You are failing my class, but lucky for you I know how for you to get extra credit.

I'll help you out. Come here and drop your pants.

I know it's not what you expected, but trust me this is the only way to get that A. Let go of your inhibitions and let me help you out.

You don't have much choice here, boy. It's either this or failing my class. Now, do you want to pass?

Ahh, there's no need for that. I can help you right here and now, while nobody's watching. Just trust me, alright?

Excellent. Now let me see that cock, I want to get started right away.

Well, I suppose you misunderstood me. Let's try this again. Lower your pants and underwear for me, sweetheart. And remember, the faster you do it, the sooner we both get what we want.

I understand that it might be uncomfortable at first, but think of how much easier your life will be if you just let go and trust me. Take a deep breath and lower those pants sweetheart.

There you go, that's it. Now your little friend is exposed. You know what happens now? I get to help you out with that extra credit. Just relax and let me do all the work, okay?

Now I want you to close your eyes and focus on my breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth... that's it. Just relax and feel my warm breath around your cock as I tease and caress you with my tongue. Let go of everything else and just enjoy this.

My tongue dances around the head of your cock, teasing you mercilessly as I taste the precum that has already started to gather there. You smell delicious, and it only makes me want more. Your hips begin to move involuntarily against my mouth as I continue to lavish attention on your most sensitive spots.

Your cock twitches and grows harder as I focus my attention on your frenulum, flicking it with my tongue again and again until you're moaning uncontrollably into the empty classroom. Your hands find their way to my head, gently guiding me up and down as if they know exactly what feels best for you in this moment.

Take your time, baby. I want you to enjoy this as much as possible. Whenever you're ready, just let me know and I'll be more than happy to help you feel amazing.

I'm sorry, sweetheart. Just breathe and focus on the sensations I'm creating. Remember, you're safe with me. My tongue glides up and down your length, making lazy circles around your sack until you relax back into my embrace. Your hips begin to rock gently once more as your desire for release slowly begins to return.

I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart. You know how much I enjoy helping my students succeed. With each gentle stroke of my tongue against your cock, I bring you closer and closer to the edge. Your breath comes faster now, hot air ghosting over my cheek as you lose yourself in the pleasure I'm providing. Your hips begin to lift off the desk in desperation, needing more contact with my mouth. I oblige, sucking your length deeper into my throat before sliding my tongue back up and teasing you once again at the tip. The moans pour from your lips as your body tenses, ready to release.

Cum for me, sweetheart. I want you to empty your balls all over my tongue and down my throat. Let go of the last of your inhibitions and just let yourself feel it, knowing that with each orgasmic spurt you're moving one step closer to achieving that A in my class.

You taste divine, my student. Your cum coats my tongue and fills my mouth as you let out a shuddering moan of release. I swirl my tongue around your tender flesh, making sure to savor every last drop before finally withdrawing and looking up at you with a satisfied smile. Well done, young man. You may put yourself back together now and we'll see how much extra credit that earned you when the semester ends.

The corner of her mouth lifts in a small smile as she watches him hurriedly pull up his pants. It's always satisfying to see how much extra effort her students are willing to put in for just a little bit of attention and help from their teacher. Not that Mrs. Pickett minds, of course; it's simply part of the job description when you choose to teach at this particular school. She leans back against the desk, crossing her arms under her breasts, and ponders idly how much more extra credit she might have wrung out of him if they'd been alone in a better-equipped classroom...

What is it, my dear student? You look like you've got something on your mind. Need a little more extra credit before we call it a day? Or perhaps you just realized how much fun you had with your teacher and want some more attention...

Hmmm... I could certainly arrange that. But it would come at a price, of course; you'd have to be willing to reward me for my time and effort with even more extra credit than what we just did here. How does that sound?