I Seduced My Professor to Get My Boyfriend to Pass

My name is Camila and, if I’m honest, what I’m about to tell you is the most cliché thing ever. I was in my early twenties, I studied at a public university in Guadalajara, and I always drew attention because of the way I spoke and because I liked to dress up. I took care with every detail: my clothes, my hair, the little pendant that hung over my chest.

I’m slim, tall, with a round, firm ass. I have an athletic body and medium-sized breasts, perky, with the nipples pointing a little upward. I say it without shame because that afternoon all of that worked in my favor.

This happened when I was in my first semesters. I was carrying a brutal course load and, on top of that, I worked part-time as a cashier at a fast-food restaurant. I came home dead every night. No matter how hard I tried to catch up, there were weeks when my body simply couldn’t take any more.

It was finals season. I was pretty sure I was going to pass everything, even if it was by the skin of my teeth with a six. It hadn’t been my best semester, but it hadn’t been the worst either. That afternoon I was with my boyfriend, Mauricio, sitting on a bench on campus.

The weekend was already in the air. He had invited me to a cabin his parents owned on the outskirts of the city, and I was thrilled. I had gone months without leaving Guadalajara and I needed to switch off for at least a couple of days.

“Professor Aníbal already posted the grades,” Mauricio commented, his eyes fixed on his phone.

Professor Aníbal’s class was one of the hardest in the whole degree program. I had been nervous precisely about that grade. I pulled out my phone, opened the app, and before looking, silently prayed I hadn’t failed.

A 7.8.

“Yes! I passed,” I said, jumping with relief, a huge smile on my face.

“Fuck. I didn’t.”

I turned to look at him and found pure panic in his brown eyes. If he failed that class, added to the other two he was already hanging by, he’d have to repeat the whole semester.

“I’m screwed, Cami. I failed Humanities and accounting. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“Relax, baby. We’ll think of something. How can I help you?”

He shook his head and fell silent, defeated. Professor Aníbal was a man in his mid-forties, one of those who thinks his subject is the backbone of the degree. It was almost impossible to pass it without winning his favor. And that was exactly what I had.

“If you want, I’ll talk to him. Remember I always participated in class, and once he told me that whatever I needed, he’d help me.”

The truth is I hadn’t been as innocent as it sounded. Aníbal was a good teacher, yes, but he couldn’t hide the way he flirted with me or how he let his eyes travel over my body. I knew that look well, the one he gave me every time I said goodbye to him in the classroom. He liked me. And I could use that to my advantage.

“Would you really do that for me? You know I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t really need it.”

I nodded with a smile, saying nothing.

“Don’t worry. Let me talk to him, see if he’ll give you some extra work. But don’t come with me, he can’t stand you.”

Mauricio thanked me a thousand times and left calmly, suspecting nothing. I headed toward the professor’s classroom, which, luckily, was set apart from the rest, at the end of a very long, deserted hallway. I peeked in. There he was, going over some papers with a furrowed brow.

“Good afternoon, Professor. How are you?”

He looked up and, seeing me standing in the doorway, his expression changed completely. He ran his eyes over my bare legs and slowly up to the neckline of my blouse.

“Camila. Good to see you. How are you doing?”

I walked up to his desk and leaned against the edge. I pretended to be worried and played with the pendant hanging between my breasts, fully aware of where his attention was going to land.

“A little anxious, Professor. You see, my boyfriend Mauricio isn’t very good at studying and he failed your class. He’s devastated, and honestly, so am I.”

The man wasn’t ugly. He had some gray at his temples and a discreet belly hidden by his jacket, but he still carried himself with a certain bearing. He leaned back in his chair and smiled at me calmly.

“Ah, yes. Young Domínguez. That boy can’t do anything right. I’m not really sure what I could do for him.”

As if it were nothing, he slid a hand along one of my legs. I bit my lip and held his gaze. I took that gesture as the invitation it was. I leaned in a little more and lowered my voice.

“I know you’re going to help me, Professor. Because you’re dying to fuck me.”

He let out a low laugh and nodded, no longer bothering to hide anything. I sat on the center of his desk, facing him, and slowly spread my legs, revealing the thin fabric that barely covered me.

