Teacher’s Pet: Part Two
by BangBear


Trevor breathed heavy in his seat, his old teacher off in her bedroom getting changed. He reached for his coffee to try and cool himself down, the dog nearly creaming his pants just a moment ago. It went down much smoother than his initial taste of it, but it didn’t help bring him down much. Not any more than simply waiting there would, anyway. He thought for a moment to take a sip of her coffee, but right now the idea of placing his lips where hers were was too much for him, too.

“These situations you get me in, I swear…” he said, quietly to his dick, still tenting his shorts. He came down from the brink with lack of direct stimulation, but he still was mentally charged. He’d planned to smooth talk his way in, and instead she completely barreled over his plans. Did she have a plan for this? Was this rehearsed? Did…

Did she do this with other younger men?

The thought riled him up again.

“Trevor?” her voice called from her room, pulling him out of his own head.

“Yeah?”

“Close your eyes.” 

“Uh, sure…” he said, bringing a hand up to his face as proof he wasn’t peeking. After a moment to let him get situated, Mrs. Coolidge exited her room and walked towards him. He noticed he didn’t hear the telltale sound of her shoes on the floorboards, instead much softer footfalls, but only if he really listened for them. How much did she take off?

“Keep them closed.” She neared, her voice closer than before. He felt her finger placed back on his arm right where it left earlier, and then her other hand on the opposite shoulder. They ran along his shoulders, and then he felt her weight come down onto his lap. The former student gasped, the pressure on the tent in his pants increasing.

“Alright, you can look.” 

Trevor removed his hand and looked forward. He was met with her breasts, donned in a lacy red wine bra. His heart skipped a beat, and he looked up to her face. Deep red lipstick painted her lips, matching her new attire, and a soothing purple eye shadow complimented them both.

“Holy shit, Mrs. C…” She grinned down at him, pride in both her own looks and her ability to push this kid’s buttons. The principal pulled his head forward to bury it in her chest. She could feel his cock twitching under her. “Hah, wait, Mrs. C I’m gonna-”

“Do it.” She began rolling her hips against the lump she sat on. He almost melted at the command, and with a shudder he released into his own pants. Trevor’s moans rumbled through Mrs. Coolidge’s chest, the sly woman riding him through his climax. He almost spilled his coffee, clumsily setting it down on the table without looking, his eyes opening to see her looking down at him with a wry smile. “Hots for teacher?”

“Shit, yeah you could say that, Mrs. Coolidge.” She laughed, rolling against him one more time just to hear him groan. Her arms relaxed, a hand preemptively moving to press a finger against his lips, playfully pushing him back to stop him from lunging at her bra. 

“How long do you need?” she asked.

“Ngh, just a few minutes.”

“Good. We can prepare you in the meantime.”

“Prepa- Hey!” Before he could stop her, he felt a collar clasp around his neck. A zipping noise came from the leash as her hand slid along its length, the principal wrapping it around her fingers. He saw now that her arms were dressed in translucent red gloves matching the rest of her lingerie, reaching just a few inches short of her shoulders.

“Mine,” she whispered in his ear, Trevor swallowing his words. She slid herself off his lap and walked away from him, the leash growing more taught until he was pulled up from his seat. Mrs. Coolidge took her coffee cup in her other hand and stepped in close, looking up to meet his gaze. “I’ll need you in my office, Trevor Townsend.” 

“Yes, Mrs. Coolidge,” he replied, instinctively. A pleased smile crossed her lips as she turned to lead him through her home. It was now that Trevor was able to see her full matching set of nightwear. Along with the bra and gloves, the set was completed with thigh highs of the same material her gloves were. They were held up with an elegantly patterned garter belt, and between those she wore a pair of backless panties, the thin strips on the back of which pressed flatteringly into her aging buttocks. As his gaze landed their, her tail swooped around to tickle his nose, as if in response to his wandering eye.

