All For Good Grades (Schoolgirl Audio Porn)

All For Good Grades (Schoolgirl Audio Porn)

Introduction

Welcome to OrgasmicAudio.com You know, a part of me has been fantasizing about this for ages. Alone time, just the two of us, and I don’t mind using a pretense to get it. I’ll share a little bit about what I have in mind, just so you can get on the same page.

My fantasy features just the two of us. So make sure you’re listening. I’m not alone, and not focused on driving, or on anything but me. That means if you’re in a public place, we’ll just have to pick this up later. And since it’s just you and me in this fantasy, everyone is over the age of 18. I like my men a little older, more experienced.

Just, well… More… Like you. Now that we’ve taken care of that, I have some grades that need your, uh… Attention. Almost as much as I need your attention. I’m sure you can take care of everything that I’m worried about. And the way to do it. The way to do it best… Is to join me in my fantasy.

Relaxation

All you have to do, Professor, is listen. Since we’re going to do plenty of naughty things, I want to make sure that we’re both ready for it. So let’s get to it. Let’s get to it. So let’s start with a deep breath together.

And hold for three… Two… One… Mmm… Just like that. Neither of us wants the real world. That doesn’t make any sense… Why? Because I can’t hear you? Why, I tell you… I understand why. I see. I understand. I think this water is raw. It’ll move<|te|> down for me. Drop every inhibition. Shake it all off and lay back.

That’s it. Get nice and comfortable for me. Close your eyes and take another deep breath. Inhale and hold for three, two, one, and exhale. Do you feel the tension rolling off you? Do you feel your shoulders relax as your chest expands?

Keep breathing just like that. So deep that it’s like you’re breathing me in, sinking further and further down into my voice. Every breath brings you closer to me and lets more of your stress roll off of your shoulders. Let it all go, darling. Let it fall away. You don’t need it. All you need to do is follow my voice. Let it guide you. So good for me.

Another deep breath together now. Hold for three, two, one, and exhale. wander. Much better. I’ll guide you through everything, professor. I’ll show you just what I want, what I need, and I’ll give you twice as much pleasure in return.

Repeat this every single time. higher, lower,? high, lower. lead and follow along, using all your senses. Just you and me, exploring a fantasy that’s just for us. You’ll be my hands, and I’ll fill your imagination with everything you need for us both to have a happy ending.

Erotic Audio Story

So, knock knock, Professor. It’s time to join me in pure pleasure. Ugh, this whole semester has been a whirlwind. Professor, I’ve been so focused on the guys falling for me, left and right, that I may have led a few assignments.

Well, slip. It’s not because I don’t love your class, but I’ve had my hands full fending off advances from frat boys and nervous nerds ever since I came back from summer break with a new style and new kind.

I’ve been so focused on the guys falling for me, left and right, that I may have led a few assignments. I don’t shy away from shirts that show my perfect, perky cleavage, or a little sliver of my flat belly. I’ve even caught some professors looking my way.

But you have always been so… Ugh. Professional. Even when I twirl my blonde hair around my finger and bat my long lashes at you when I ask for an extension, you just tell me to look at the syllabus, totally unaffected by my baby blue eyes, or the fact that I push my tits together while I ask. That’s… That’s why you’re my favorite professor.

Sexy, passionate about teaching, and so hard to figure out. You have no idea how much I’ve fantasized about you. Anytime you have students present their papers and turn the lights down low, I imagine spreading my legs to show you my bare… Barely there, thong. Imagine you sitting at my two-person table, right next to me.

Then your fingers would slide up the inside of my soft, warm thigh, all the way to my panties, and… Oh. Interrupting my fantasy. You ask if I’m paying attention, and give me a hard stare. Um, of course. Yes, I am. I love when you use that commanding tone.

It just makes my fantasies hotter. I blush and nod towards you when I remember that, well, we are in the middle of class, and these presentations are very… Very important. Our midterms can make or break us, and I know I’m close to failing the class.

It’s not because I’m a bad student. It’s just because you’re so distracting. How can I focus on your lectures when I’m so focused on your lips? How can I get through any assignment when there’s so much life to live?

Which is why I put on a short pleated skirt today, and a low-cut sweater that doesn’t hide a thing. I didn’t even bother with a bra, since I know my nipples are visible through the thin fabric of my sweater. Failing a college class isn’t an option.

Fucking you to get a good grade. Well, that’s my hope. I’d rather fuck you just because we want to go at it. But the idea of having to seduce you, of giving you all that power over me, it drives me insane. So, once class wraps up, I wait for almost everyone to leave, and I’ll tell you, And walk over to your desk.

You glance up. But this time, your eyes drag over me. Drinking in my tan skin. My curves. My bare thighs on display. You ask what you can do for me. And I put on my best sad face. I know I’m close to failing the class. But I read in the syllabus that you sometimes offer extra credit, I say. You ask if I’d actually do the work.

