deep burgandy, and twitched slightly as she heard the office door open. She turned to see Professor Nicholson enter the room, and stood as he closed the door. He was dressed in a grey suit, with a white dress shirt beneathe his suit jacket. His red tie clashed with his red cheeks, and Lauren considered telling him that he should switch to a different tie. He sat behind his desk, as if not noticing her, and sorted through some papers before pulling one out. He set it on the desk top, and placed his glasses on his face. "Your grades are slipping quite severely this semester Lauren. I'm afraid that you may want to consider summer school, or an additional class in place of a spare next semester." He told her, looking up at her. Lauren blushed as she felt his eyes wander over her young, nubile body. "Well, you see Professor," Lauren began, shifting slightly. "I was hoping we could make some sort of an agreement, one that would keep me from failing the class." Professor Nicholson stared unabashedly at her breasts, which bounced slightly as she sat down on the side of his desk. "You're on my folder," he stated bluntly, reaching forward to pull it out from under her. His fingers just barely brushed against her ass as he removed the folder from under her. He wiped sweat from his brow and looked back at her. "What kind of agreement are we talking about here? I've already given you all the extra credit assignments I can possibly give you, and you haven't even completed half of them." Lauren flipped her hair out of her face. "Well, Professor, I was hoping we could arrange a different sort of agreement tonight," Lauren said softly, placing her hand over his short, stubby fingers. He pulled his hand away, and tapped his fingers on his knee. "I see. Well, tell me what you have in mind." His eyes darted excitedly from her breasts to her cunt, which was ripe with the scent of the fresh juices which were running down her thighs. Lauren smiled, and slid from the desk onto his lap. "Professor-" "Please, call me Thomas," Professor Nicholson told her shakily, as his cock grew hard in his pants. Lauren could feel it, poking against her through the material. "Thomas," Lauren giggled and nuzzled his nose. "If you'll let me lock the door, I'll show you what kind of arrangement I'd like to make," she whispered to him, kissing his thin lips. Thomas smiled shakily and nodded, and Lauren stood and walked to the door, securing the lock into place. As she turned, she undid her jeans and slid them off, along with her panties. She then pulled her shirt off over her head, and undid her bra before throwing it to the floor. She reached down, and rubbed her finger against her quivering clit, before lifting her hand to her mouth to taste her own pussy. She approached the desk again, and Thomas quickly pushed all his belongings onto the floor, and Lauren laid down on top of the desk. Thomas stared in disbelief, before standing and hovering over her. He had undone his pants, and was stroking his cock rapidly. He leaned over Lauren's body, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking on it roughly, pinching it between his lips and flicking his tongue against it. He gripped her other boob in one hand, and used his other hand to continue stroking his six inch dick. He finally pulled away, taking off his jacket and removing his pants into a crumpled heap upon the floor, before he returned to fondling Lauren's breasts. Lauren gasped softly, placing her hand on the back of his head and pressing his face further into her boobs. She leaned forward slightly, taking the head of his cock into her soft, wet mouth. She sucked on it for a moment, when he suddenly pulled out, and spurted thick gobs of sticky, white cum down the side of her face. He stood back, breathing hard as he stroked himself further, spreading more cum across her hard pink nipples. Lauren moaned enthusiastically and giggled her girlish laugh, sitting up slightly. "Well, that was interesting," she stated, beginning to slide off the desk. Thomas grabbed her by the hair, yanking her backwards and close to his face. "I'm not finished with you yet," he whispered raspily into her ear, raking his fingers over her body to find her wet, pulsating cunt. He took off his tie, placing it around her neck and tightening it so it fit properly. "Spread your legs you little whore," he told her heatedly, prying her dimpled knees apart to reveal her insides. He leaned down and pressed his face into her cunt, lapping at her juices and flicking his tongue against her clit. Lauren moaned loudly as her ate her cunt like noone had before, licking and sucking her clit with such ferocity that it sent chills down her spine. Thomas grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her down to the edge of the desk, rubbing the head of his once again rock hard dick against her clit. He grabbed the tie around her neck and used it to pull her face towards him. "I'm going to pound your sweet little cunt harder than you've ever had it before," he warned her, shoving his tongue into her mouth and kissing her roughly. Lauren almost gagged at the sudden entry of his tongue, which tasted strongly of coffee and cigarettes, but then relaxed, and found that in a way, she liked it. She moaned softly and kissed him back, before Thomas forced her back down onto the desk. He placed his cock against her pussy, and forced it inside of her. Lauren gasped and closed her eyes, feeling the waves of ecstacy wash over her. He rocked his hips against hers, forcing his cock in and out of her tight cunt. He reached forward to wrap one of his hands around Lauren's throat, while he continued to fuck her roughly. Lauren moaned enthusiastically as he raped her pussy, ravaging her in a way that no man ever had before, and she felt the waves of orgasm washing over her body. Her cunt tightened and clenched his cock, making him moan softly and he tightened his grip around her throat. Just then, Lauren felt as his muscles tightened, before he moaned again and she felt his hot cum spurting into her tight, young cunt. Thomas pulled out, and stood up, breathing hard. Lauren was breathing hard too, exhilarated from what had just happened. When Thomas had collected himself, he pulled Lauren from the desk and forced her to her knees. "Clean it off you little bitch." he ordered her, and Lauren found herself obeying willingly. She licked at his cock, tasting both of their juices, even as she felt it all running down her thigh. When she stood, Thomas looked her over again. "You're a decent fuck Lauren, better than any of the girls in P.E. We should do this again sometime," he suggested, picking up his pants and pulling them on. Lauren smiled just then, realizing that she wanted that again, more than anything. She wanted him to fuck her like the dirty animal she was. "I'd love to. You're not a bad fuck yourself," she told him, winking and licking her lips. Lauren reached for her panties, pulling them on, as well as the rest of your clothes. "Lauren, if you're not busy, my wife is out of town for the weekend. You could come over if you wanted to, I'd love to get some more of that cunt as soon as possible." He approached her from behind, reaching down and pressing his fingers against her clit. "I'm not busy at all. What time should I come over?" Thomas smiled. "6:30 tonight.Oh, and Lauren? You've earned yourself an A."