Passing Exams Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Passing Exams Pt. 03

Continued from Passing Exams, Part 2...

After the "education" from my well-hung roommate, I knew I was almost ready.

First, I got a container of lube. My roommate was smart and prepared for me, but I would need one to carry around. Also, I got a larger butt-plug. My ass was sore for several days after the thorough fucking from my well-hung roommate, and while it was incredibly enjoyable, I wasn't sure on the size of Professor Kafadar's dick and wanted to prevent any problems. Lastly, I carefully measured my body and ordered a full outfit; skirt, sexy shirt, small wedge shoes, black lacy panties, small lacy bra (even though I'm "flat-chested"), and a blonde slightly curly hair wig. Some makeup as well.

Once everything arrived, I tried it on. A few online tutorials on makeup and some practice, putting on all the cloths and looking in the mirror, I was completely unrecognizable and very attractive. Standing at 5 and a half feet tall, slender build, and full makeup and blonde hair, I very much looked like a very attractive college girl. Walking around the apartment with the wedge shoes and butt-plug made me feel very feminine and sexy.

"What a shame Steve isn't here to see this," I thought, regretting that my roommate had to leave town for a while before any of my new outfits got here.

Mustering my courage, I emailed Professor Kafadar to schedule a meeting to discuss my grades. I was lucky, he had an open schedule the next day. Knowing the last office hours he had ...

... were from 5pm to 6, I scheduled for that time.

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The next day, at the scheduled time, I arrive to the entrance of the building where my Kafadar's office was located. Fully decked out in my full outfit and makeup, I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The secretary at the front desk barely looked up from her desk where she was gathering her things. "Oh good, you're on time. Head on back." she nodded to the backroom. "I'M LEAVING KAFADAR" She yelled over her shoulder, startling me.

"That's fortunate", I thought, heading towards the back office and hearing the front door shut behind the secretary leaving for the day. I hadn't considered other people in the building, but now it really looked deserted. "Friday evening, I suppose very few people are here at all" I muttered.

Moving into the back office, I knocked on the door, where I heard "Come on in" from a professor I'd only seen and heard a handful of times.

With my heart fluttering, I pushed through the door and walked in. Kafadar was a heavy-set man of Middle-Eastern descent (but I couldn't remember where), flawless English, and was well-dressed in a nice suit. "Come in, come in" he waved "have a seat and we'll get started" and pointed to the chair in front of his large desk.

The office was large, a mix of library with shelfs of books lining the wall, and lounge with a few comfortable lounge chairs and a small couch off to one side. It was clear this was a place he took much pride in and ...