Brad, ugh. She hated Brad. The first day, he'd stood by the door watching the heavily female-based class parade past, staring at each of their behinds. This made Katy especially self-conscious as she had an ample rump that a certain type of man goes for. Brad was short, but ever so slightly taller than Katy, must've been mid-50s, mostly bald with a bad combover. Oh, and that belly. What was worse than anything else was that on the first day of college, they all had to get up and introduce themselves. Katy had been timid and overwhelmed by all the new faces.

"Don't worry," he said. "Just imagine me naked." She nearly threw up in her mouth. Everyone knew the reference. Imagine them all naked, but now she couldn't get that image of Brad naked out of her head, and worse than that, he had an ugly little erection too.

Katy started her first day at college without much stress. She didn't want to draw any negative attention today and hoped she'd mesh and be just another faceless person in the crowd. Katy wasn't an introvert by any means, but equally, she didn't crave, or at least didn't want to be the centre of attention. She caught someone's attention.

The first semester wasn't a difficult learning curve for Katy; she is academically very clever, but she apparently fell behind. Brad called her into his office one rainy Monday after her last lecture of the day. As she arrived, another female student was leaving. In tears.

"So, erm?" Brad smiled as he waved her in. It was a disingenuous smile, and Katy moved to stand in front of his desk, shifting her slight weight from left to right whilst holding her hands in front of her nervously.

"Katy." She eventually and politely finished after several moments of awkward silence. she shifted her hands behind her back and swayed gently, hoping to relax the atmosphere with girlish charm.

Brad looked her up and down over his half-rimmed glasses. She wore small black flats, white knee-length socks, and a plain but shortish black skirt.

"Oh, good, good. Katy." He gestured like she was supposed to sit, but as she looked around, there was just Brad's desk and his leather chair. Confused, she didn't move. "First term is nearly up, and you're, well, your grades are down from where we would like them. We're proposing a few extra circular activities to boost your standing."

"Oh, anything, Mr Pierce." She'd worked so hard to be here in the first place, and had no intention of ruining it all in the first term.

"Excellent, erm, excellent. I knew we'd come to terms on this. Please, erm?" Brad stuttered.

"Katy." Katy interrupted to get this done as quickly as possible.

"Yes, Katy. Place your hands on the desk in front of you if you wouldn't mind." Brad pointed at the desk as he stood.

She leaned over his desk as instructed; Brad slapped her right cheek hard as he stood to her left. It was then she realised there was a large mirror behind the desk on the wall covering almost the entire wall. She looked at herself, mouth wide open, with a shocked expression. Then she felt a warm hand stroking over that initial sting, and she began to stand. Brad coughed loudly. She leaned back down and remained still.

Brad pulled panty material across her arse cheek, exposing the handprint from the first slap. Katy remained motionless, staring at herself, then Brad, then back to herself. She then felt her panties being pulled from the other side now and felt conscious of her full arse being on show. Katy opened her mouth to voice some concerns, but with one swift movement, Brad gripped the cotton from between her cheeks in his fist and lifted a couple of inches. Katy, with wide-eyed surprise, found herself on tiptoes, she also found herself staring down at her reflection in the wooden desk, and gulped, then cleared her throat whilst the cotton twisted around her clit. Without her consent, her body decided to cum soak those little white cotton panties.

"Well, I've never cum like that, or that way before!" Katy mouthed. Silently and without breath.

Katy, after a few moments, tried to gather some modicum of composure. She lifted her head to look at Brad in the mirror. Brad, on the other hand, was staring off into space before carefully inspecting his nails as he slowly twisted the material in his fist back and forth, gripping her now rock-hard clit. Katy's head dropped back down after a few moments as she gushed in her panties again. Brad grunted with delight. Slowly, he let her down, then pulled the soggy cotton aside, using two fingers to open up her little hairy slit for inspection. She again stared back at Brad in the mirror. After Brad's careful consideration of her phat fuckable ass and delicate little cunt stared back as he snorted, but seemingly to himself, and then stuck a chubby digit deep into her, he thrust this chubby digit into her for several minutes without breaking eye contact in the mirror, and as her eyes rolled a little as another was inserted. Katy couldn't hold out and came again. Brad removed his fingers, placing them under his nose to take in her delicious scent.

"So, erm, we have an accord?" He smiled and gestured towards the door. Katy, now utterly humiliated, gathered herself. "Ahem." Brad cleared his throat. "Erm. K." Brad stuttered.

"Katy!" she managed, almost with a squeak, all flustered and flushed.

"Leave, the, erm, p." Brad held out his hand.

"Panties!" Katy replied, stepping out of her panties and handing them over, her pussy dripped down her left leg as she quickstepped from the room.

"Accord? Are we in fucking Pirates of the fucking Caribbean!" she muttered.

