They say she was a slovenly woman. They say she was a whore. They say she was looking for attention. This is the floor of a miss named Sharmell.

Her figure was Sharmell Brown University. She was pretty. She was chic. She was vivacious. She was curvaceous. However, she thought there was something missing. She had a life worth living. But she wished for one thing that she lacked. The boys she wanted were ogling at the ladies that have that very one affair she does not. She grew overjealous. `` I want to be blockheaded, '' She said to one of her friends, rocking her rose hip with sass.

Sharmell was a fledgling in college. She had chemistry course of study with me. As for myself, I was a junior. She sat by me. She was form of talkative. She had my curiosity. Why ? In all honesty, she had plenty to offer. For illustration, Sharmell was pretty busty. Her ample cleavage got my attention. As well as her plump pink lips and pretty caramel brown tegument. She had a bantam smashed dead body. She might throw caught me looking at it. I only did it maybe a few times.

'' I want my booty to be crowing, '' She said. But by God, did she work with what He gave her. Chemistry class was the only class we had together. Due to the class size, we had to adopt bill quite frequently. Which meant : `` Hey, can I see your notes right quick ? ``

I was a generous person. So, I let her look while I checked her out. That day she was wearing a low-cut top, showing her cleavage generously. I peeked at her lower back. Her lace panty were playing peek-a-boo with my eyes. Meanwhile, my paper was back on my desk.

'' Thanks, '' she said, with a smile. I think she knew I was looking. Did she have a voyeur side of her ? That turned me on a bit.

Sharmell and I would trade notation ( and answers ) a few more times during the semester. At the end of said semester was the terrible final Exam. I have been through that stress multiple fourth dimension. However, Sharmell has n't. Luckily, in that category we had concept called a `` guaranteed score '' based on quizzes, attendance, etc. The `` assure tier '' was the grade you would get at the end of the semester. That grade was a `` B. '' That was way Thomas More than enough for me. I attended almost every class. She did n't. Eventually, her `` guaranteed gradation '' would be in risk due to attendance.

So, one day after year she asked me, `` So, you still got that guaranteed grade ? ``

'' Yeah, I do, why ? ``

'' Want to be bailiwick buddies ? I 'll name it worth your while. ``

'' What the hell. I 'll do it, '' I said, shrugging my shoulder. However, in my mind, I was queer. I wondered, `` What 's going on behind that smile ? ``

We met in one of the program library survey suite not long after that.

'' Hey. ``

'' What 's up ? '' I greeted her.

I knew nothing about teaching or tutoring. A hot wench studying with me in the depository library was sort of a fantasy for me. Then I noticed something about her. Something off about her hair. She was still fixing her apparel. She began to ask about Federal Reserve note from way back about baronial gas. I gave them to her.

'' I got to ask ... why is your guaranteed gradation in danger ? I can rent my terminal and sucking and still get a B, at to the lowest degree, '' I said.

'' fountainhead, not everyone has perfect lives. ``

I was slightly taken aback.

'' Relax, it was a lilliputian joke, '' I said, putting my deal up.

'' Sorry. I guess it was the T.A. ( that asshole ) talking. ``

'' Haha. I was exactly where you were now ... '' I got interrupted.

'' No, you were n't, '' she said.

'' Stressed fledgling with lupus erythematosus than optimal grades, only without the big chest and oh so pie-eyed body ? Too often ? '' I said.

She smiled at that and said, `` No, I have gotten unsound. I have an insane body of work schedule. Have n't exactly learned to juggle those two yet. He does n't want to hear it. ``

I tilted my psyche sideways with my hand on my jaw. `` The T.A. ? The tall dude that lurks in the form ? That one ? ``

'' Yup. So, I had to convince him ... ''

All of a sudden everything made sense. A smile formed on my face. `` No. You did n't ... You did, did you ? ``

'' Yeah, I did. And he loved my ass. You know why ? They used to call me a adulteress in high school. An care whore. Well, fuck it, we 're all adults now, huh ? You were wondering why I smiled at you that time, huh ? I like when boys look. ``

At this clip, I was visibly turned on, but I wanted to a greater extent contingent. `` How ? Just how ? '' I said with an almost entertained grinning on my face.

'' How ? Oh, my sketch buddy ... I 'll tell you ... ''

Now, Sharmell was xix at this meter. Her life would soon deepen. The plot of land would thicken. It would be in the variant of a teacher assistant. He was n't that old, to her surprise. She would hazard ahead of time thirties or so. She never had a `` hot for teacher '' situation before.

'' Hmm. He 's variety of cute, '' She said to herself, biting her plump lip.

Their eyes met in the classroom one day as he collected quizzes. She sat by me at the end of the row. I was second to the end. His center moved down her body. Something told her he was checking her out. She smirked again. `` This is new ... '' She thought. That day she was wearing a skirt, showing off her flawless ebony stage. She was n't doing very good in the class.

'' This shit might work ... '' Sharmell thought, as she licked her lips seductively and put her annulus a tad bit up, exposing a bit more of her thigh. The helper stayed in that neighborhood after giving the quizzes to the professor. She promptly went back to do more work. After class ended, she got up. Knowing exactly what she was doing, she bent down ( giving the young helper the complete horizon of her panty ), picked up her al-Qur'an and put them in her book bag.

She went to exit the room when she got called, `` Sharmell. ``

Her head jerked.

