“Damn you are a good cock sucker!” Daniel said.
I had tried to get out of sucking his shriveled tiny cock, but he had forced me. I wasn’t giving it my all, as the only person that got my best was Jerome.
I only saved the best for him. Daniel’s five-inch cock was not worth me going full tilt. Now Jerome’s cock was worth every ounce of effort.
Jerome gave me an A in cock sucking, and while I knew there were other skanky whores that Jerome fucked. I knew none of them could take all eleven inches of his cock in any of their holes.
“Here it comes, you better swallow if you want that A!” Daniel said as he pushed my head down.
‘You don’t need to hold my head down, idiot!’ I thought.
I was a whore, and a slut. I knew if I put it in my mouth, I was going to swallow, even if it came from a lame-ass professor.
His pathetic cock shot cum into my mouth, and I swallowed.
“You’re such a good slut!” Daniel lifted my short school skirt and spanked my ass.
“Just for your professor!” I winked.
“Remember same time tomorrow, and I want more than just a blow job!” Daniel said as he stood up and zipped his fly.
“I am looking forward to it, professor,” I cheered.
As soon as I left his classroom, I turned down the hall. “Fucking loser!” I exclaimed.
“Here,” one of my friends said as she met me in the other hall.
“Thanks!” I said as I took the mouthwash.
“You’re not supposed to swallow it!” another friend laughed.
“I had old man cum in my throat!” I said as we entered the female’s bathroom.
I entered the stall, and Jessica handed me the bag with my change of clothes.
“I heard they won last night,” one of my friends said as she put on makeup.
“You know what that means,” Jessica smiled.
“They are going to be extra excited tonight,” I smiled as I made sure my big tits were popping out the bra. I loved wearing a size or two smaller bras, as Jerome loved to see them.
I bent over and made sure he had easy access to everything. Jerome loved me in short skirts and thigh-high boots. I was his whore, and when he went to the NBA, I wanted to be his number one whore. Sure, his actual girlfriend could be his wife, but I wanted to beat out all the other skanks for that number-one mistress spot.
My grades would land me an excellent position to be his accountant or something like that so that he could fuck me on the down low, but that’s only if I kept them up.
“Ready?” the others asked after I applied my makeup.
“Let’s go!” I chimed.
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