My Hot College Professor Punished Me for Cheating!

I couldn’t believe it when my hot college professor called me into his office.

I’ve had a crush on Professor Adams since I saw him on campus last semester.  In fact, the only reason I decided to sign up for Creative Writing 101 this fall was because I saw he was teaching it.  Secretly, I call him Professor Pussy Drip behind his back, because that’s what he makes all the coeds do.  Shh, don’t tell him.  But I don’t think he’d be surprised.  He must know every college girl on campus wants him.  It’s no secret he’s the number one hot college professor.  Even Jenny, my roommate and former last college virgin, signed up for his class with me.  Everyone wanted him!

To be honest, I actually got a little interested in the class.  Turns out, I love writing.  Every paper that came back had a big red A in the top corner.  Sometimes, my hot college professor would write:  Great ideas, Kayla!  Or:  Really excellent story analysis!  I’d blush a little at Professor Pussy Drip’s comments, secretly hoping he wrote them on purpose to elicit a reaction out of me.  Then, when I was home in my dorm room, I’d masturbate envisioning my hot college professor asking me to meet him in his office, professing his love, and asking me on a romantic first date, or begging for a blow job.  Or wanting to eat my pussy.  Basically, anything my hot college professor wanted from me, I wanted to give it to him.

But it didn’t quite work out like that.

Sure, my hot college professor asked me to his office.  But it wasn’t to fuck.  It was to accuse me of cheating!  Me!  The girl who always got As in his class.  I was so confused.  But, before I knew the real reason he asked me to see him, I was excited.

I got the email late on Friday afternoon.  Professor Pussy Drip wanted me to come to his office first thing Monday morning.  I’d just turned in a writing assignment that was due.  And honestly, I thought he was so enamored with it, he wanted to suggest a writing contest to enter it in.  Or have it printed in the campus newsletter.  Boy, was I wrong.

I still dressed up to meet my hot college professor.  A short jean skirt and black crop top would definitely give the vibe that I wasn’t expecting anything, but I’d certainly be down to fuck should the opportunity arise.   I had a sexy black satin bra and panty set on underneath.  Perhaps Professor Pussy Drip would want to reward me for my amazing assignment.  When I knocked on his office door, I was really excited.  But the look on my hot college professor’s face when he opened the door was not at all what I expected.

My hot college professor looked upset with me.  But why?

“Shut the door behind you, Kayla,” he began sternly.  As I sat down, he tossed my latest assignment in my lap.  “What is this?  Were you too busy out partying to focus on your writing?  You had to steal your story from your roommate?”

Stunned, I stuttered back, “I-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.  I wrote that myself!  It’s a true story!”  I could feel my cheeks burning.  My hot college professor was accusing me of cheating.  I mean, yes, I’ve cheated on every boyfriend.  But this was different.  Had my roommate taken my work and turned it in as her own?  How dare she!

“You’ll be getting an F on this.  And you’re lucky I don’t go to the dean and report you.  Lucky for you, I’m feeling generous today.  But you need to be punished.”

Somehow, I knew arguing with my hot college professor would get me nowhere.  So I solemnly nodded my head, ready for the punishment he felt I deserved.  With one quick movement, he grabbed my arm and pushed me down on the desk, his fingers yanking my skirt up.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the second you walked into my class, you slut.”  I felt his warm breath against my ear as his hand cupped my pussy.  Then the sound of his zipper as he pulled it down. Soon, the head of his cock pressed against my pussy.  I knew I was already dripping wet.  But my hot college professor wanted more than just this.  He slid his cock up my crack and began to press his dick into my ass.  “You’ve been very, very bad.”

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