Her next visit was after the term break. Katy was rested, refreshed, and most importantly, she was going to put Brad in his place. She ultimately was not going to do anything of the sort. Katy pushed the office door so hard it bounced back at her. That was not a good start, she thought. Entering the room, a little more timidly than before.

"Come, dear, erm?" Brad eyed Katy like a wolf would a defenceless lamb.

"Katy." She reminded him with a pout.

Brad gestured for her to take up the position over at his desk. She stepped slowly towards him and put her hands on the desk, and she leaned over her skirt, no longer covering her round buxom ass. Brad stared at her glorious phat ass on show for the longest time as she watched him in the mirror. She regretted not clearly thinking through her choice of clothing.

"I see you enjoyed our previous session?" he stated at last and began rubbing and gripping her cheek he'd slapped so hard last time. This time, he slid his finger between her cheeks, rubbing the string of her thong back and forth over her asshole. "It's time we moved forward then." Brad dropped to his knees behind her, pulling her arse cheeks wide apart and sticking his tongue into Katy's asshole. Before Katy had processed what had just happened or how long Brad's tongue was, he had moved away, locking the door and rolling the blinds. Brad gestured for Katy to move towards the mirror next to his chair. He placed a hand on her head and firmly pushed her to her knees. Katy knelt as Brad unzipped, dropping his trousers to the floor around his ankles. His cock was tiny, already hard, but at most maybe 5" on a good day, but God was it thick. A tiny hill before that mountain of a gut, she thought, but hoped it did not have a hair trigger, touch it wrong, and it would go off in your face. She looked up at Brad, who looked down, raising an eyebrow. Katy leaned in, licking and circling his bell end.

"That's a good girl." Brad bellowed.

She knew this role, she relished and enjoyed it. Suck his cock and squeeze his balls, swallow his thick sticky cum whilst looking him in the eye. Guys love that. Most importantly, get good grades! So, she sucked. Brad's cock was so short that there was nowhere to grip, all the work was with her mouth. She bobbed enthusiastically for him with her hands resting on his legs to help pull her face and nose out of his bush. Ergh, that thick, bristly bush is going to make her.

"Achoo!" she sneezed into his groin. Fuck! Looking up, she saw that Brad was not impressed. Moving her aside, he carefully inspected and wiped his pubic hair using his pocket handkerchief. Brad then grabbed her hair, held her pigtails in his fists, and pressed his cock against her lips. Katy parted then and began to suck once more, or rather, Brad began to fuck her mouth. Whilst he did, he called and said the vilest of things. This better be worth an 'A*', she thought, scowling.

"You're a good little girl, aren't you, but no stranger to sucking cock though. Do you swallow like a good girl? I bet you're the popular girl at all the parties, with a queue lining up for the bathroom. Slutty, little Katy sucking all who attend, big, small, black. Although I'd also wager a large sum you also know the taste of another woman." Brad pulled her head back by her pigtails so he could see her eyes. Her eyes betrayed her as she recalled Jayne's pussy juice covering her tongue before she swallowed. "Yes, yes, yes." He smiled. "Yes indeed, you know what a sweet pussy tastes like. Why don't you taste your own for me now!" Katy initially recoiled but reluctantly stuck her fingers deep into herself and was surprised by how wet she was, before making a show of sucking her sticky fingers.

"Fuck yeah. You're a true-blue cocksucker." He said as he forced his cock back into her mouth. "You take instruction well, I see." Brad's leg quivered as he pumped into her mouth. "I've a special surprise before you leave, but I want your cunt shaved bald too for our next lesson. Extra credit for you right there!" Brad's lip twitched as he grabbed the back of her head, forcing himself as deep as he could. He grunted, and then Katy gagged as he unleashed a torrent of hot, thick, sticky jizz. There was just too much cum so most ended up on the floor, some down her white blouse. Brad grunted as he stroked his cock a few times, spraying over Katy, on her lips, nose, and cheek. Brad stared down into her eyes until Katy felt compelled to swallow what was left in her mouth. Grimacing as she did, but returning with an open mouth for Brad to show that she swallowed like a good girl.

As Katy's hand reached for the door, Brad coughed, tapping the box. Katy gingerly opened it, and inside was a butt plug with the text 'Cum Slut' printed on.

"Wear it with pride, my dear. Oh, and shave! We're no longer Neanderthals." Brad stood, unlocking and opening the door for her. Katy left with the taste of cum very much still in her mouth.

"No, I'm a fucking dirty girl," she smiled a wicked smile.

On and off throughout the year, Brad would either be in his office or he wouldn't. Sometimes he would wave her off, and sometimes she would open the office door, and he would unzip, and Katy would dutifully suck, swallow, and occasionally wear all he had to offer. Of those occasions, he would sometimes describe the vilest of things he wanted to do to her and sometimes what he wanted her to do to him. There is no way I'm going to handjob whilst rimming you, you dirty old man! He also made sure she wore that plug for him, whether he wanted her mouth or not.