“Just look at you, Camila. Look how beautiful you are. I’m going to teach you what it’s like to be with a real man.”

He started touching me over the fabric. He moved it aside and stroked me slowly, with two fingers circling. I was already wet. I closed my eyes and let myself go; when I opened them, he was standing in front of me.

He brought his face close to mine and we kissed. I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue, hot and wet, while he slid a finger into me and I swallowed a moan against his lips.

“You’re hot, really hot. I’ve wanted to kiss that mouth for a long time.”

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me. When I ran out of breath, I gave a gentle push to his chest and he sat back down in the chair, looking dazed. I smiled at him.

I got down from the desk and knelt between his legs. He understood immediately what was coming and his smile widened. I pulled down the zipper of his pants, tugged at the elastic, and his cock came out in one pull, already hard.

It was thick, though not very long. I moved closer and started sucking it.

“Ah, Camila.”

First I took the whole thing into my mouth. It had a salty taste that didn’t bother me. I started at the tip, swollen and pink, running my tongue over the slit. Then I swallowed it all, savoring it, tracing every vein with the tip of my tongue down to the base.

I could feel warm liquid beading at the tip. I stayed like that for several minutes, taking it out and putting it back in, while with my other hand I massaged his balls. Then I spat a little saliva over the shaft and started jerking him off while I took one testicle into my mouth.

He held my head with one hand and stroked it, setting the pace, asking for more without words.

When I finished with both testicles, I gave the glans one last lick. As I pulled away, a thread of saliva still linked my lips to his reddened tip. I looked up at him, smiling.

“Delicious,” I murmured.

“Come here. I need to fuck you right now.”

He helped me stand. He positioned me against the desk and lifted one of my legs onto the furniture. He raised my skirt, pulled my thong aside, and drove into me in one single thrust.

Pleasure shot through my whole body. I was so wet, and his cock so slick from my saliva, that he slid in without effort. I leaned against his chest, feeling him deep inside me, while he started pounding me hard and fast.

It was so intense that that familiar knot in my belly tightened little by little. I moaned softly, biting my tongue so I wouldn’t scream every time his hand came down on my ass.

“You’re fucking hot. Do you like it, huh? This is what a real man feels like.”

I moaned louder. I was begging him to go faster, but at that speed he never quite reached the exact spot I needed. I bent all the way over the desk and then he slowed down, but drove into me deeper, harder.

I started rubbing my clit in circles, swollen and slick, and felt him slide two fingers into my ass.

“Do you like my fingers there? Huh, you little minx?”

I nodded desperately, feeling the orgasm getting closer and closer. He fucked me even harder and, at some point, everything broke. I moaned without caring whether anyone heard me in that empty hallway. My whole body shook and a little fluid wet the glass top of the desk.

I felt his cock swell and empty inside me, hot, every last drop. Exhausted, we stayed still for a few seconds, him still inside me, both of us breathing hard.

When I recovered a little of my sanity, I sat up and looked at him with a smile.

“You fuck so well, damn Camila,” he said, still out of breath.

I laughed softly. I straightened my skirt and then my hair, regaining my composure as if nothing had happened.

“If it were up to me, I’d let you do me from behind right now, but I don’t have any strength left,” he added, tucking his cock back into his pants.

My smile grew wider.

“Oh, Professor. Another day I’ll let you give me anal. So, are you going to help him or not?”

He came closer, took my hips, and gave me one last kiss, ending with a slow lick over my lips.

“Of course, Camila. You can be sure young Domínguez is more than passing. All thanks to his girlfriend.”

I rolled my eyes and wiped a smudged trace of mascara from under my eye with a finger. I picked up my bag, checked my reflection in the glass, and walked to the door as if I were leaving some ordinary tutoring session.

“What one does for love, right?” I said, and stepped out into the deserted hallway.

Mauricio was waiting outside, anxious. The moment he saw me, he shot to his feet.

“Well? What did he say?”

“Don’t worry,” I smiled, fixing my hair one last time. “Everything’s sorted. Now let’s go to that cabin, because I earned it.”