My principles of business professor was probably one of the worst profs I’d ever had — but damn, she was hot!

I would’ve dropped the class if she weren’t so fuckin’ fine.

By the end of the semester, though, I was worried about her final. Considering how little we’d learned from her all year, I wasn’t sure how there could be an exam, though one was listed on the syllabus. I went online to see what her previous students had written about her, and all the reviews said basically the same thing: that she’d give us the answers in the class before the final and all we had to do was memorize them.

I was about to close out of the website after getting the reassurance I needed that my GPA wasn’t in danger, when a particular review halfway down the page caught my eye. According to the former student, the professor was willing to offer “extra assistance” to students who felt they needed it. It didn’t come right out and say it, but it sounded an awful lot like the professor was willing to fuck around with students if she thought they needed to “relax more” to better absorb information.

Deciding to see how accurate the review was, I signed up for a meeting with the professor during her office hours the next day. If anything was going to happen, I figured I had a better shot if we were alone.

When I met with her the next afternoon, I told her I was nervous about the exam and was wondering if there was anything I could do to prepare.

“You look tense,” she told me, sliding her glasses down her nose to get a better look at me. “You need to relax.”

I was on the right track, it seemed. “Like, do yoga or some shit?” I asked, egging her on. “Or do you recommend something else?”

She got up from her seat and stood in front of the desk, getting closer to me. She looked me up and down, studying me, then reached out to feel my biceps. “A fit young man like you? No, I don’t think yoga is right for you. I think you need to try something more physical.”

“Any suggestions?” I asked, hoping she would make a move soon. I didn’t want to be the one making any advances a week before finals.

“Hmmm,” she said, looking me up and down once more. “I may be able to think of something.” She pulled the clip out of her hair, letting it fall down around her shoulders,

and popped a couple of buttons on her shirt. She took two steps, bringing her directly in front of me, then hiked up her skirt, straddled my chair, and sank down onto my lap. She ground against me, her hot center pressing against my cock through my khakis, and I instantly got hard. She must’ve felt it, too, because she smiled and then reached between us to undo my pants.

Since she’d already made her move — and a hell of a move it was! — I was ready to take some action myself. While she pulled my dick out of my boxers and yanked her panties out of the way so she could ride my cock, I finished unbuttoning her blouse and unclasped her bra. Then I leaned forward and motorboated her large tits. I let those big, soft orbs smack my face as I shook my head between them, then I started sucking on her protruding nipples.

I’d just pulled a tit into my mouth when my cock brushed against her wet, hot cunt, and I bit down in excitement. She liked it, moaning loudly. A split second later, my dick slid inside her and her tight twat engulfed my shaft, making her moan even louder.

She didn’t waste any time after that. She rode me like it was the last time she’d ever get fucked, and, shit, it felt good! She twisted and twirled her hips in circles and figure eights, rising up and down on my shaft, taking me down to the balls and then rising up until only the very tip was still inside her sweet slit. I’d never been with a chick who put in so much effort.

I tried to pump my cock up into her, but she put her hands on my chest and pushed me back. “Oh no, let me,” she gasped as she continued thrusting up and down. “You need to relax.”

Awesome! I just sat back and enjoyed it while she did all the work. She went at it until I came, painting her pussy walls with my come. She wasn’t far behind, and a few seconds later, I felt her cunt squeezing my cock as she climaxed.

When she was done, she climbed off me and fixed her clothes while I did the same. She went back behind her desk, opened a drawer in her filing cabinet, and pulled out a piece of paper, which she handed to me, saying, “A study guide for the final. But if you feel like you need more help, please feel free to make another appointment.”

I made sure to do just that. I only got a B on the final, but I’d never been more relaxed.