The two entered her bedroom, Mrs. Coolidge allowing for some more slack in the leash. “Stay right there,” she instructed without looking back to him, making her way to sit on the edge of the bed and setting her drink on the nightstand. Once she sat down, she crossed one leg over the other, and simply looked at him with that same smile. Her eyes scanned up and down, Trevor feeling like she was undressing him. Admittedly, he was doing the same to her. 

She was only a few steps away from him, close enough to make out details of the front side of her attire. Despite her aging, her visibly sagging breasts still filled out her bra rather nicely. She could downsize a step, but he enjoyed the slight mismatch. He figured in prior years they must have been a snug fit. In the brief moment she crossed her leg he caught a glimpse of the crotch of her panties just long enough to confirm she was indeed covered up there. 

After their joint pause, she wordlessly tugged on the leash just enough to make it taught, and he took a step forward towards her.

“Stay…” she instructed, her former student reversing his step back to where he was. “Good boy. Now, take that shirt off and let it slide up the leash to me.”

His tail flicked back and forth at her praise. Without hesitation he pulled his shirt up over his head and bundled it up to send it on its way down the makeshift zip line. Mrs. Coolidge took the top and unthreaded it from his leash to bring up to her nose. She inhaled softly, closing her eyes to take in his scent. Something seemed to catch her attention, but she set the thing aside before noting it. “Shorts next, don’t rush it. And keep the underwear on.”

Trevor obeyed, sliding them down his hips, bending forward to guide them down his legs instead of letting them drop like he normally would have. “Good,” she said, admiring his athletic body. It seemed the skateboard wasn’t just for show after all. Her eyes were drawn downward to his gray boxer briefs, not just because of the unmissable lump, but also because of the engulfing cum stain centered on the tip. “Now…” Her grip tightened on the leash as she pulled it steadily towards her. Her finger on her other hand curled towards herself as she licked her lips like a predator. Trevor stepped forward, Mrs. Coolidge’s eyes locked on his. When he stood right before her, she tugged it again.

“Down,” she instructed, Trevor getting down to his knees, looking up at her. The principal leaned forward and placed her hand on his cheek, running her thumb along it. “Good. Now, would you like to do something for me?” she asked.

“What is it?”

“I’ll take your inquisitiveness as a yes,” she said, bopping him on the nose with a single finger. She pointed downward, his heart leaping from his chest. He knew what she wanted, and was about to move forward to complete the silently assigned task.

 “Under the bed, there’s a white box. Grab it for me, won’t you?” He was almost disappointed by her command, looking at her quizzically. He thought for sure he’d be snacking on her now, but he was wrong. Still, he did as assigned, reaching down under the bed with the extra slack she allotted his leash. Underneath he found the prize she was speaking of. 

“This thing?” he asked, presenting it to her.

“Yes, that thing.” She took it from him and opened it up, and from within she pulled a pair of handcuffs. Trevor gasped audibly, but only just barely. Still, the principal caught it, a wicked grin cracking across her face. “Scared?”

“I… um…”

“Stand up and turn around.” 

He hesitated for a moment.

“Up,” she barked. He did as told, despite his reservations about being cuffed. He expected to feel cold steel on his wrists, but the padding inside that he hadn’t noticed made it rather comfortable. Well, as comfortable as immobility can get.

“How does it feel?” she asked. His arms shuffled behind him, tugging against the chain and testing his range of motion. 

“Kinda weird.”

“Is it bad?”

“...no.” She smiled and gave his butt a pinch while his back was turned. The former student leapt in place from the surprise touch, and the former teacher laughed at his reflex. She grabbed him by the hips and nudged him to turn around, Trevor stepping around. Her nose was almost smacked by the clothed cock with less than an inch of clearance.

“Hmph, almost,” she thought aloud.

“...almost what?”

“You almost reached,” she said, her voice close enough for him to feel the vibrations on his tip, Trevor huffing. 

“I still got my underwear on, y’know. It’s holding me back.”

“Oh, I know, just a little test of mine.”

“Hah, I didn’t study, my bad,” joked, holding himself back from closing the distance. The cuffs doubled as psychological restraints, reminding him who was in control here. Instead, she closed it herself.