Or if I’d keep you waiting. I won’t keep you waiting, I promise. Biting at my body. Bottom lip. That’s the last thing I’d do to you, professor. Why don’t we go talk in your office? Since you’re a dedicated professor. And you don’t suspect anything. You lead me right to your private office. You have some bookshelves.

A big mahogany desk. And gorgeous windows. That you’ve covered in curtains. Like you know what I have planned. I shut the door behind me. And you look over. I’ve edited all my papers based on your comments already. I purr. I’ve rewritten them in full, actually. You tell me that that will get me partial credit added to my grade.

But we both know it’s not enough to save me. I’m nearly failing your class. You remind me that I need to pass my oral presentation tomorrow. But that’s not the kind of oral I have in mind for today. So I round your desk to stand beside you.

And rest one ass cheek against your desk. I spread my legs a little bit. And lean over. So you can see even more of my body. You know. Oral is exactly what I was hoping you’d say. You tut at me. Telling me not to tease. That it’s not appropriate.

But I drag my skirt up a little. Because naughty makes it better. Professor, I say. And if wanting you is naughty. Then what does fantasizing about you constantly make me? You watch my fingers trail up my thigh. And over my see-through panties. I slowly stroke over my slits.

I think about you every day in class About your fingers pressing right here About how you’d pull my panties to the side And fill me with your fingers Before you tell me to get on my knees And earn your attention I purr Your throat bobs And you lean forward Can you smell my floral perfume? Can you see how wet I am Just from touching myself in front of you?

I put my foot on your desk To give you an even better view Mmm Mmm Mmm I get all wet Just for you, professor Always for you Just because I want to blow you Want to feel you And please you I say It’s driving me crazy You tell me this isn’t appropriate But I pull my pants up And I pull my panties to the side And hear your groan.

Mmm Yes You want my perfectly shaved Slick pussy I know you do I stick out my tongue as I moan I rub my fingers over my clit Then lift up my hand I suck one of my fingers out And grin at you It would be our secret, professor I don’t want to share you with anyone And I don’t want you to share me I promise You stand up suddenly.

And I’m afraid that you’re going to walk out You don’t say much on the best days But I’m afraid that you’re going to walk out But here I am Legs spread Pussy wet And on display And you’re standing You put one hand on my thigh Hard And stare down at me You tell me that this isn’t what good girls do Oh Who said I was a good girl?

I say I can prove what I’m good at, though You watch as I guide your hand to my pussy I feel you shaking As I run your big fingers Over my drenched pussy lips I guide them to my clit And you slowly stroke me.

Oh, fuck Do you feel how hot I am, professor? Do you see how wet you make me? Oh, you’re the reason I’m so naughty And brazen I just can’t resist Not when I’m around you As you keep running your fingers over me Getting closer and closer to me And closer to my entrance I start to undo your belt I can’t keep myself in line anymore.

I undo your zipper And you groan As I drag your pants and boxers down To see your half-hard cock Oh, yes Mmm Oh You slide your fingers down Into me As I lick my hand Before wrapping my wet fingers Around your shaft.

Oh Yes, professor I want you I’ve turned down every frat boy And every college kid Because I just know That you’re better I know that you are who I want I know that you are who I want I say You’re as stoic as ever.

But from the way your eyes flash I can tell you like what you hear Mmm You keep fingering my pussy Adding a second thick finger That makes me moan Oh Oh, they’re so good But I need more I grab your belt loop And pull you closer to me As I lay back.

So that I can blow you While you keep fingering me Mmm I need you filling my throat Buried deep inside me And I just can’t be patient Not anymore Oh Mmm Mmm Yeah Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm.

Oh Your cock tastes even better Than it feels I can’t get enough Oh I suck the head Licking and swirling Swirling my tongue Then I take you even deeper I keep working my tongue over you I keep working my tongue over you Until I can fit you in my throat. Oh. Your fingers filling me. Your cock choking me. It’s all so damn good.

Oh. How am I supposed to control myself? How am I supposed to calm down? When you’re right here. More importantly. How do you ever expect me to be a good girl again? When being bad gets me this kind of reward. Mm-hmm.

Oh. Ah. Your fingers thrust deep inside me. So I moan around your cock. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. I hope you can feel how much harder I suck. And how much wetter my mouth gets. Mm. You taste so good. I keep choking myself on you before I pop off your cock. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. I exhale over you and see your cock twitch.

As much as I like blowing you, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, I ask you. You can fuck me all night and for the rest of the semester, as long as I’m passing. You try to say that your grades aren’t for sale, but I just wrap my mouth around your cock again. You moan so low and deep. I pull my shirt up to show you my tits. Your hand cups my breast, pinches my nipple, makes me feel even. Better. Which is wetter, professor? My mouth or my pussy?

And which one do you want more? I’m not silly. I know you’re eyeing my pussy because you want your cock buried inside me. I meet your eyes. As I take you everywhere. As deep as I can. Choking on your perfect dick. You groan and tighten your grip on my breast. You finally agree and I pop off you again. I adjust myself on your desk, spreading my legs wide.

