My name is Chioma. I’m 21, from a small town in Anambra State, but studying business administration at a big university in Enugu. Life has not been easy. My parents are not rich, and I’m trying hard to graduate with a good result so I can get a good job in Lagos after school. But one course was killing me—Management Accounting with Dr. Paul.

Dr. Paul was a tall, dark man in his late 40s. He had a deep voice and always wore clean shirts and ties. The girls in my class used to whisper about him. Some said he was strict. Some said he helped certain girls with their grades. I never believed it until it happened to me.

It was the second semester. I had carried over some courses, and my CGPA was dropping. In the middle of the semester, I failed two tests in his course. One evening after lecture, he called me while I was packing my bag.

“Chioma, see me in my office tomorrow by 4pm. We need to talk about your performance.”

My heart started beating fast. I knew I was in trouble. That night I couldn’t sleep well. I kept thinking what he would say. Maybe he would advise me to withdraw or repeat the course.

The next day I dressed carefully. I wore a simple white blouse and a black skirt that reached my knees. I wanted to look serious. At exactly 4pm, I knocked on his office door.

“Come in.”

His office was on the second floor of the faculty building. It had a big desk, two chairs, books everywhere, and an air conditioner that made the room cool. He was sitting behind the desk, marking scripts.

“Sit down, Chioma.”

I sat. My hands were shaking a little.

He looked at me for some seconds before speaking. “Your scores are very poor. Two tests, both below 20%. If you continue like this, you will fail this course. And you know what that means for your graduation.”

Tears came to my eyes. “Sir, please. I have been reading, but the questions are hard. I can’t fail this course. My parents will be very disappointed.”

He stood up, walked to the door, and locked it. Then he came back and sat on the edge of his desk, close to me.

“There are ways to help serious students,” he said quietly. “But you have to be ready to do what it takes.”

I didn’t understand at first. “Sir, I will read harder. I can attend extra tutorials.”

He smiled a small smile. “Not that kind of help. Look at me, Chioma.”

I raised my head. His eyes were looking at my boobs and my legs. I suddenly felt shy.

“You are a beautiful girl. Very attractive. If you want me to pass you with high scores, you must make me happy. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

My heart was pounding. I knew exactly what he meant. I had heard stories, but I never thought it would happen to me. Part of me wanted to stand up and run out, but another part remembered my parents and how hard they were struggling to pay my school fees.

“Sir… I… I don’t know,” I whispered.

He touched my shoulder gently. “Nobody will know. It will be between us. Come closer.”

He pulled me up from the chair. I stood in front of him. He was taller than me. He smelled of good perfume and aftershave. Slowly, he started unbuttoning my blouse. I was shaking.

“Relax,” he said softly. “You will enjoy it. Many girls have passed through here and graduated with first class.”

He removed my blouse and unhooked my bra. My breasts came out. He looked at them and smiled.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth. I gasped. It felt warm and strange. He sucked gently, then harder. His hand went under my skirt and touched my pant. I was already wet, even though I was scared.

He made me sit on his desk and opened my legs. He knelt down, pulled my pants to one side, and started licking me there. I had never felt anything like that before. My ex-boyfriend never did that. I held his head and moaned softly.

“Ahh… sir…”

He licked me for a long time until my legs were shaking. Then he stood up, opened his zipper, and brought out his dick. It was big and hard. I was a bit afraid.

He rubbed it on my pussy first, then pushed inside slowly. I was tight, but I was very wet so he entered. He started fucking me on the desk. The table was shaking. He was holding my waist and nacking deep.

He fucked me hard. I was moaning, trying not to make too much noise because of other lecturers in the corridor. After some minutes, he started breathing fast and poured on the floor.

That was the first time.

Then he said, “Come back on Friday. We will do more revision.”

I left his office feeling ashamed but also relieved. At least I had a chance to pass.

On Friday I went back. This time I wore a short gown. I already knew what would happen. He locked the door again.

This time he was more relaxed. He told me to kneel down and suck him. I had sucked my ex before, so I knew what to do. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked gently. He was moaning and holding my head, pushing deeper into my throat.

After some time he made me bend over the desk. He entered me from behind, fucking me very hard. The sound of his waist hitting my buttocks filled the office—kpah, kpah, kpah.

He fucked me in different styles that day. On the chair, against the wall, even on the small couch in the corner. He came three times. The last one he poured on my breasts.

Before I left, he said, “Your first test resit will be 75%. Keep coming and you will get A in this course.”

I started visiting his office almost every week. Sometimes twice a week. It became normal.

One evening I went, and he had a bottle of wine. We drank a little. He told me to remove all my clothes and lie on the couch naked. He removed his own clothes too. His body was strong for his age.

He climbed on top of me and fucked me slowly for a long time. We were kissing. His tongue was inside my mouth while his dick was moving inside me. I started enjoying it more than before. I was moaning loudly.

“Fuck me, sir… harder…”

He smiled and increased his speed. He fucked me until I came. My whole body was shaking. That was the first time I had an orgasm with him.

After that day, I started craving it. Sometimes I would text him, “Sir, I need more revision tonight.” He would reply with time.

There was one day I went during rain. The campus was quiet. He fucked me so many times that evening. First on the desk, then on the floor. He even put me on his chair, sat down, and made me ride him. I was bouncing on his dick while he sucked my nipples.

He came four times that day. When I was leaving, my legs were weak. I had to hold the wall while walking.

As exams got closer, he invited me to his office more. Sometimes he would call me in the morning before lectures. I would quickly go, give him a quickie, then go for my classes with his sperm still inside me.

One weekend he told me his wife traveled. He asked me to come to his house. I was scared, but I went.

His house was nice. We went straight to his bedroom. He fucked me on his matrimonial bed. We did it from 7pm till almost midnight. He fucked me in the shower, on the bed. He was like a machine that day.

He put me in doggy style and fucked me so deep I was screaming. Then he carried me, my legs around his waist, and fucked me standing. His dick was hitting my womb.

That weekend I got the highest score in his mock exam.

By the time final exams finished, I knew I would get A. He called me to his office after results came out.

“You got 82%,” he said, smiling. “You worked hard… in many positions.”

I laughed shyly.

He stood up, locked the door, and said, “One more time to celebrate.”

That day he fucked me for almost two hours. He was not in a hurry. He licked every part of my body. He made me sit on his face while he licked my pussy. Then he fucked me gently, then hard, then gently again. I came three times before he finally released.

After that, he told me, “You are a good girl, Chioma. If you need anything in the future, come to me.”

I left his office feeling different. Part of me felt used, but another part felt powerful. I passed the course with a high score. My CGPA improved. I would graduate well.

Sometimes I still think about those days in his office. The smell of his perfume, the sound of the air conditioner, the way he groaned when he was about to cum. The way he fucked me many times just to give me high scores.

It was wrong, but in this Nigeria where life is hard, sometimes you do what you have to do.