“Mmm, you never did, did you?” Her voice reverberated through his clothes and into his most sensitive region. He couldn’t answer her after that, so she doubled down on him, pressing her muzzle against him and sampling the stain with her tongue. “Looks like you’re ready to go again.” Trevor nodded eagerly, and a smile broke on her face once again.

“Then get down on your knees, pup.”

Trevor huffed as he carefully lowered himself down. “You’re gonna make me cum again, talking like that.”

“Better hold it back. Wouldn’t be fair for you to cum twice before I came once, would it?” She uncrossed her legs, her top leg swinging over Trevor’s head. She scooted forward closer to the edge of the bed, now Trevor merely an inch from her. “Go on,” she instructed.

He looked up at her, puzzled. Her panties were in the way still. She was gonna make him work for it, he realized. Trevor smirked, and took a look at how he wanted to tackle this. Her slit was completely covered with a solid section of her panties. Above that, the lacy pattern thinned enough for her well maintained pubic tuft to be seen through it. 

“Something wro-” her question was cut off by a sharp inhale, Trevor finally making contact with her. His lips pressed against hers with the barrier of fabric between them, the breath from his nose tickling against her. He pressed his tongue against her, Mrs. Coolidge letting her head fall back and leaning on her hands behind her. The leash was made taught again, forcing Trevor to keep himself where he was, though he didn’t really need the compulsion to do that.

He worked at his teacher, her light sounds of enjoyment spurring him on. He couldn’t keep this up forever, though. He looked up at her, his old teacher grinning down at him from between her breasts. She looked as if she was still waiting for something, and though she was content to play coy, he understood the assignment.

He pulled back for a second, evaluating the problem and how best to tackle it. His eyes scanned her underwear for a good target. The one that stood out was that thick seam between the mesh like lace and the solid fabric. It would have to do.

He came forward again, this time with his teeth bared. He made sure she could see them. Her eyes went wide, and another sharp gasp came from her as he bit down on the fabric of her panties. She flinched, her legs closing a bit to instinctively try to grab his head, but she resisted the temptation and let him cook. The upward curve of the corners of her mouth let him know she approved. 

The chef pulled the underwear back and over to the side, dragging it off from her slit. On his first release, the underwear relaxed back into place. He went for it again, this time trying to get a feel for which way the panties wanted to rest, and this time he managed to work them in a way to keep them out of his way. 

Trevor looked up at her with a proud smile. She returned it, nudging her hips up at him to get him back to work. He let his tongue hang out of his mouth, long and wet, to let her know what he was working with. Then, he dove in.

He didn’t waste time teasing her, there was plenty of that done already. He pushed himself inside right away, his tongue parting her lips, then her walls. She threw her head back and set her hand without the leash on his head, running her fingers through his hair as he worked. 

Trevor’s tongue wormed around inside her, every few seconds pushing it deeper until he was stretched to his limit. His breath tickled over her pubic fur, and the fur repaid with the little hairs tickling his nose in turn. She breathed deep, her hips pushing up against his mouth to extract as much from him as she could. After all the teasing and play beforehand, it didn’t take her long to start her on the path to her own climax. 

Wordlessly, she tugged on the leash, pulling him as tight against her as she could. Her legs raised up and rested on his shoulders, her ankles crossing and hugging him tight and using him as an anchor to lay herself gently down onto the bed. Hip twitches signaled she was almost there, so Trevor gave it everything he had to push her over.

His teacher moaned, deep and chesty. A voice cultivated from years and years of authoritative speaking, but still unmistakably feminine. Her legs clamped down around him as she quivered, her hand pushing down on the back of his head. He was being held so tight that he had trouble getting a breath in, Trevor wriggling to try and get free from her grasp. 

She held fast through his struggles, his efforts in fact working against him. The extra movement brought even more pleasure to the principal, and making her hold even tighter. All until it started becoming too much to handle, the over-stimulation making her let him go. 

Trevor pulled himself free from her, the short leash keeping him between her legs but clear enough from her to breathe freely. He started with a gasp, Trevor breathing heavily with strands of drool mixed with her pussy juice lingering between his tongue and both of their different sorts of lips. She lay on her back, catching her breath along with him.

