Sexy Coed Slut and My Way to All A’s!

Who could ever say no to a sexy coed slut like me?

I guess my first confession should be how I got to go to college in the first place.  After all, not everyone gets accepted to a university.  And let’s be honest here, a sexy coed slut like me has never worried about studying.  So, I learned very quickly in high school that a low-cut top could help me pass any quiz.  And if I stayed after to discuss a poor grade on a test with one of my teachers, I always found a way to bring things up.  My grade, that is.  What were you thinking?

I didn’t really care as long as I was at least passing my classes.  But my parents were always lecturing me about the importance of getting really good grades.  I would sit and listen to my stepdad go on and on about how I needed to study, so I could do well on tests, so I could get into a good college, and then get a great job.  And all I was thinking about in that moment was whether he’d be sneaking into my room later that night to play with my tight wet pussy.  Or if my mom would be home to ruin it.  But I’d nod my head up and down like I was listening to everything he was saying.  Then this sexy coed slut would be out the door to hang out with my friends.

But getting into college was important.

To my family, at least.  So I had to make a little bit of an effort.  I knew that one of the deans of the local university lived in our neighborhood.  My dad used to play golf with him.  And I was stuck babysitting his brat of a daughter when he did.  If anything, the dean owed me a favor just for that.  So, I slipped on my plaid skirt from my old school uniform.  Sure, it was a little short.  But how else was a sexy coed slut like me going to get into college if by not using my assets?  I purposely didn’t put any panties on.  And I tied my t-shirt in a knot at my stomach.  Then off I went to get accepted to school!

Dean Sampson’s bratty daughter was playing in the front yard when I arrived.  She came running up to me, her face flushed in excitement, begging me to watch the new gymnastics routine she taught herself.  But her father was the only thing this sexy coed slut cared about.  Maybe I’d find some use for her if my naughty ways couldn’t convince Dean Sampson that the school would not be the same without someone like me there.

He was not expecting a sexy coed slut like me when he opened the door.

“Kayla, uh, what, um,” he stammered, trying to pull his t-shirt down over his boxers.

It was too late, I’d already caught a glimpse of his mushroom head peeking out the slit of his shorts.  I licked my lips, tasting my strawberry lip gloss, and pushed my way in, shutting the door behind me.

“Dean Sampson,” I began, stepping forward and running my finger down along the waistband of his boxers.  “I was hoping you might have a minute.  My dad sends his regards about missing your golf game so often.  But I wanted to talk to you about something more important.  It’s my college acceptance.  No letter has arrived. Did I not get into the university?”  I stuck my bottom lip out, pouting, and looked up at the dean.

“Oh, um, well, that’s really an administrative thing,” he started.  But before he could finish, this sexy coed slut reached down and gently grabbed the hardening member between his legs.  “It, uh, oh, fuck,” he murmured as I slid my hand inside his boxers and pulled his cock out, dropping down onto my knees and flicking my tongue along the shaft.

“What was that?” I asked, twirling my tongue along the head of his cock.  His head dropped back and he let out a guttural moan as I took his entire cock in my mouth.  “Am I the newly accepted sexy coed slut?” I asked between sucks.

“Anything you want, baby,” he said, resting his hand on the back of my head and tugging my ponytail forward so I’d take his hard dick to the back of my throat again.  “Anything you want.”

Curious how I made the Dean’s List that semester?  I mean – could you resist a sexy coed slut like me?

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