a new school won’t cure a slut

The sultry blonde temptress, Brianna, was known around campus for her insatiable sexual appetite and liberal attitude towards casual encounters. She had a knack for seducing professors, athletes, and even the occasional awkward nerd with one flick of her long, tanned legs.

It all started when Brianna’s math professor, a middle-aged man with a potbelly and comb-over, couldn’t tahan her perennial miniskirts during lectures. One evening, after office hours, she skipped into his dimly lit office. Before he could even ask what she needed, Brianna hiked up her skirt, revealing her bare pussy. The shocked professor disagreed with her liberal approach to course material, his pants tenting as she perched on his desk, “You must’ve come to discuss your failing grade, Brianna.”

She smirked, spreading her legs wider. “I came to discuss extra credit, professor.” In a swift motion, she pulled out his thick cock and wrapped her plump lips around the swollen head. Perhaps he thought a lively debate would persuade her to reconsider, but the second her tongue swirled around his glans, that idea evaporated. She knew she had him.

His hands flew to her hair, and he held tight as she swallowed every inch of him. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked and slurped, tongue working the underside of his shaft. “Fuck, Brianna,” he grunted, “This is highly irregular behavior for my office hours.”

She pulled off with a lewd pop, stroking him to full hardness. “Then let’s make it extra regular, professor.” With that, she spun around on the desk, presenting her juicy ass and dripping slit to him. Still in her heels, she wiggled her bare cheeks and reached back to spread herself open. “I think we both know it’s time for your thick cock to do the talking.”

Enough of this act, the professor thought. He couldn’t resist a needy harlot like Brianna, even if she was his student. He palmed her ass and plunged into her slick, hungry folds, grunting as she squeezed around his girth. She leaned back into him, meeting his thrusts, and within moments, impolite slapping sounds resonated through the empty hallways.

The raunchy encounter flustered the professor and ended with Brianna sucking him dry into her throat as he filled her belly with cum. When she stood on unsteady legs, adjusting her skirt, he shook his head. “Brianna, this can’t happen again,” he said weakly.

She flashed him a coy grin. “You’re right, professor. There are a dozenother classrooms where we can fuck. See you in the library tomorrow!” With a bouncy, hip-rolling waggle out the door, she left him dazed and disheveled.

Word spread around campus about Brianna’s tryst with the professor. Some found it scandalous, others envious, many exhilarated. Students and faculty found reasons to cross paths with her, hoping to tempt the insatiable girl into another encounter.

After the professor, she moved on to a red-headed jock with washboard abs and a big receiver hands. He panted in her ear as he bent her over the locker room benches, “I’ve never been able to focus on you in class, Bri.”

“Focus on this instead, stud,” she panted, leaning over and spreading her legs wider. He groaned and plunged inside her hole, slamming her lithe body against the wooden slats of the bench as he thrust with brutal efficiency. Her pussy gaped when he pulled out, dribbling a mixture of his cum and her porny juices.

“Don’t forget to wear your helmet next time!” she cooed, giggling as she fled bare-assed down the hallway, her cum dripping down her thighs.

The last to fall victim to Brianna’s serenade was the shy, bespectacled theatre student Timmy. He spilled his early morning coffee when she sidled up next to him in the empty theatre with a grin and a lollipop pop. “Timmy, I need your help!”

“W-with what?” he stammered, blushing furiously.

“Well, I want a starring role in the spring play. I need help with my a-audition,” she purred, pulling her shirt up over her perky tits.

“Oh, um, okay!” He was flabbergasted, eyes glued to her pink nipples as she pressed her body against his. Then her hand was in his pants, and he struggled to remember his lines.

She dropped to her knees and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, gazing up at him through her lashes. “Is this the leading role part?” He nodded dumbly, timidly thrusting into her face.

She took him deep in her throat until his tight balls rested on her chin and she swallowed around him. He gripped her hair, fucking her mouth with increasing confidence, until he pulled her up onto the stage, bending her over the platform and plunging into her soaked pussy. Timmy bounced her ass wildly, pounding into her as she gurgled encouragement.

They came hard together, grunting and moaning breathe dusters of profanity as his cock spasmed with release inside her dainty body. Timmy collapsed onto his back in floods of dirty glory before escorting her offstage, slick with sweat and sex.

News spread with increasing emphasis, and a trickle of men began to show up outside her apartment with nervous, eager expressions. One by one, she pulled them inside, giving them a warm welcome before dragging them into her bedroom, the mattress creaking with debauched exertion well into the wee hours. Their lustful moans and pleasure-yelps could be heard through the thin walls as Brianna did her best to be fair and attentive.

One of the last to succumb to her was a German exchange student who struggled with English yet giggled like a schoolgirl as she rutted him hard in the linen closet. He undoubtedly spoke fondly of his time in America to his far-off friends, who surely shook their heads at his frivolous stories of lust and carnality with the trampish blonde.

The day that Brianna fled campus remains unclear, but it didn’t stop the men from looking for her around campus, hoping for more thrills and a dyspeptic dose of insatiable desire, a rippling reminder of her hold on them.