This last year of my degree is being awful. No doubt the most difficult of all my academic life. I’ve never spent so much time at the library, and still so, my marks are not as great as I would like it were. I have had to refuse my friends and sacrifice a lot of parties because of I had to stay awake studying all night a lot of times; I strove as I never did before, and if it weren’t just for only one subject, I would be already a young successful graduate-girl.

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As a good student, it’s hard for me to believe that all the efforts I made, have not been enough to endure the course of this subject. Afterwards, once they have been enough to endure the whole rest.

 

I don’t like to speculate about people, neither mistrust about their professionalism, but it’s known that this professor has recently divorced his wife, and I dare to affirm that such breakup, is the reason why I failed. My theory is that this dramatic fact has struck his mood, and thus, he has become sterner with the students.

 

I don’t blame him; although I’m young, I know sometimes life is hard and its lashing may also strike people near from who really are suffering it.

 

Actually, I feel a little pity about him, because he is not that kind of mean and boring teachers who never listen the students and are only worrying about the pension plan or the Sunday morning match of golf. Usually, he is nice and help us a lot. He is very smart and a very attractive man too, that by his look, I’d say he must work out often at the gym.

 

He is tall and has black hair by where white starts conquering his head, giving him a sexy and handsome touch. He seems very confident of himself when comes to class happy, and he’s funny too; thing that alternates with the times he comes doleful and sulky. I think his ex-wife, for whom he is still crazily in love, has run away with another man, and depression beats him such days.

 

Whatever it may be, I’m very sorry for his situation, but I can’t accept this failure and I have to make him see that I’m deserving to pass the course. So, I asked him for an appointment to check all my coursework and discuss my grade.

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This is my last chance to avoid not achieving my degree this year, which would be a horrible fact for me. I have even written a dramatic speech to persuade him, which I’m reading again and again meanwhile I’m waiting at his office door.

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I’m feeling very nervous because this will be the first time that I’m going to be alone with him, face to face, and I fear for seeing myself intimidated by his formal manners and find myself with no words so that I can defend rightly my demand. I know I must be strong and push myself to go brave; so, I’ll take this as the final challenge to come into the real adult world, where as it was always said to me, nobody gives a thing for nothing.

 

He makes me come in and take sit. His desk is spotless and everything is perfectly placed on its correct place. He carries a serious face and does not look at me even for a second. He sits opposite to me and he starts our chat with a reading of my file of marks which turns me confused.

 

In effect, they are low marks. They never could reach a scant pass at its combination; I can’t deny that mathematic evidence. But with a smart selection of my words, which I reach to do with effort, I drive the course of the conversation to my domain and I start reciting my speech almost like a prayer.

 

I’m confident at this point, but in the middle of my rehearsed monologue, I realize my words are falling into a broken bag and that I’m piercing the crust of his attention without any success. He is sat, lost gaze in some point of the desk and his mind far from this office. I interrupt my speech and I get a little angry, because he even not reaches to disturb himself with the silence which suddenly is made; it’s like he had become a statue, and my angry becomes shock at the sight of his complete lack of any reaction.

 

I fear he is suffering an ictus or something like that. I try to make him come back to the earth, but he is really absorbed inside himself and I can’t get he realizes I’m next to him. I think I must run out to look for help but when I’m about to do it, he bursts inconsolable into tears, leaving me open-mouthed and sticked to the chair.

 

This is a real surrealistic situation. First, I think I’m dreaming and I pinch myself to awake, but I’m here and this is happening, so I do have no more options than do something. I ask him some questions to which he babbles a respond that doesn’t clarify me a thing. I decide go straight to the point and ask him if the reason why he feels like that, is his divorce and his ex-wife. His reply is affirmative; he makes me know it nodding at the same time that he burst again in sobs.

 

I’m brokenhearted before the sight of that man, over whom I put my admiration sometimes, dejected by the sadness and distress. After all, I’ve always loved this professor, although the marks he has come giving me, were an absolute shit.

 

I leave aside the properly manners between pupil and professor and go to embrace him and give him a shoulder where his tears can be dried; he fits together himself with my body, like a child who receives his mother’s cares after falling and hurting his knees. I sway him, trying to calm him down and I speak him slowly and sweetly, supporting him with my solace.

 

This is not the first time I must comfort somebody who has suffered a failed relationship. My friends and I, are currently in the age of suffering one at least once a month, even twice. Perhaps three; whatever, but always, never more than four. Definitely sure, five; the times a month at the most that we suffer one. Thus, I know quite well how to manage this kind of situations. So, I do my best.

 

Two minutes later, the silence occupies the whole room and we are still embraced, finding ourselves strangely comfortable next each other. He is completely quiet and not crying anymore. My caresses start being returned by him, and like a shooting star which appears suddenly in the night sky without a previous warning, our mouths are launched one against the other, joining together in a kiss so burning as the bonfire’s fire from the first beach party of August.

 

I’m not came here ready for this, but the sweetness of his kisses and the carefulness of his hands, joined to the unexpected of the situation, turns me on without an option to stop. Besides, he is not in the mood for going backward either.

 

He stands up and leads my body to the desk, finding each other face to face in a more comfortable position for kissing and letting our hands explore our bodies; first over the clothes and then underneath, with the sound of our moans and heavy breath, pointing that we both are wanting the same thing.

