Just the Tip - The Manning Brothers

“Oh of course, Professor,” I said. “I already know what I need,” I added with a saucy smile before skating away, my mini-skirt swaying as I wiggled my hips.

And that’s how I got straight A’s. Professor Lang and I engaged in a torrid affair which ended the minute after he hacked into the University database and modified my transcript. It was fun, really, having a man wrapped around my finger, willing to do anything.

“Joseph,” I admonished while the professor knelt between my legs, supplicating and worshipful. “Make sure to suck hard on my nub because I want to feel some real tension there.”

He’d merely moaned in response, breathing in my female scent, his cock a bulge in his pants as I spread my legs wider, hooking my panties over my engorged nether lips to bare my steaming kitty. He was almost drooling with need, eager to dive into my snatch to sample my honey.

“Yes Mistress,” he whispered, staring at my puss avidly while touching himself, pulling that hard rod out, its length twitching at its proximity to nubile womanflesh. And sure enough, the Professor did an amazing job with the oral, suckling my nub with vigorous ardor, making sure I came multiple times on his tongue before burying that hard shaft in my soft folds, my puss clenching with ecstasy as he pounded me again and again.

“More Professor, more more more!” I squealed, throwing my head back in ecstasy, screaming with pleasure as he drilled me. “X plus 2Y equals R! Sum of S to the tenth degree is N!”

It was so laughable, spewing nonsensical theorems, but hey, different strokes for different folks right? As for the sexy professor, that’s what got him off: girls, math, and equations. With a mighty groan, he emptied into me, pumping white into my burning insides, coating me with viscous, virile seed, his trim body shaking with lust and release as he emptied into my body.

But no one knew of my secret activities. As a result, people were shocked when I was admitted to top-tier law schools. I’ve always come off as a blonde bimbo, and even my so-called friends were surprised.

“What?” gasped Kim Marsh. “How did you get into Stanford Law? You never study. In fact, didn’t you get a D in Econometrics last year?”

Of course I had, but I wasn’t about to tell her that my entire transcript had been faked.

“Yeah, I guess I just had really good reference letters,” I purred. In fact, I’d read Professor Lang’s letter which raved about my “stellar intellect” and “inestimable abilities.” It was laughable. More like my dripping pussy and big, bouncy boobs had paved the way.

“Hope you do just as well in the admissions game,” I’d tossed off to Kim insincerely, spinning about and leaving her gawking.

But of course, my sister suspected something was off. When I called, Tina was wary and unforthcoming.

“Alright Jenna, where are you planning on matriculating?” she asked slowly.

“I don’t know, where are you?” I responded. Her answer meant more to me than she knew.

“Well, I just mailed my deposit into Stanford Law School,” she said slowly. “They have a great tax program and you know how I’ve always been interested in corporate shields and piercing the corporate veil.”

I sighed. Tina was so boring. Graduate school was an opportunity to meet men. There would be dozens of glorious, hard-bodied young male students who’d likely move onto lucrative careers. And I was secretly elated. Didn’t a ton of entrepreneurs come out of Stanford? I mean, all the billionaire tech moguls were Stanford drop-outs right?

“What a coincidence!” I said gleefully. “That’s where I’m headed this fall too.”

Tina was silent in reply, letting out a soft sigh.

“I guess I’ll see you there, Jen,” before hanging up with a soft click.

But my twin’s presence was more important to me than just sisterly support. Come fall, I pressed my advantage, relying on Tina for everything … driving me to class, taking notes, even cribbing off of her papers once in a while, without her knowledge of course. She was the perfect fallback. I didn’t even need to charm nerdy boys into doing my work for me.

But it all blew up when it came to Jake Manning. CEO of Manning Pharma, my sister and I had attended a party in the City and I thought I’d snagged him. I’d made a beeline as soon as he appeared. He was the newest billionaire in Silicon Valley, and we’d done some dirty dancing with a vague promise to “meet up again” after the party ended.

I’d worked it to the max, spinning one date into two, two into three, until we were a couple. But unbeknownst to me, Tina had actually slept with him at that damned party! I mean, give me a break. The twenty minutes when I wasn’t watching my man like a hawk, and my twin snuck in and got pregnant by the billionaire on her first try. It was unbelievable, like the worst nightmare from hell.