I spread my pussy lips for you. So you can see exactly how soaked and ready I am for you. My pussy is yours, sir. Only yours. For the entire semester. I promise. So is my mouth. You rub over my head. I’m not a pussy. I’m a pussy. I’m a pussy. I’m a pussy. And I tremble. I want you so much. I can’t think about anything else. Don’t you want me to?

Isn’t your cock so hard that it hurts? I bet you already miss having my hot wet mouth wrapped around you. Sucking and slurping your dick. I’m a pussy. I’m a pussy. I’m a pussy. I’m a pussy. I’m a pussy. Slurping your dick. Fuck me, professor. My pussy is aching for you. I order. You grip my thighs. Then slide into me. Inch by agonizing inch.

Oh. I moan with you as you fill me with everything you’ve got. Oh, it feels so good. Oh, I just want more. You make me feel so good. You’re even better than I thought you’d be. Oh, fuck. You tighten your hold on me. Oh, and slide into me again. Oh, and again. Oh, and again. Oh, yes. Yes. Fuck me hard. Oh, fuck me as hard as you need.

I can take it. I want it. I want it. I beg. My pussy is so tight around you. Oh, you feel so big, buried inside me. I look down to see your cock. Now all shiny with my wetness. Sliding in. And out of me. Over and over again. Oh, you look so hot while fucking me. Don’t stop. Don’t hold back. I want to hear everything. And feel everything.

Oh, yeah. I hold on to your wrists as I moan and pant. I roll my hips so I can take you even deeper. You’re driving me so insane. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out for much longer. Ah. Based on how you’re pounding into me. The growls coming from your throat. And the way your muscles keep tensing. I know that you’re close too.

I wrap my legs around you and meet your eyes again. You have to wait to come, Professor. I’m ten seconds away. And I get to come first. You nod. I know you want to come all over me. Make me your mess. Specifically. So I smile wickedly. And say, count down with me, Professor. Ten. Oh, fuck yes. Don’t stop. Push me over the edge.

Oh, we’re both so eager to come. And we’re both earning it today. Oh. Oh. Nine. Oh, yes. So good. Oh, there’s no way having your cock just once will satisfy me. Oh, I need it. I need it. Oh. Eight. Oh, Professor. Professor. You see how fun it is to be naughty.

Aren’t you excited to have me just like this all semester as much as you want? Oh. Oh, fuck. Oh. Oh. Seven. I’m so close. Oh, can you feel my pussy tightening around your cock? Again and again. Oh. Oh. My moan’s getting so loud for you. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Six. Yes. Yes.

Just like that, sir. Oh, don’t let yourself come. But don’t you dare stop. I want you. I need you. Five. We’re halfway there. Oh. We’re so close. Oh. Touch my clit. Kiss me. Grab my tits. I’m yours. Use me, Professor. Oh, use me. Use my pussy.

Oh. Oh, you. Oh. Oh. Four. Fuck. Oh, fuck. You feel so good. I’m right on the edge for you. Oh. I’m ready to burst and gush for you. On you. All over you. Help me get there. Oh. Oh, don’t stop. Three. Professor. Oh. Professor. I’m right.

Oh. Oh, God. Right there. Oh. Just like that. Yes. Faster. Faster. Harder. I want it. Oh. Two. Give me everything. I need it all. Fuck me just like you need. I can’t wait. I can’t wait to watch you come all over me. Oh. Oh. One. One. Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes. Come with me. Oh. Oh. Oh. I’m coming. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. So good. Oh, oh, oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Yes. Oh. Oh. Oh. Hmm. I gush. Don’t Laugh. Don’t Laugh. All over your cock, right before you pull out of me, and come all over my tits and belly. Every rope of cum lands on my skin, so hot and perfect. Oh, yes. Oh, you know, I would have done that even without the boost to my grade. I say with a laugh. You watch me, then stumble back, falling into your chair.

You look so dazed and so pleased. I lick my lips and pull my shirt down. So I can’t breathe. So I can’t breathe. So I get to keep feeling your cum all over me for the rest of the day. I stand up and move my wet panties back into place. I won’t be able to think of anything but you for the rest of the day. I’m sure of that. You keep watching me as you calm down.

I lean in. I lean in and kiss the corner of your mouth. I like our deal, professor. You get me, and I get to pass your class. Just keep that in mind tomorrow. You nod once. I’ll give a good oral presentation, and then I’ll show you my real oral skills after class. I tease.

I straighten myself out as much as I can, making sure that I don’t look freshly fucked. Then I walk to the door of your office. I wouldn’t want you to get into any trouble with the rest of the faculty. I put my hand on the doorknob and look back at you.

You look good when you’re coming, but this is even better. I’ll be thinking about you until we meet again, professor. You’re my favorite, for more than just your teaching style now.

One thing’s for sure. I’m going to be looking forward to each class with you for the rest of the semester. Fantasizing about all the naughty things we can do. I’ll be there. Right after you get done lecturing. Today was just the start.