The Dean

Melissa slapped the snooze button on her alarm clock for a 5th time. She opened one eye and looked at the clock.

“SHIT!” she hissed as she knew she was going to be late again.

She ran into the bathroom and hopped into the shower. She was up late the night before partying with her friends and did not crawl into bed until almost 4am. She contemplated skipping school, but she already had surpassed her allowable sick days that the school allowed. She attended a private school for girls. The school had strict rules on attendance and tardiness. It was the best private school that money could buy. But she was far from a model student. Her grades were barely acceptable to the school standards, she was constantly late, and had over a dozen sick days in the first three months. The school only allowed 7 sick days for the entire year. Her father’s fat wallet ensured she stayed in school. He was a personal friend of Dean Burk and with a few donations the Dean turned a blind eye to his daughter’s rebellious ways.

She hopped out of the shower, dried herself off and put on her school uniform. Blue plaid skirt, white button up shirt, matching plaid tie white knee length socks and black shoes. There was zero room for fashion flair with the school’s uniform.

Melissa grabbed and apple and ran out the door. She jumped into her BMW and raced out of her driveway. She cranked the music as she started singing along to one of her favorite songs. She looked at the clock on the dashboard as it read 9:04. She was already late for class and she knew she was going to hear about it.

She pulled into the parking lot, grabbed her backpack from the back seat and ran into the school. She had to pass the office to get to her class and she tried to walk quietly past like nothing was out of order. She had just passed the office when she heard the receptionist.

“Melissa! Step into the office!” yelled the receptionist in an icy cold tone.

Melissa stopped in her steps. She froze for a moment, turned around and walked into the office.

“Yes?” she said with a big smile like everything was ok.

But she quickly realized her happy reply was not going to get her out of this trouble.

“The dean would like a word with you!” she said coldly.

The receptionist had been with the school for at least 30 years and was a crotchety old bitch. Melissa hated any interaction with her but had to be nice as she feared the chat with the dean may get her kicked out of school. That of course would make her father furious with the amount of money he has spent trying to keep her in school.

Melissa took a seat and waited for her invitation to the dean's office. She was nervous. The dean was very strict and had zero tolerance for late and absent students. The wait seemed like an eternity. She ran hundreds of excuses through her head, but she was sure the dean had heard them all before. She was desperate for a new excuse, desperate to keep her ass in school or suffer the wrath of her father.

Just then the phone buzzed.

“Send Melissa in!” was all she heard over the intercom.

The receptionist looked over her gold rimmed glasses at Melissa and shifted her eyes to the door.

Melissa stood up and walked slowly to the dean's office. She opened the door and walked inside.

“Please, close the door behind you!” he said looking at her.

His hands were clenched together as he watched her close the door.

She put her backpack down and took a seat across from the dean. He sat beside a large solid oak desk that had likely been in the school since its foundation over 200 years ago. The dean unclenched his hands and opened a folder that was on his desk. It was her student file. He spent a few moments flipping through the pages before closing it and looking her straight in the eyes.

“Melissa, what am I going to do with you?” he asked coldly. “You are absent at least once a week, you are late pretty much every day for at least one of your classes. Your grades are just barely at a passing level. Tell me, give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick you out right now?” he added bluntly.

“Dean Burk, I'm sorry. Please, I beg you. I need to be in school, my daddy would kill me if I got kicked out. I will do better, I promise!” she pleaded on the brink of tears.

“I'd like to believe you, but this is the 3rd time in my office, and the 3rd time you have begged forgiveness – I'm just not buying it.” he replied.

“Please Dean Burk,” She started to cry. “You don't understand. I need to graduate from here or I will be a disgrace to my father and my family. Please, I beg you, I will do anything, private lessons, I'll show up on time, I really need this – please don't kick me out!” she held her head in her hands and sobbed.

The dean looked at her and felt for her. He knew her father very well. He was a successful businessman and like himself, was a strict man. Her father had spent his entire life working hard and climbing the corporate ladder to where he was now the CEO of a major manufacturing company.

The dean stood up and walked behind Melissa, he placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Melissa, please don't cry. I am sure we can work something out.” he paused, “How serious are you on your willingness to do anything?” he asked her.

Melissa perked up, sensing a small glimmer of hope.

“Yes! Please! I mean anything, just say the word and consider it done!” she said with hope in her voice.

The dean walked to his door and locked it.

He returned to her and placed his hands on her shoulders again as he began massaging her shoulders softly.

“Melissa, you are a beautiful young woman. What if I told you, I could guarantee you straight A's for the rest of the year, and it would not impact your social life one bit?” he said as he continued to massage her shoulders.

Melissa was feeling a little at ease under his touch and sighed.

“Dean Burk, that would be amazing, but I don't know how I could pull off A's when I am barely maintaining a D average?” she replied curiously.

“I have the power to make A's happen. But, for me to use that power, you need to help me. Let’s say, I scratch your back, and you scratch mine.” he said as he slid his hands down her arms.

