College Phone Sex, Campus Whore gets fucked by The Headmaster-P1
It was Friday morning and as usual I was rushing around trying to get ready for class. “That’s what you’re wearing to class Willow? You’re looking more and more like the Campus Whore everyday!” From the couch, my college roommate Jasmine looked over at me. I couldn’t tell if she was sensing lust, judgment, or some weird combination of both. But it didn’t matter. The previous semester, I had pulled up my grades all on my own and was getting way better marks then her.
Shut up, Jas,” I answered as I grabbed my purse and walked out the front door. If Jasmine wanted her beautiful, big tits licked, or her pussy sucked, that was fine. But she certainly wasn’t going to get that kind of treatment anymore without doing quality “work” for me. I had moved on and found other ways!
If I had learned anything in my junior year of college, it was the power of being the Campus Whore!
Regardless of whether the professor was a man or a woman, the results were the same. I would wear a short dress, and about five times during a lecture, I’d cross and uncross my legs. Sometimes, I’d pull my already low cut blouse down a couple of inches so that my nipples were exposed.
This semester, I was enrolled in a social ethics class and made sure that my section was being taught by my favorite philosophy professor. After all, swallowing Professor Kendall’s cum last semester wasn’t a bad price to pay for an A. I sat there the whole time with my right ankle over my left knee. When the professor looked up and saw my smooth, supple pussy looking right back at him from the front row, he quickly looked down at his notes, cleared his throat, and adjusted his glasses uncomfortably.
After the class was over, being the little campus whore I was, I pretended to finalize my notes for as long as it took while all the students left the room.
The professor stared at me without immediately saying anything. He only said, “Willow, I just got word from the Headmaster. He wants to see you in his office NOW!” I then froze for a moment. “What for?” I asked. “I’m not sure but he said it’s urgent” he answered. So I packed up my things and headed over to The Headmaster’s office.
I’ll admit I was feeling a bit anxious as I approached the Headmaster’s office. I knew Mr. Newman took his job very seriously. He had expelled quite a few students in the past for cheating. I wondered if he had found out what I had done to get my “A” last semester!
I knocked on the door to Mr. Newman’s office, “Come in” he said sternly. I opened the door and entered the room. “You wanted to see me Mr. Newman?” He looked up at me with a harsh look in his eyes and said “Yes I did Willow, please have a seat” Mr. Newman was a tall middle aged man. Despite the miserable look on his face, I realized he was actually quite hot for his age. He had dark hair, and dark mysterious eyes under his glasses. He also had a very broad build.
I could feel my dress riding up as I took my seat across from him at his desk.
“Young lady,” he began. “You’ll be graduating soon and.. uhh…” The headmaster cleared his throat again.
“I looked up. “Yes?”
“I think it’s important that you rethink some of your wardrobe choices.”
I smiled then and shook my head with confusion. “What do you mean Mr. Newman?” I noticed him starring hard at my legs , and now I could tell that the he was really only pretending to be upset!
“You don’t seem to be wearing any underwear or the appropriate undergarments.” He said.
“Yes, I am,” I insisted.
“I don’t think so Willow. I saw…” and his eyes looked down right at my crotch.
I cut him off. “I don’t know what you think you saw, but you can come check.” Now the headmaster was smiling at the invitation…
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