'' Your designation ? '' The assistant asked.

'' Oh. Can I turn it in tomorrow ? I 'll own it tomorrow. I promise. ``

'' It 's due today. twenty-five points off for a tardy grade. You do n't require to aim your final exam, do you ? '' the teacher said.

'' 25 ? Damn it. I need to die this class ! Oh, fare the ... Wait, what if I do something for you ? '' Sharmell said, acting desperate.

'' Like what ? '' he asked, tilting his head.

'' Hmm. Like ... '' She started, grazing her hand on his cheek.

He touched her randomly.

'' Inappropriate. '' the youth assistant said, sternly, trying desperately to hide his attraction.

'' seminal fluid on, I saw you looking at me ... '' She said, bending over. He caught himself looking at her plenteous cleavage. He shook it off.

'' I 'm a instructor, you 're a scholar ... '' he said. She touched him on the leg. He cursed.

'' chastisement. Teacher 's assistant. I 'm just a mislay neophyte. This semester 's almost over anyway. I 'll be out soon, '' she whispered in his ear, while feeling his erection. All of a sudden, both of them had a quandary. They looked at each other for a few bit and leaned in to kiss. The kiss got deeper and profoundly. breathing got slightly harder and harder. His hired man went up Sharmell 's skirt.

'' You 're a blue one ... '' she said, turned on.

'' I should be saying the same affair to you. ``

'' Oh my God. Are you seducing me, Sharmell ? tinker's dam, this is getting juicy as Inferno ! '' I said, still with a smile.

'' Are you going to let me cease or not ? ``

'' Ok, I 'll close up, '' I said quickly.

After class, the two went to the Cy Young assistant 's office staff. The assistant ran his hired hand up her bird with that facial expression in his optic. She felt his hands graze her chthonic realm. She felt her underclothing lantern slide. He was fondling her. Her breaths became quicker. She could n't conceive it. She just seduced him. She looked in the young assistant 's eyes. She knew that flavour. She felt that looking at as his fondling became fingering. She began to moan when the teacher shushed her with his other hand.

'' Shhh. ``

Sharmell looked at him and sucked his fingerbreadth. In that moment, she felt every male aspect and she liked it. `` piece of ass me, '' Sharmell said. The young assistant 's erection was throbbing as she bent over on his desk.

'' Pull down your scanty, '' he instructed. Sharmell raised her skirt and pulled down her lace scanty slowly and seductively. `` Mmm, that pussy is so jolly ... '' he said, hungrily, as he got cook to enrol her. She moaned, biting her lip, fighting the volume of her moans. He began to permeate her. She began to groan almost rhythmically.

'' Ah. Ah. Fuck ... Ah ! ``

'' Goddamn, you 're so pretty. Take that dick. strike it. '' he again commanded, with a smack on the butt.

'' Oh ! ``

He then fucked her slowly and with more passion. `` You like that prick ? You like that ? '' he said, softly in her ear.

'' Ooh, yeah ... ''

SMACK.

'' Ugh. ``

SMACK.

'' Ughh ! '' She moaned a little louder. At this degree, red home run were forming on her butt.

'' Turn around, let me see those titties, '' he said, almost gutturally.

The young assistant helped her assume her top off, revealing a pink bra. He kissed her on the back talk softly multiple times, while unhooking her bra. His candy kiss drifted to her brass, then to her neck opening. He could feel her ventilation quicken. Her respiration became tranquil moans, which turned him on more. He suckled on her buxom bosom as he fondled her beautiful wet treasure. Her moan went on as his brim on her trunk went lower and lower. He enjoyed tasting her pissed wetness. He always thought Sharmell was a beautiful young ma'am. He always thought whoever would cause her would be a lucky man.

'' Uh ! Uhh ! fuck me. know me with your big cock ! '' she moaned out, as he tasted her juices.

As he began to have a go at it her on his desk, the young assistant looked at her in the optic as he fucked with all the repressed lust in his being. He watched her tit bounce with every thrust.

'' Ugh ! Ugh ! Oh, shit. Oh, shit ! ``

'' Yeah. Yeah ! strike that hawkshaw ! '' he commanded, as he penetrated faster and with more hunger.

'' Yes, pop ! Fuck me with that dick ! Yes ! Yes ! '' she moaned wildly. There was a pure beauty in her that he noticed as both reached their sexual climax.

'' semen get this nut. ``

Sharmell started to suck him off while jerking him off. After he came, he looked at Sharmell, who had his succus all over her typeface. She smiled at him as she licked his juices.

'' So ... about my assignment ... '' Sharmell started.

'' What about it ? '' he said, with a smirk. `` I 'm kidding. You got your extension service. ``

'' So that 's what happened, '' Sharmell said.

I was speechless. My erection was throbbing. `` Wow, '' I said simply.

'' Yeah, got me a little horny thinking about it. ``

'' You ? Think about someone listening to it. So, about the 'worth your while'part ... ''

'' okeh, what is it ? '' she said with a sigh.

'' Hmm ... '' I said, thinking.

'' Is it my tit ? ``

I shrugged and said, `` Okay. ``

She quickly pulled down the shoulder strap off her top and revealing her big breast, caressing them for a few seconds. A bang came at the door. She quickly put on her top again.

'' You really like it, do you ? '' I said, laughing.

Some call her a slut. Others, an attention cocotte. I call her Sharmell Brown .