 

My jumper ends at the carpet and my bra follows it. He sucks my nipples and squeeze my tits strongly; my chest becomes the place where he forgets his sadness and recovers his true charm. My hands check his mind is here, when I do a passing by his crotch and note that his cock is really hard. I unfasten his pants to set it free and he frees me from my jeans and panties just after that, leaving me totally naked and getting wet.

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His mouth travels inch by inch my belly and reaches my stylishly shaved pussy where his tongue whirls into. My clit is sucked burningly by his sweet mouth and his fingers start walking happily in and out of my, each time wetter, little entrance. The sound and ardor of my groans grows its level step by step as I, being plunged into the pleasure he is giving me, grab his hair to drive him exactly to the point where I want that he go.

 

I note marriage experience on him. He knows when be sweet and when be tough. In such a way that he leaves the reins to make me run free while he eats my pussy, but he gives me a strong pull at the right moment, sucking my clit so that I keep go on to the most pleasant goal when he considers that I’m distracting myself. He is so good at what he’s doing, that I reach a marvelous orgasm which shakes my body and makes me moan loudly, almost without I realize that I was going to cum.

 

I enjoy wildly and now, our kisses have the flavor of my joyous pussy. I delight in the flavor of my juice coming from his mouth; I kiss him passionately, as best as I can so as to show him the power of the fire, he has lighted inside of me. A fire so intense, which just kisses not reach to show it, and that pushes me, being starving of his flesh, to suck his cock.

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I get on my knees and come his cock into my mouth. From this position I have a sight which I never imagined that I could ever have. In fact, I believed that professors’ cocks not become hard, but now I realize how wrong I was. His cock is sturdy like a log, and to be honest I have to say that he is well-endowed. I get myself horny, more and more, sucking his cock like he were one of my fellows or my last-week boyfriend. I even suck his balls and strike my mouth savagely with his cock, causing him a kind of reaction which makes me laugh. It must be, because girls on his youth didn’t do things like this, which makes the expression of his face becomes tenderly adorable, and it teases me to strike even harder.

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My eyes get flooded preventing me to get a good sight of him, and as I want he fuck me, and I do not have a visual control of his face to figure out whether he is near or not to cum, I leave the blowjob and lay myself over the desk, inviting him to fuck my pretty pussy.

 

He takes me like an animal that tosses itself over the prey which will feed it. He beats into my crotch, stripping off from me, burning moans and in ecstasy screams. Things from the desk start to drop on the floor but he doesn’t worry about it, so me neither. His cock drills me time after time, making arrive to my mind a kind of fog that soaks my senses with pleasure and raises my temperature, I melting with each one of his strikes.

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I’m under his control, tasting joyfully the drops of pleasure that are showering inside my pussy like it were a storm of lust. I open widely my legs and rub my clit, feeling sexier before his eyes, which are looking at me with so much desire, that I even could consider it a compliment.

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I deliver myself totally to him. My moans are the loud reflect from delights that he makes me feel, and however, he doesn’t seem start being allayed yet; an idea starts wandering around my head, but I don’t pay attention, because it seems to me a not-a-lot possible thing to happen; I guess my teacher is too much demure for it. Nonetheless, and again by surprise, he drives me crazy, leaving my pussy to make jump his flinty pecker to my ass without restraining himself even a little and starting to fuck me like if I were the dirty bitch of his ex-wife.

 

Now it’s me whom cannot conceal the incredulity on my face for what he is doing. With all, I love it and I can’t stop groaning. Incredulity becomes desire and ardor; and recovered after the surprise of the moment, I beg him to go on beating deeply my butthole.

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He accepts my plea and pierces my ass in a so wonderful way, that makes me close my eyes and I let myself get lost into the pleasure of his flesh tightly inside of me.

 

We both go forward to the orgasm under his pace. Sometimes he stops to bring out his cock and licks my asshole driving me crazy that way, and much more, when he comes again with his beautiful dong, and goes on ramming me again and again.

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My body starts to quiver and my moans reach its highest intensity when I approach unstoppable to the orgasm, as I also rub harshly my clit. An electric wave runs my whole body and the sensors of my vagina start being collapsed by the pleasure signals which will trigger my cum; they arriving as an amount so big as the number of Roman empire’s army soldiers that conquered a half of the world.

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I orgasm and my pussy throws a strong squirt which wets his abs. Shook he gazes the fountain that appeared in my body and a smile is drawn on his face. I cum crazily and now he is going to do it as well.

 

I get on my knees and I start to suck hard his cock, so as to he can forget any kind of pain which would have endured until reaching this point; my pace and power are strong and I barely stop for a second even for breathing.

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He moans each time with bigger frequency, and with a deep one, his beautiful cock of professor starts to beat until releasing a plenty rain of coco-milk, that I make fall over my tits, my face and my tongue, with great satisfaction for we both.

 

A soft Breeze come into the office by the window, passing its calm and serenity on to our senses, and they come back to their regular state. While we are putting our clothes on, he starts from the beginning with the true reason of our meet. No doubt he is another man. I realize his mood has changed; he is cheerful and very talkative, even makes jokes almost without stop.

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We agree a pass grade in exchange for keeping under secret everything what happened in the office. I can’t hold my happiness and I start jumping and hold him and kiss him; he tries to ease me and advices me that I should learn to be more diligent to get better results.

 

I become serious and reply him if he really thinks what happened here could have had a better result. He blushes and after a silence that evidence how cute he may be, he congratulates me.

 

Finally, I got it! I’m going to be graduate this year!