Kaitlyn and Professor

Kaitlyn had a problem. She was failing American Lit. She really didn't care about the subject. The only reason she even signed up for the class was for the professor. She made sure that she sat in the front row of the class, always wore a skirt to class (with no panties), and made damn certain that whenever he walked in front of her, he got an eyeful of her wet pussy. The Professor had a problem as well. With all the hours he was putting in at work, he barely got out. After 15 hour days at work, the last thing he wanted to do was get all dolled up and troll the bars looking for a girl. That frustration was beginning to take its toll. He had noticed Kaitlyn in his American Lit class, how could he not. He also noticed that she rarely wore panties, and that, if the light hit her just right, he could see her clit glisten from her wetness. Then one day, while keeping his office hours, he heard a knock at his door. He opened it and there was Kaitlyn, lips all pouty and on the verge of tears. He ushered her into his office and sat her down. "Professor, I think that I'm failing your class. I can't do that." she said, spreading her legs open, giving him a teasing flash of her wetness. "Well Kaitlyn, you've got to admit that you're not the best student in the class." he said, leaning back in his chair, trying to hide his hardness. "Is there anything I can do," she asked, standing up and leaning over his desk, giving him a perfect view of her tits beneath a flimsy blouse, "to get in your good graces?" The Professor sat back and took her in. There she was, a hot young co-ed, sweet succulent breasts, hot wet pussy begging for the taking. He could feel his hardness start to strain against his pants. "Well," he said, sitting on the end of his desk, "I guess you could do some extra credit. How are your orals skills?"