First Exam: Bad Professor Two

By Fiona Masters

Doctor Ball the a Bad Professor. After being seduced by his student, she leads him down a dark path of indulgence. First Exam shows his first challenge. He might lose his job over all this. Should he push his luck?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona Masters
• Release date: Sep 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005024345

Fiona Masters

Fiona Masters is a librarian by day and a smut writer by night.

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First Exam

By

Fiona Masters

Chapter One

The last few days had been a hazy blur of torrid sex. Everywhere I went I seemed to encounter a cornucopia of juicy pussies, bountiful tits, and succulent asses. I had fucked two of my students, banged my PhD advisor, and gotten a hand job from a random shower nymph.

Life was good, but it was also draining. I was losing my focus. I couldn't home in on my grad work, and I felt myself falling farther and farther behind. Instead, I was slipping into a steamy dream world that dripped with horny passion. I knew that I was still fine, but I also aware that my course work and teaching assignments would soon suffer.

So, I resolved to buckle down. I needed to get some work done. I got home fairly early on Saturday night and went immediately to bed. I was dog-tired; I think I fell asleep while my head was still en route to my pillow. I got up early the next morning, showered, and took a brisk walk around my apartment complex. I felt rested.

The cool morning air cleared my head, and the lust driven veil seemed to lift. It was a beautiful day, all puffy clouds, and blue skies. The college based apartment complex was, of course, deserted. Sunday morning is not a good time for students, as the impacts of the inevitable Saturday night revelry are often still lingering.

I thought about the tasks that lay ahead of me. Several papers were quickly coming due that demanded my undivided attention. I plotted out a quick mental schedule and decided to get to work. Sex would wait until later.

When I got back to my apartment, I made myself a hot cup of green tea. From there, I went to my room and sat down in front of the computer. I flicked on the monitor and banished the screen-saver. Quickly, I began to peck at my keyboard. An outline for my first paper began to develop on the screen in front of me. I loved this, the intellectual exercise of wrestling with theory. I never knew quite where it came from. Somehow, when I sat down to write, the thoughts and theory would flow.

The process always seemed like a test of wills with ever shifting schemas. One word moved the status of the thought to and fro, forcing the meaning to subtly mutate with the est touch. When the words appeared on the screen, however, my understanding was transformed. My ideas popped into place and were made stable.

I spent the rest of my day hammering away in front of my computer. When I went to bed, I felt like I was on a roll, that my thoughts could not – should not – be stopped. Consequentially, when I got up the next morning, I decided to beg off of my teaching duties for that day. I called up a fellow grad student and friend named Sadie and asked her to cover my classes for the day. She grumbled and made me promise that I would buy her dinner before agreeing to sub-in for me. I guess that wasn’t ramen was all any good grad student could ask for. Fair 'enough, I said to her over the phone and then went back to work.

Time ticked by. The day came and went. The inevitable mess from two days living like a hermit built up on my desk. Several mounds of books marked by sticky post-it’s were strewn about the room. Crumpled notes lay on the floor, where I had missed tossing them into the trash can. A plate of sandwich crusts was forgotten next to my computer. I was a little jittery, as I had just settled into my third two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew. I had been at this, without a real break, for the last two days. While I needed to go back and edit, a couple of hours ago I had completed a decent first draft of a twenty-five-page research paper.

The last few hours, though, had been frittered away, staring down the fearsome wall of writer's block. I had failed to adequately transition from one paper to the next. My mind felt like pulverized mush, and I am sure that the excessive levels of caffeine circulating in my bloodstream weren't helping any. Perhaps I needed to call it a day.

The ring of the telephone woke me from my research-induced stupor. I debated for a moment, whether I should pick it up; a caller might distract me from my work. But, I thought, I am not really accomplishing anything at the moment anyway. Maybe a brief conversation might clear my head. I reached for the phone.

Hello?

I heard a deep breathy voice on the other end of the line pant, Hey big boy. Thinking about me?

It was Jade - my student, who had fucked me for a grade. I heard her sultry voice and I was transformed. It called up memories of her luscious, 18 year-old body writhing in pure sexual pleasure. She was so beautiful when she came.

I remembered the feel of the soft mounds of her fits in my hands, against my chest, and around my cock. Her mouth was an instrument of exquisite pleasure that could drive me to an instant rock-hard state. Jade's tongue would slather my shaft with long, wet, teasing licks that would make me boil over with pre-cum. And Jade's pussy – Jade's pussy! – dripped with a sweet nectar that I craved in the origins of my soul. Thoughts of me fucking her, pounding her tight, shaven, little snatch, banging her deep and hard until she screamed in orgasm, echoed, and reverberated in my brain. I gulped, caught my breath, and replied, Sure. What red-blooded guy wouldn't?

She laughed and said, So professor, Serena and I missed you in class today.

Yeah, I had a lot of work to do, so I asked Sadie to cover for me.

I know. It's a pity, though that Sadie chick was kinda hot. She has such huge tits for that tiny little body. Do you think she likes girls?

I grinned, Well I don't know if she is into ladies, but I do know that enjoy guys – if you know what I mean.

Fuck, professor! No way! Jade exclaimed. You sly dog! You did it with her, huh? You boned her, right?

Maybe, I said, knowing my tone gave everything away.

You did it. You totally tapped that ass! When did you guys hook up? You two aren't an item, are you?

I wasn't sure if I heard a drop of concern or jealousy in Jade's voice. I decided to answer her with the somewhat uninteresting truth, Yeah, Sadie and I got together a couple of times right after we met each other. We were both starting the PhD program, and were probably a little lonely.

Horny is more like it, knowing you, Jade quipped, cutting into my train of thought.

Right, like you're not a total slut, I responded. Jade giggled and I continued my story, So anyway, we got together. It was great, and I would do it again in a heartbeat, but we just drifted apart. No real reason. I guess life just intervened and we got busy.

So, you guys were like, fuck-buddies? That's cool. She is totally do-able. So, would you like to know why I asked if your booty call liked girls?

I laughed out loud, Sure. So today we planned everything – we were totally gonna tease you when you were teaching class. Serena and I wore matching tank tops and micro, Catholic school- girl skirts. Our hair was done up in these cute, little girl pigtails. We were totally hot, like schoolgirl sluts. I was so hoping to make you hard behind the podium. C'mon, ask me if we were wearing underwear.

I chuckled. She was incorrigible, Jade I know it's a dumb question, but were you and Serena wearing underwear?

Nope, Jade giggled on the other end of the line. Not a stitch. I was totally going commando. My bare little pussy lips were blowing in the breeze. Your teacher friend had a hard time dealing with it. I so bet she likes girls.

I couldn't believe it. You flashed Sadie?

Yeah. It was so sweet. Her eyes totally bugged out behind those sexy glasses of hers and she just sort of stared. I then looked at her and totally caught her eyeing my little baby snatch. So, I wet my lips and blew a kiss to her. Jade's words were coming faster now. I could tell