Fuck For The Grade
by Kitty Meaker
Copyright Kitty Meaker 2012
Published at Smashwords
All characters are over the age of 18.
Sally Holloway was having trouble in class. She just wasn't getting good grades. It wasn't that she wasn't smart. She'd always had good grades in high school. But ever since she turned eighteen, she couldn't find the time to study. She spent almost all of her free time on one thing – looking for new men to fuck.
Sally was a good girl, but lately, she loved to be naughty. She was fucking everyone – the owner of the tanning salon, the mail man, even the daddies she babysat for! She loved to fuck, and men loved to fuck her.
When she wasn't fucking, she was taking care of her urges by herself. Sally spent so much of her money on sex toys, and she had an entire dresser drawer full of them. She hopped out of bed and grabbed one of her favorites – a thick and rigid dildo that reminded her of some of her favorite cocks. Jumping back into bed, she pulled her pajama pants and panties off. She rubbed herself for a few short seconds, but she was already soaking wet – she had to have that cock now!
Sally moved the dildo down to her entrance and gave a push. “Ooooh!” she cried, feeling the thick cock slide inside her. Every time was like the first time for Sally. She was always masturbating, always getting new cocks, but the sensations were always just as strong.
Sally fucked herself while thinking about her last conquest. The battery in her car had gone dead, and she got a jump-start and drove frantically to the closest auto repair shop. There was only one mechanic left, and he had locked up, but Sally banged on the door until he opened up for her. She explained her problem, and he was unsympathetic... until Sally bent over to pop the hood. Her short skirt worked its magic, and she got her battery replaced – and had a nice fuck too! The only downside was that the mechanic had gotten her all greasy and ruined one of her nicest skirts.
Thinking about that dirty fuck was getting Sally really hot, though. Sally kept fucking herself with the dildo, and her other hand went to her titty. She grasped at her titty through her thin silky pajama top, feeling the nipple poking through. She giggled. Sally had to always wear a bra, because if she didn't, her constantly hard nipples would attract every guy she saw – and once Sally knew a guy wanted her, she just had to find a way to fuck him.
Sally was really slamming the dildo into her pussy now, and she felt her orgasm approaching. “Mmm!” she cried, feeling herself clamp down on the thick cock. She bucked against the dildo hard, moaning passionately. She could feel waves of sensation crashing over her body.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cried, her hand beating a rhythm against the bed. She thrust the dildo completely inside herself and held it there, groaning at the thickness of it. She spasmed once more, twice more, then felt the intense feelings slowly fade. She slowly ran her hands down her body as the orgasm faded. She pulled the dildo out and tossed it to the side. She felt hollowed out inside, but knew from experience that the feeling would fade fast. She'd be all ready for another round in just a couple of hours.
Sally hopped out of bed. She went back to thinking about her bad grades. Today would be the day – she would seduce her professor and fix her grade. She pulled off her pajama top and walked into the bathroom. She turned the radio up and stepped into the shower. She bumped her hips to the tune, soaping up her tight teenage body. She ran a hand lightly over her pussy, and frowned. If she was gonna seduce Professor Brown, she'd need to be totally smooth down there. She stopped bumping her hips and lathered up. She shaved off all the stubble, and ran her hand along the skin again. Perfectly smooth!
Sally stepped out of the shower and dried off. She dressed in her cutest girly clothes. A barely-there bra and panties set, a tight t-shirt, and a skirt that would show off her pretty ass if she bent over just far enough. She pulled on her shoes and was out the door.
* * *
Sally couldn't wait until the end of class. Her legs bounced nervously under her desk. How hard would it be to convince Professor Brown to give her the grade she wanted? The man lectured on and on, and Sally inwardly sighed. He sure was a stuffy old bore.
Finally, the class ended. Sally waited behind patiently as the rest of the class filed out. When everyone was gone, she approached Professor Brown.
“Sir, I was wondering if I could talk to you about my grade.” Sally said.
“Mmm. Of course, Miss Holloway. What is it that concerns you?” the professor asked.
“Well, if things keep going the way they are... I'm going to fail!” Sally said.
The professor frowned, and pulled out his grade book. “Hmm. I see. Well, you've missed more than half of the homework assignments, as well as missing class on... three occasions. It's no wonder you're worried about your grade. Why are you finding it so hard to come to class and turn in the homework, Miss Holloway?”
Sally sucked in a deep breath. “It's like this, sir. I'm... addicted to sex.”
Professor Brown's eyebrows shot up.
“Ever since I first had it, I want it so bad. I can't stop thinking about cock, Professor Brown. I must've fucked dozens of guys in the last couple of months alone!”
Professor Brown cleared his throat. “Ah, Miss Holloway, I know that sex addiction can be a very serious thing, but perhaps you should speak to the campus health department about this. I'm sure they can recommend treatment-”
“The only treatment is fucking!” Sally cried. Her hand moved down to her crotch, and she began rubbing herself through her skirt.
Professor Brown watched, seemingly hypnotized by his student's sexual display.