Mary was a student. She had been attending university for three years and was finally working her way through her final year. She couldn't believe it! After working so hard for so long, she was finally going to graduate. These were the thoughts running through Mary's head as she walked to campus one blustery fall day. It was halfway through the fall semester, and she was on her way to meet her advisor. He had asked her to come meet him without giving a reason, but she assumed it was to do with some class changes she had made. It was late afternoon on a Friday and the campus was quiet as she walked through the stately buildings. Hopefully this meeting wasn't because there was a problem with her application to graduate. Mary frowned, thinking Professor Mark Fougere, her advisor, had been very mysterious when he requested the meeting with her.
Mary was just short of five foot nine, with shapely legs and a long stride. She was by no means skinny, but her shape was attractive -- bordering on the voluptuous. Her breasts were large and her ass was firm and round. While she often envied girls with smaller, skinnier bodies, Mary did appreciate that she got her fair share of attention from men. As much as she liked to portray that she was a good girl, strictly on the straight and narrow, Mary was actually a very sexual young woman. She loved sex, and her powerful sex drive had often caused her problems with respect to focusing on her studies. Sometimes she would get so horny in class she would have to go to the bathroom and quickly bring herself to orgasm, while other times she would go to the bar and attempt to find someone to satisfy her wanton desires. Mary thought with a smile about all the sex she had been having over the past year or so. The stresses of school had been driving her wild and she had spent weekend after weekend having raucous sex with various strangers to deal with her problems. Despite still feeling stressed, Mary had recently made a promise to herself to focus on her studies and try to forget about sex. So far, she had been doing okay, but her sexual energy was unfortunately not all being absorbed by her academic focus, and Mary found herself having a harder and harder time concentrating on school. But today she was going to, Mary thought as she walked into the arts building. Her thick brown hair was bouncy and flowed as she walked confidently down the hall. She was wearing a tight sweater dress that was short and showed off her figure, but she was wearing it with tights and boots so she figured it was appropriate. Today was strictly business.
Mark Fougere heard her boots clicking down the hallway. At least, he hoped it was Mary who he could hear coming. Mark was forty years old, still fit and muscular, as he considered keeping his six foot two body in great shape a top priority. He wasn't married and his fellow female colleagues had tried again and again to land him. But Mark Fougere was very preoccupied with his student, Mary. He groaned slightly as he thought of her round ass, her large bouncing tits, her thick flowing hair, and how they would all look if he was fucking her tight cunt from behind. As much as Mary tried to keep her sexuality a secret, Mark had discovered through a mutual acquaintance just how much of a slut Mary really was, and today was the day, he decided, as his cock twitched in his pants. Today was the day he was going to use what he knew to his advantage.
Mary appeared in his open door. "Hello professor," she said smiling, pausing in the doorway.
"Mary, hello," Mark replied seriously, taking in her short dress and the way it clung to all her curves. "Please come in." Mary walked into his office and took a seat, but left the door open. For a moment, Mark hesitated. Was he really going to do this? Then Mary leaned over to set her bag down and all hesitation left him as her tits swayed provocatively. He got up from his desk and walked around to close the door. Mary sat up a little straighter. He had never done that before. Now they were alone, and no one could see anything that was happening in the office. She felt a little shock run through her pussy as her mind automatically imagined what could happen. But no! She pushed that thought out of her mind. She was focusing on her studies, she reminded herself, and imagining Mark Fougere bending her over the desk was counterproductive to that plan.
"Mary, do you know why I requested this meeting?" Mark asked as he walked back behind his desk and sat down. Mary shook her head.
"I figured it was about the class changes I made recently," she said, looking a bit confused. She realized Professor Fougere was looking very serious.
"Not quite, Mary," he said. "In fact, not at all." Time to drop the bomb, he thought, as he took in her questioning look, her eyes wide, lips parted. As he paused, her tongue ran over her top lip, seemingly involuntarily, but with such sexuality that Mark felt his cock pushing unhappily against the constraints of his pant. A wave of anger shot through him as he thought about the effect the slut in front of him was creating. He took a breath and began. "Mary, recently a story about you was related to me by a good friend, and frankly, that story concerns me." Mary looked even more concerned as he continued. "I was under the impression that you were taking your studies seriously, but the things I heard made me question that impression." Mary felt nerves swell up in her stomach. Had she accidentally plagiarized something? Was she being accused of cheating? Then it all became clear.
"Mary, the friend who told me these things was one Brian Black. I believe you are quite well acquainted with him?" Mark watched as comprehension dawned on Mary's face. In a rush, Mary was thrown back to a weekend about two months previously. She had been out on the town and had been picked up by an older man -- older than she had initially thought, although it had turned out fantastic. The forty-one year old man had been pleased he still had the stamina to satisfy an eager twenty-year old slut, and they had spent 48 unreal hours fucking all over his apartment and in the office he worked from on the lower level. Even with Mark staring at her in disgust, Mary couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal as she remembered the way Brian Black had bent her over his desk, and fucking her hard and pulling her head roughly back, had demanded to know who her daddy was. Mary momentarily forgot the seriousness of the present situation and her eyes closed involuntarily and she smiled remembering the way he had growled at her.
"Who's your daddy, you dirty fucking slut?"
"You are, Mr. Black, you are, please fuck me daddy, fuck me harder.."
"Yeah you like being fucked by my big cock don't you, you dirty little girl? You like being fucked by your daddy's cock?
"Oh yes daddy, yes, yes, please don't stop fucking me, pound your little girl's pussy! Ram me harder!"
He had fucked her so hard, she remembered, saying that dirty little girls needed to be punished with their daddies big hard cocks, and when he had started spanking her too, she had experienced the longest and hardest orgasm of her entire life.