She broke the silence first with a short laugh. After a pause, she started again. Trevor was puzzled to what was so funny, but he couldn’t help but join in. “Get up here,” she said, still laughing and tugging on the tether. The former student hobbled up onto his feet from his knees without the aid of his hands, using both the edge of the bed and her legs as stabilization points to lean on. 

To her shock, Mrs. Coolidge saw the stain in his underwear had greatly expanded since she last saw it. “My god, did you cum again from eating me out?”

“Wha-? No,” he said, looking down. “Oh, that. Nah, it’s all pre. I make a lot when I’m like really horny.”

“Impressive. And very flattering.” She pulled on the leash again and curled her finger towards herself, Trevor carefully scooting onto the bed and lowering himself to lay on her. She brought him into a one-way hug and wrapped her legs around him, their lips meeting. Her hands traveled up to the back of his head as he started dry humping her. She could feel his excessive production on her fur through his underwear.

“Your father really blessed you, didn’t he?” she said between kisses.

“I get that from my mom, actually.”

His heart sank down deep into his stomach. He froze up. Then, he regretted freezing up more than those words he just spoke. He could have played it off as a joke, but again, his body language betrayed his lies.

“Oh? What was that?” she asked. He didn’t answer. She grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled him up so she could look at him. “Some thing about getting that from your mother? Please, do tell how exactly you know that?”

Trevor grimaced, turning his head away from her. 

“Trevoooor. Answer me, Trevooooor,” she said, singsong. Still he refused, his breathing quick, shallow, and unsteady. “Well then, since you won’t answer me, I’ll just have to walk you through to my conclusion myself.”

“You say that you get over-productive when you’re especially aroused. That’s something I can see firsthand.” She ground up against him to punctuate the point. “And, you so confidently say that you got this trait from your mother, instead of assuming it’s from your father. So now the question is how you learned this.” Mrs. Coolidge then rolled to the side and got herself up off of him, then stood up from the bed and began slowly pacing in front of him. Trevor remained curled up in a ball on his side on the bed.

“An easy explanation would be that it just came up while discussing the birds and the bees. But that wouldn’t explain why you’re sitting here like a deer in the headlights. No, that makes me thing it’s something much more naughty.” Trevor wanted to throw up. How could he be so fucking stupid?!

“Trevor Townsend,” she called, walking back to the bed and crawling atop him. “You’re an honest to god motherfucker, aren’t you?” The last words were a whisper right in is ear, sharper than a razor and cutting right through him.

“Please don’t tell anyone…” He pleaded pitifully, looking off at the wall. He felt her hand on his cheek turn in him to face her. She looked simultaneously accomplished in her deduction, disgusted by this truth, and obscenely turned on by it. All this he made out in the fraction of a second he got to look at her before she stole another deep, hungry kiss from him. 

“You’re an absolutely filthy pup, Trevor Townsend,” she said after breaking the kiss. “And that mouth of yours is dangerous. I think it’s time we did something about it.” His interrogator stood up from him once more and walked over to grab the box she made him fetch earlier, Trevor still in a panicked silence. She pulled out what looked like an extended watch strap with a circular clasp in the middle. She dangled it in front of him and gently swung it back and forth. “Do you know what this is?”

“N-no…” he stuttered. She smirked, then bent forward with a hand on the bed for support as she reached behind herself. With small effort, her hand returned forward between the two of them, now holding a stainless steel plug. She then brought it to the strap and placed the end in the circle, giving it a twist to lock it securely in place. 

“It’s your gag. Open up.”

Trevor’s breathing picked up again, torn on whether he wanted that in his mouth or not, considering where it’s been. On one hand, gross, but on the other he was safer from spilling secrets that way. Regardless of his feelings, he didn’t think he had much of a choice.

“H-how long has that been in there?” he asked, but she simply grinned at him. He didn’t bother asking again, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer, and so he opened his mouth.

