Kevin walked into campus taking more deep breaths than naturally required. This was a big day for him; Result collection. After a disastrous first semester where he failed four of his eight courses and narrowly passed the other two.
He not only had to avoid failing a course but had to score high in 6 out of his 8 courses to score a high enough GPA that would put him on the right path to graduate. This was a Herculean task he couldn't achieve on his own and many of his female comrades in class supported him in studying. However, the main catalyst in all of this was his general course advisor, Miss Latifah.
Angela Latifah was a well-educated woman who knew how to bring out the best in all her students, had an appealing physique, always wearing a tightly buttoned shirt (mostly white) and a perky skirt, both of which revealed her sexual assets. She usually wore a pair of glasses and her whole attire matched perfectly with her dark skin.
She was very kind, friendly, and down to earth with her students, but hated disorderliness.
Disorderliness was Kevin's pseudonym in first semester, hence he constantly dodged her approach but after seeing his results in the first semester, he crawled back to her like a dog, tails in between his legs, and she was more than happy to offer him a bone of knowledge. She became his private tutor and brought so much positive discipline to him that he felt confident in what he wrote. What truly gave him anxiety was whether he had done enough.
He walked into the campus and then towards his classroom. The air conditioner cooled down his sweat and relaxed his mood. The sight of girls giggling and celebrating their results filled him with hope and dread simultaneously.
Anna University was a small private university, and had a female majority which made Kevin stand out like a sore thumb several times. He got to his class where students queued to take their results. It was a short queue so in five minutes, it was his turn and he met his teacher.
"I'm here for my result, ma." Kevin said with a smile. Latifah, who was signing off on the last person who took their result, raised her head and beamed once she saw her student.
"Oh Kevin. How are you doing this afternoon?" She said with a nice grin, she was dressed in her standard clothes except this time the shirt was much tighter that an extra button was open, opening a cleavage of her huge breasts.
A sight that was appealing to Kevin as he zoned out for seconds while staring at it.
"Hey Kevin. Are you there?" She snapped her fingers and he came back to reality, immediately hiding his face in shame.
"I'm so sorry ma... It's just -" he couldn't finish his statement, telling his teacher he was admiring her boobs was too much even for him. "My result, please." He bowed his head, she responded with a chuckle.
"I want to speak to you later about your result so you'll be the last person I'll attend to. Take a seat at the back and wait for me. Okay?" He nodded and went to the back where he was sad.
Thoughts flooded his mind from every area... What had he done now? Did he fail? Would he not graduate? Would Miss Latifah fail him for the stupid thing he just did. He pondered until it was 4pm when the last person collected their result. His phone beeped, it was a text from his friend, Hannah.
"Kate, Rose and I have collected our results. How was yours?" The text read. Those three ladies were the musketeers who helped him the most in his studies and he was afraid he would let them down by failing.
"Kevin?" Miss Latifah coughed and he threw his phone in his pocket. He sat at the very end of the classroom. "Come over please."
Kevin dragged his feet from his seat at the back to her desk in the front and sat on a chair facing her. She stood up, locked the door and sat next to her, lowering her chest to the table, making her breasts visible. "So, your result." She pulled out a sheet of paper from her file and handed it to Kevin. "Well done. You were able to pass your courses and do well enough to graduate with a decent score." She joined her hands together and smiled.
Kevin grinned like he won a million dollars "oh my! Thank you so much ma. I can't believe it."
"Yes indeed. I told you all you needed was some hardwork and determination and you would score high... There's just one issue." She said, and Kevin's smile instantly turned to a neutral one, something that made her smile. It was exactly what she wanted.
"What's the issue ma?" He asked softly.
She feigned a sad sigh. "You did well but unfortunately because of your first semester failure, your score will only be able to get you a middle class job. You'll score 3.2 which is less than a second class lower. I'm sorry."
Kevin shook his head, his happiness at seeing his result evaporated. She shook her head. "But you do know I'm a big figure in this school, Kevin. I can help you tweak a few things and your GPA will rise."
He immediately leapt from his seat and knelt down, hands together. "Please, Miss Latifah. Please help me."
"Calm down, please." She requested with hand gestures. "If this semester has shown anything, it's that you are dedicated to passing and I'm impressed. But you'll have to perform some tasks for me."
He stood up, and sat back down, dusting his trousers. "Yes, I'll do that ma. Is it money... or?"
"Oh no no no. I want the best for all my students meaning I'll help without charging but..." She tsked and tapped her foot on the ground, arousing and terrifying him. "You trying to offer me money shows how you don't believe I can help you for free. That's an offence and a strike. And you know our strike system, get three, get punished." He nodded in agreement. The strike system was one of the things that motivated him the most to study, Latifah never revealed her punishment and so it could be anything. He avoided getting strikes at all until today. "Now I'm going to ask you something and I want you to be fully honest with me. Can you do that?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good." She smiled. "If you remember the last time I came to your place to tutor you... Has anything been missing since then?" Kevin paused, trying to avoid saying something that would get him another strike. Nothing came to mind, well except one thing but she didn't need to know that.
"Nothing." He answered. She asked him if he was sure and after a moment of reluctance, he affirmed it.
"Alright then." She opened her drawer and put a fat black dildo on her table. Kevin's eyes and mouth widened but quickly he pretended not to be surprised that his teacher had his dildo. "Have you ever seen this before?"
"No, I've never seen that in my life." He muttered, already preparing to pee himself, his penis had begun to harden and he didn't like it. Once again she asked him and he affirmed it.
She stood up and laughed in a sinister way, circling around the chair with the dildo in her hand. She bent behind him and whispered in his ear, "I don't like liars. Do you know that? You've earned yourself a second strike." His face received a dirty slap from her as she laughed back to her seat. S
"I'm not lying." He coughed out, he was already starting to feel humiliated and wanted to run away from there but showed anger on his face. She picked up her phone and showed a picture to him, the picture of the dildo in its box in his room. All the anger in his face disappeared and became fear, she laughed out as she held his face close to hers.
"I gave an instruction to be honest, and you disobeyed... And of course that means..." She looked at him and blushed at his trembling face. "It's punishment time." She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and forced his face into her giant tits, smothering him as he struggled. She pulled his face out. "Do you need air darling, do you?" She asked softly as he coughed out. "Awww, don't you like big breasts? You enjoy staring at them." She forced his face into them again. "Lick them, suck them." She commanded and he drew his tongue all over the boobs crushing him.
"Oh yes, oh yes lick them all. I'm going to have a fun time with you today haha" she threw him back on the floor and walked around him as he lay on his back. "Now, you're going to use your toy right here and please me. Do you hear me?"
"Yes ma'am." He said, already lacking the will to get up. She sat next to him, handed him the dildo, took off her panties leaving the skirt and spread her pussy wide.
"Now fuck me with that rubber dick." She ordered and he did it until she finally came to orgasm, all over his body. After she finished cumming, she stood and saw him licking her cum which triggered an idea in her, she instantly turned on her phone's sound recorder and answered him.
"Are you licking my cum?" She said, startling him and he turned to her standing over him. He was already trembling, he knew this was strike three and had no idea what was in store for him. His penis stays hard but his heart beats faster and he sweats.
"Please, I'm sorry." He went on his knees.
"I don't want to hear it." She interrupted and lifted him up. Physically he was a smaller guy while she was a powerhouse of a woman, no biceps but she still lifted him easily and rested him against the table. Her shirt was still on but she aggressively took his off, and turned him around, then she took his trousers and his underwear off leaving him stark naked. "Bend over"