Melissa was beginning to understand his offer.

“So what exactly do you want me to do for you, or,” she said with a pause, “To you?” she added nervously.

“The deal is simple. You come to my office once a week – every Friday morning at precisely 8:30 AM for a private lesson. In that private lesson you will do anything and everything I say. There are rules. Rule number one. No one is to find out about this. If you tell anyone, I will make sure you are not only expelled from school, but I will make sure you are completely disgraced to all your family. Rule number two. I am in charge – you do everything I say, no matter what! And finally rule number three, private lessons start right now, right here. What do you say?” said the dean explaining his offer.

Melissa thought for a moment. The dean was much older than her, she would guess late 40's possibly early 50's. He was an alright looking guy for someone more than twice her age. She looked at him in his eyes.

“Yes Sir. I accept your offer. And we can start now. What is it that you wish me to do?” she asked softly.

The dean unbuckled his belt and unzipped his blue dress pants. He slid them down around his ankles and pulled out his rock-hard cock.

“You can start by sucking my cock!” he commanded.

Melissa was not expecting the dean to be well hung. He had a nice big cock and her eyes lit up. She had been with many boys her age, but none of them could compare to the cock before her.

She knelt before her dean and took his cock into her mouth. She could not fit him completely in as he was too big. But she took as much as she could into her mouth and began blowing him. Her thumb and finger wrapped hard around the base of his cock as she stroked him firmly. Her tongue massaging the underside of his cock as she pushed him deeper into his mouth. The dean grabbed her hair and pulled it lightly as she sucked him harder. She felt the tip of his cock push against the back of her throat with every thrust deep into her mouth. Her thumb and finger stroking in unison to her mouth. The dean leaned back on his desk and looked down on the young blonde’s head bobbing up and down on his throbbing cock. He pushed her hair out of the way so he could see her face and mouth sucking his big fat cock.

The dean moaned as he neared orgasm. She could taste his juices on his dick as she sucked him harder. He pushed her hair away again watching her. A moment later his cock exploded in her mouth as he pushed her head onto his cock, making sure that she drank every drop of his cum.

Melissa stood and smiled.

“Did I please you, Sir?” she asked in her flirtatious voice.

“That was a good start my dear.” he replied with a smile on his face.

The dean took her hands and pulled him into his arms. He kissed her slowly. Their kiss turned to passion as she started French kissing him. His hands began to play with her soft full breasts. He took off her tie and unbuttoned her top exposing her perky young breasts. His hands fumbled at her bra and unfastened it. Next thing Melissa knew she was topless as she was making out with her dean. The dean broke the kiss and commanded her to remove her panties. Melissa did as he ordered. She stood before the dean in only her skirt, stockings, and shoes. The dean turned her and sat her on the edge of the desk. He opened her legs wide and looked at her hot pink pussy. He slid a finger into her wet pussy as he started to toy with her. His finger pushed in deeper and faster before his tongue found her clit. He started to eat her out as she lay back across the dean's desk. Her legs spread wide and drooped over the dean’s shoulders. His tongue now lapping at her clit as his fingers pushed deep into her tight wet hole. Melissa moaned loudly as she was now on the brink of orgasm. Her breathing was heavy, staggered as she gasped for air. She pushed her crotch hard into the dean’s face, loving his tongue and fingers on her sweet hole. Melissa exploded and screamed loudly. She was sure the receptionist heard her orgasm as she screamed again. Her sweet juices erupting from her body and covering the deans face in her cum as he continued to lick her and savor her sweet young juices.

The dean stood and took his cock in his hand. He placed the head at her slippery opening and rubbed it back and forth. Melissa moaned, wanting him inside of her body. He pushed the head into her and a moment later his enter cock slid easily into her wet dripping pussy. Melissa moaned again. The dean’s big cock felt fantastic. He grabbed her tits hard as his cock continued to fuck her with all his might. Her ass hanging over the edge of the desk as the dean had her legs spread in the air over his shoulders. His cock pounded her tight pussy hard. Melissa quickly was brought to the brink of climax again. A moment later her juices squirted from her body, all over her cock and balls. She could feel her juices running down her ass and dripping to the carpet below. The dean continued to fuck her through her orgasm and continued to pound his monster cock into her tight wanting hole.

“FUCK! YES! FUCK ME!” she screamed.

At this point she didn't care if the receptionist or anyone heard, she was loving the dean’s cock.

The dean thrusted his cock into her again before exploding deep inside her pussy. She could feel the throb of his cock as he sprayed her chasm with his cum.

Melissa's entire body was shaking as she had never cum so hard in her life. The dean helped her off his desk slowly as he kissed her again.

“Get dressed!” he commanded.

He watched her get dressed as he pulled up his pants and returned to his strictly business look.

“Melissa, I will see you next Friday at 8:30 AM sharp! Don't be late or you will be punished!” he said.

Melissa gave the dean a small kiss on the cheek and said “I'll be here!”

She left the dean's office and walked by the receptionist and smiled as she walked to her next class.