Mrs. Coolidge brought her plug to his mouth, setting it against his tongue and sliding it far enough in for him to bite down on the narrow end. She secured the straps around the back of his head, keeping it firmly in place. He was handling it surprisingly well, only a few uncomfortable groans as it was situated in place.

“Perfect. Now, stand up,” she instructed, stepping off the bed and tugging his leash. It took some effort, but he worked himself up to his feet and followed her lead to the wall. She swung him around and shoved his back against it. 

“Now, Trevor Townsend…” Her leash hand came right up to the latch on the collar, with the other against the wall next to his head. “I’ve got one more question for you.”

He exhaled hard from his nose, fearful of what horrible truths he’d accidentally reveal now. After all her tricks and games, he was more mentally naked than physically. He simply could. Not Lie.

His reaction amused her endlessly. This was pretty heavy payback for how much of a hard chem he gave her back in the day, and she reveled in it.

“Trevor Townsend,” she repeated, pulling him so close that he could smell the lingering scent of coffee on her lips. What on god’s green earth was she gonna ask him?!

“Do you want to be a pain in my ass, one more time?” Her tail flicked behind her. Trevor’s hips lurched forward before he answered. She grinned, getting the truth from him once more. Through his gag, he nervously laughed at his own uncontrolled honesty. 

“Well then,” she slacked the leash as she reached down for his waistband and steadily pulled it down over his shaft. He was absolutely coated in his own pre, the underwear yet further soaked in it as well. She wouldn’t even have to grab any lube for this. Mrs. Coolidge simply turned herself around, pushed back against him, and slid him inside her rear.

The two of them hissed, his former teacher biting her lip and looking back at him, pushing him further within her. He looked like he was in paradise, finally getting real, proper stimulation after being denied it for so long. She got about halfway down before retreating for another push, a little more getting in now. Slowly, she bounced on him, working more and more inside as he huffed and groaned behind her. “Feels good?” she asked.

“Mm-hmmf,” he muffled past the butt plug gag.

“Want more?”

His hips thrust forward, nodding enthusiastically. “Mh-hmmf!” She smiled back at him, then faced forwards again. She leaned forward and pushed back against him, feeling herself touching his knot. Together their bodies made a K shape against the wall as she bounced on him. He wasn’t going to last long at this rate, and she knew it.

“Do you want to know me?” She asked, breathing a little harder. “Bury that bone deep in your old teacher’s ass?” 

He nodded furiously, panting hard and already having to hold back his orgasm. He thrust forward instinctively, feeling her ring put more and more pressure around his swollen knot. That was all the answer she needed, and the principal pulled once more on his leash as she pushed back against him with all her weight. It was slow at first, but then all at once the fat lump of flesh lodged itself in her asshole. 

Mrs. Coolidge groaned when it popped in, having to exert herself for the entry. It was bigger than the plug she had in, but it felt good despite the extra pain. She swirled her hips around in circles, stirring him up inside her until she felt him pulsing hard, and a fresh warmth flooded her insides. 

“There you go,” she cooed. “Give it all to me. Just like that.”

Her words spurred him on, and though he wanted to collapse under the intense pleasure of his prolonged release, he managed to hold himself up to continue unloading his nuts into his old teacher. She heard him moaning his breaths behind her, slowly tampering down as the throbbing weakened. After all that she could only imagine he was spent.

They spent a few minutes recovering, occasionally her hips wiggling against him to tease him, and to feel just how deep inside her he was. She tested pulling herself forward as well, and after a few tries she eventually managed to get herself free with a wet pop. Cum splattered out from her tailhole onto the floor and down her shaky legs, and she turned to inspect him. 

Instead of standing against the wall, he was slumped down it, collapsed on the floor now that he didn’t have to worry about dragging her with him. He was still breathing hard, and his legs were jelly. She couldn’t help but chuckle, and let the leash go as she stepped away towards her nightstand. “You can relax now, I’ll get you freed up.” 

