Making The Grade😊

The Red Marks  
  
I held my breath for my professor’s cool assessment    
In my curvaceous hip hugging dress, expensive perfume, and I refuse to back down or relent      
Oh, he looked so good in his blue suit today      
Mmm…but that it may      
      
Licking my lips, imaging him lying in my bed      
His hungry tongue lapping at my dripping honey streams, danced in my head        
Legs gaped pulling down my lacy thong of red      
His tongue snaking up my leg      
       
Parting my thighs for a night of ecstasy      
Palming his chest, reaching downward cupping the lust of his needs      
The red marks, forgiven, in place of this      
Whispering in my ear, you want this dick      
Do I get a grade A      
Suck my cock, then let me fuck you, and tonight let me have my way      
       
Are you sure you can prosper in my class      
His words grabbed me out my musing, yes, why do you ask      
He looked at my clevage, my pedicured toes, most do not last      
He cleared his throat and then looked up into my eyes      
Palming his chin down, evaluating the circumstances of my presence, the whys      
       
Sizing up my femininity capabilities      
Am I worth my undergraduate degree, his private tease, or crossing the line under the covers with me      
Something transpired I could not put my finger on it      
His warm dark-brown eyes concentrated on me nervously biting down on my lip      
You look nice today… got him, my pussy will be his gift      
       
I noticed upon the class introduction you’re a nurse      
Words got stuck in my throat, for me looking unprepared, I wanted to curse      
His eyes pinning my existence, making me nervous, I start fidgeting with my purse      
Words failed me I had rehearsed      
       
Ah…yes, a Nurse Dictator…I shook my head, I mean Director      
Foolish woman I thought, what else he has in store, and should I say more      
He smiled and nodded his head      
My confidence has just up and fled      
       
Maybe with a little assistance, I think this ass can pass      
Oh, I’m sure you could      
To make this class you must remain on top to be very good      
My eyebrows shot up, oh he’s feeling it, and I’m loving my plan      
In three months, my juicy fruit will be in high demand      
       
I’m sorry, please forgive my mouth      
He said, it’s nothing he has not heard before, no doubt      
Looking me over, his thoughts were racing      
I know I got this, with my slow pacing      
Three class private sessions, after that…. ah, you may want to think about throwing in the towel      
Just enough time to fuck his brains out, get my grade A, a blessing in disguise ...wow      
       
It’s dark out, I asked him to walk me to my car      
He said he has to check his mail slot down the hall, which was not that far        
He stood, lifted his briefcase, and complied      
I already flatted my tire, I will definitely need a ride      
The things one does to get that grade      
Men, sex, and money, I got this made, the trinity tricks of my trade      
       
I have his lab class tomorrow online      
I have to email him, a little sexual innuendos, perhaps in my sublines      
I can tell he does not know what to think of me, my forwardness      
We’re both now under fate’s test        
I love leading a blind man to get to the sweetest essence to tease, as he please...  while sliding deeper inside me        
       
I had to use my dummy tire for this eveing after my insurance company towed my vehicle back to my brownstone, but to smell him all over my clothes, touching his robust thigh, talking to someone on an acadmic level, laughig, while sitting high and pretty in his Acura SUV, it’s worth it, he’s worth it.        
😊