Confused as she entered Brad's office for her final session, she saw what seemed to be the Dean and several of the other male faculty members.

"Come in, my dear, don't be shy. I've been telling my colleagues about your impressive oral skills. The Dean especially wanted to make your acquaintance personally." Dean Walsh stepped forward and took Katy's hand. But he didn't let go, leading her over to the desk, he gestured.

Katy stood before the desk and placed her hands in their usual position. She looked around the room at these men staring back. Walsh lifted Katy's skirt to reveal her phat rump. The men cheered and applauded. He pulled her panties aside and parted her cheeks for the other men to see. Katy saw their faces in the mirror, blushed and hid her face against the desk. Katy lifted her head to see them in the mirror, stroking their erections at the sight of her spread ass and her now growlingly wet pussy. She bit her lip, imagining each of them taking their turn in her. Filling her tight little cunt with fat cock and hot jizz, she soon found that only her mouth was required. This time.

Brad, who had been watching from the other side of the table comfortably in his chair, stood and awkwardly adjusted his cock. Walking around the table, he took her hand, leading her across to the first of the eager men.

"Remember, my dear, you're here to impress. So IMPRESS!" Brad pressed down on Katy's shoulders, and she submitted and knelt.

As a semi-flaccid penis appeared before Katy's eyes, she looked around the room and then at Brad, then at the Dean. They all looked expectantly and intently back at her. They were all here for the show.

"Put on a show and impress!" She thought, almost aloud.

"Better not narrate out loud." She giggled. Out loud.

Gripping this stranger's cock quickly, but gently, she pulled back the foreskin. The owner let out a soft sigh of pleasure as she took his head into her warm mouth. She winked up at him with her baby blues, repeating her mantra again, this time in her head. "Put on a show," she stroked, and his cock grew, and grew and grew. Katy was in awe. She couldn't believe the size of this monster cock she had in her seemingly tiny hands. She looked up at Mr Dirkin. A slender, short man. With a fucking enormous penis! Katy stared up into his eyes as she took long, sensual licks over his penis tip.

Katy released his cock and leaned back, moving her knees wide, and pulled her panties aside. She used two fingers to open her slit for him to get a good view of black messy bush above her little pink hole, fingering her mouth whilst staring up at him. He seemed to enjoy this as the other men hooted and jeered. Before moving back to his cock she stuck her fingers into her now very wet little slit before making a show and sucking her fingers, all the while eye fucking this stranger. She leaned forward again and took his cock into her mouth all the way and then into her throat. All too soon, the man made a very unusual face, and Katy knew he was about to. He grabbed Katy's head with both hands, forcing her head down as he came a bucket, she quickly tried to move back, closing her throat for fear of drowning, but he held her head as his balls pulsed and emptied. The result was a throatful of cum which spurted back out, not just her mouth but also out of her nose, to the delight and cheer of her audience. Brad handed Katy several tissues, and as she wiped cum from her nose, he whispered.

"My, my dear. Expertly done," he made a hand kissy motion. "But don't let the enthusiasm slip now," Brad now whispered with a harsher tone.

As the next man stepped up and unzipped, Katy removed her panties, spread her legs, and wiped the gusset up and down her slit. She winked her baby blues at this man before making a show of licking her cum off of them. She recognised him as the history teacher, but not for the life of her, his name, just as he grabbed a handful of hair and forced his rock-hard cock into her mouth, he also didn't take long and came almost as much as the first. But this was worse. Like Tweed and cigarettes, but this time, she managed to gulp it down as quickly as the streams shot into her mouth. These dirty bastards, they've saved up for me, she thought.

The next was a very man, built like a barn door, maybe an ex-rugby player, Katy pondered as she stripped naked for him. As she knelt, his penis was too far above her head to reach. The men all laughed as Katy tried a half-standing approach to get to his penis. The man lifted her to the desk and placed her so her head dangled over the side. This was the perfect height. As he slid into her mouth, his swollen balls covering her eyes, his cock made her throat visibly wider as it slid down. Katy played with her clit as this mountain of a man fucked her throat and played with her nipples. He didn't cum in her mouth like the others had. Instead, he pulled out and sprayed all over her. The first enormous splurge landed on Katy's belly, the second, equally huge shot as the first, on her right breast, and the last few pumps over Katy's face.

Katy slid down from the desk, looking like a true Bukkake slut, whilst, if there is such a thing as being cum drunk, Katy is just that. She knelt once more, still cupping her titties and teasing those large, erect nipples as Brad stepped up to splash his share over her face and into her wide-open mouth as she eye fucked him. It seemed as though the Dean was more of a voyeur than a participant.

"For that performance, my sweet girl, I'm very sure you'll have the grades you've worked so very hard for." Katy looked up through her cum filled lashes, wiped the cum from her nose, and blushed from the compliment.