She opened the drawer and retrieved a lighter and a single cigarette. She lit her smoke, then grabbed her remaining coffee and walked back to the wall he propped himself on to sit next to him. On her way back she reached into her bra and pulled out a small key. “Here…” She took the key and brought it to his cuffs, the metal clicking and popping open the clasps. She figured he’d reach for the gag next, but to her surprise he just rubbed his wrists, and then his shoulders, massaging the stiffness from them before letting them drop to his sides.

Maybe he thought he was still under her rule, so she removed it for him. After unclasping it, she reached to pull the gag from his mouth. His lips remained in contact with it over the curve and all the way to the tip, like a squeegee. His tongue licked them clean. 

“Oh-ho, Trevor Townsend, you are filthy.”

“I had a good teacher,” he joked, Mrs. Coolidge burst out laughing, taking a puff from her cigarette. The realization hit her a moment later. “Oh, you’re talking about your mom, aren’t you?” He looked down at the floor, his hand rubbing the back of the other. She let the smoke waft from her mouth and took a drink of her coffee. Then, she passed the cigarette to him as she spoke.

“Well, first off, I’ll take this to my grave. You have my word.” He looked over to her, relief on his face.

“...thank you,” he said, taking the cigarette and bringing it to his lips. “Wait, how’d you know I smoke?”

“I can smell weed on your shirt. I’m a principal, remember? Half my job is sniffing out the weed the delinquents try to sneak.”

“Right,” he conceded, taking a puff. They sat quietly together, the cigarette burning between Trevor’s fingers as Mrs. Coolidge swirled her drink.

“Second off,” she started again, taking the smoke back from him. “You’re both adults and you can make your own choices. I’m not your teacher anymore, it’s not my job to get involved in your life. I’ll tease you for it, but that’s about it.”

Trevor chuckled. “I guess that’s the best I can hope for after dropping a fucking bombshell like that.” Mrs. Coolidge laughed to herself. “What?” he asked.

“Bombshell is a good way to describe her,” she smirked, her cigarette burning brighter as she took another drag. He nearly fell over laughing, his old teacher laughing softly.

“Jesus, Mrs. C…” 

“Call me Delilah. I insist.” Trevor righted himself and sighed. 

“Delilah. De-li-lah,” he repeated slower, feeling how the name formed in his mouth. “Good name,” he nodded. Delilah thanking him with a smile, passing him the smoke again. He took just a single drag and passed it back.

“How the fuck did you open me up like that?” he asked after a pause.

“Same as before, I’m a principal, and a teacher for nearly 30 years before that.”

“You should have been a cop.” Delilah laughed at the suggestion.

“Being a teacher and now principal entails a surprising amount of detective work, along with a little bit of mind reading.” She finished her drink off. “Black coffee keeps me sharp.”

“You clearly didn’t need it.”

“For you? No. You’re an open book to me at this point.”

“And the cigarettes, is that your performance enhancer, too?”

She shook her head with another puff. “I like to indulge, now and then,” she said before turning to him. “Don’t make it a habit,” she said, her voice suddenly shifting back to its authoritative tone. “They’re absolutely terrible for you.”

His hands shot up, surrendering. “Hey, it’s cool! That’s like my second ever cigarette.”

“It shouldn’t have even been your first, you’re not 21 yet. And weed is just as bad.”

“Man, you even sound like a cop,” he joked. Delilah chuckled. Trevor licked his lips again, still tasting the plug in his mouth. “So, uh, how long was that in there for exactly?”

“Since lunchtime, so around…” she looked at the clock. “Four hours or so.”

Trevor was stunned. “You brought that to work with you? And you put it in while on the clock?”

“Guilty,” she pleaded, her hands up with a grin. She stood herself up with a grunt, a hand coming to her butt cheek. “Ooh, still a little sore,” she muttered, hobbling to grab a robe. “Do you have anywhere you need to be? If not, you can stay and I’ll order us some pizza.”

Trevor shook his head. “Nowhere at all. I’ll let my mo-” he caught himself, the topic strange now that she knew. Delilah simply smirked at him as she fixed her hair up out of the robe behind her.

“I just need to make a call,” he laughed.