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Teacher's Pet Ch. 01

By: primetime73



I drove down Washington Street with mixed emotions. I was glad the divorce decree was signed, done, over, no more fighting, no more lawyers, no more bitchy comments. I stuck my hand out the window letting it ride the breeze of the hot afternoon air, carefree, but still feeling that bit of loneliness in the background. Christy and I had been married for almost 10 years, the last 3 had been tumultuous including a year of separation. We both worked at the same high school making for awkward moments in the lunch room and hallways. I taught history while she taught art and was the cheerleading coach along with being an assistant on the gymnastics team. That gymnastics team was where she met Stewart Brockington. 

Christy and I started dating in college and were married when I was 24 and she was 22. Life for the first 7 or 8 years had been O.K. I felt lucky we were able to get jobs at the same school and had summers off to vacation, work on our house, and hang out. Christy was an amazingly hot wife and teacher. Petite, blonde, tight ass, smallish perky breasts, and a great laugh. I wasn't a bad catch either at a couple inches over 6 feet, dark hair, decent shape, and I thought fun to be around. I heard the occasional jokes around about us being the hot couple and saw the hormonal high school boys checking her out just as much as the cheerleaders when they practiced. The one thing we didn't have was money. Well we didn't have kids either but she wasn't able to conceive and she hadn't really felt a strong desire to adopt. Christy seemed fine with our money situation for years, I mean she knew what she was getting when she married another teacher, but as her college friends started showing off nicer homes, better vacations, newer hipper clothes, it started wearing on her. At least I like to think that was the reason she started sleeping with Stewart Brockington, the father of one of her gymnasts. He owned some real estate shop renting apartments or building them, I didn't really know. I just knew he had money and apparently that was what Christy desired now. 

I passed the girl in the skimpy bikini waving the sign advertising a car wash for charity ahead and for some reason found myself turning the corner and lining up to enter the parking lot. It looked like a local bar was sponsoring the event and the waitresses were doing the washing. I'd spent the last year just working out and staying around the house, saving money for the inevitable price I'd have to pay to buy Christy out of her share of our small house. My libido must have taken over with the divorce being final and lack of any social life so I guess I just wanted to see some scantily clad young ladies, I'd never even heard of the bar sponsoring the wash but figured what the hell.

The line slowly moved forward and eventually I was only a car away from the girls. I suddenly had a flash of embarrassment as I recognized the girl washing the drivers side of the car in front of me. Taylor Jorgensen had been a student of mine a couple years ago, was the former captain of the cheerleading team, and occasional dog sitter for Christy and I. She wasn't hard to remember. I thought about just driving off, feeling like a total idiot seeing her in just a bikini top and impossibly short cut off jeans, soaked in water, but there was no way out of the line and she probably would have questioned what kind of moron was trying to turn around his car at this point. 

She smile as she waved me forward, jiggling her firm young tits to entice me further. I thought maybe she wouldn't recognize me but the second she bent over to greet me her smile lit up a bit more, "Hey, Mr. Dreeson! I didn't know it was you through the windshield."

"Hi Taylor." I croaked back, trying not to be to obvious about the view she gave me. Taylor bent at the waist with her hands on her thighs providing an incredible sight between the exposed inner half of her tits as they hug freely in her bright red bikini top. A light breeze hit her bare wet skin causing goose bumps on the smooth tan skin on the curve of each breast. Hard nipples stood at attention, pulling her areolas tight and outlined. Her honey blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail, brown eyes wide matching her perfect smile. 

"I'm sorry to hear about you and Mrs. Dreeson." She responded, squatting down with her elbows resting on my open window. 

"How did you find out already?" I asked surprised that news of my just finalized divorce could be out that quickly.

"I don't know, just word on the street I guess. Haven't you guys been separated for a couple years now?"

"Oh, yeah, just over a year now," i stammered out, "I thought you were commenting on my just minted divorce papers that were signed about half an hour ago."

"Oh, shit really?" She lifted her head back in surprise, "I'm sorry to bring it up I didn't know it went that far. I feel like an ass now." 

"No, don't worry about it. It has been long time coming and I'm glad its done with."

She laughed as she stood up, "Yeah I used to hear some pretty good fights from Mrs. Dreeson's end of the phone conversations. But don't worry the girls all thought you were the one being screwed over. I'm going to have Amy take your money so I can take these soaked shorts off, but after you pay her just pull up there and we'll get your care all shined up."

A petite raven haired girl with ink and piercing came over to that my cash while I glanced over and caught Taylor's perfect ass aimed at me as she slid the jean shorts down. I watched her stepping out of them in my side mirror as I pulled ahead to the designated wash spot and saw her adjust her top a bit as well before heading toward the car. Amy was already swirly soapy water on the passenger side by the time Taylor began. Taylor leaned forward across the hood giving me a great view of her now bikini covered ass as she lifted a leg and straddled the fender to reach further. Every time she reached out her hips flexed grinding her pussy into the fender as if she was slowly fucking it. The bikini bottoms clung to her undoubtedly soft labia providing a perfect view at the junction of her thighs and ass. She slipped off the side and began on my door, moving up until she was washing the roof, pressing her tits against my now closed window. At first I didn't believe what I was seeing but it was real. Her top was pulled aside, exposing most of her tits and each nipple as she slid them through the soapy water on my window. At times just the half inch hardened nipples brushed against the glass as if she was teasing them herself. I looked over at Amy's side and although she occasionally pressed against the window her tits remained covered. Taylor had to know what she was doing and it didn't look to be the norm. I could feel my cock surging in my pants against the tight fabric uncomfortably restraining me but didn't dare use my hand to shift things around for fear of being seen touching myself. Taylor finally stood on an upside bucket to reach more of my roof, bringing her pussy up to window level. The bottoms were pulled up high and now wet leaving a perfect outline of her lips only inches from face. The girls moved around to the back of the car out of my sight and finished up. 

I sent my door window down in reply to Taylor's light knock. "All done Mr. Dreeson!" 

"Thank you Taylor, I really appreciate it." I answered, hiding my disappointment at seeing her top had been arranged back in place. Although she still looked amazingly sexy with her damp tendrils of hair hanging down, droplets of water running down her bare skin between the pushed up curves of her tits and quite erect nipples poking out. 

"Don't you want to get out and check my work?"

"Agh no, that's all right, I'm sure you did a great job." I really didn't want to get out and have my obviously hardened cock outlined for her or the other girls to see. 

She leaned down again on my window sill peering inside, "C'mon Mr. Dreeson, it'll only take a minute." Her eyes glanced down at my lap, staring for a few seconds at the obvious bulge running along my inner thigh. The khaki pants really didn't do much to disguise my rather uncomfortable erection. I knew my cock was bigger than average, large I guess, and Dockers really didn't hide 8 or 9 inches of hard flesh running along my leg. The small dime sized wet spot at the end of the tubular package didn't help either. 

Instinctively my hand moved to cover things up, "No I really should get going. I don't want to hold up the line."

Taylor smiled knowingly, "It's O.K. I understand. But don't worry, it happens all the time, I'm used to getting a reaction from guys."

I didn't know how to react, she obviously could tell I had a raging hard on. Maybe that was her goal, she had to have know the show she gave me was more than just a skimpy outfit and curves in the right places. As my brain processed the idea of her getting off on the idea of turning on her old teacher she continued her flirtation, "I am really sorry to hear about your divorce but you need to get out there and start over, have fun, and forget the past, meet new people."

I stammered out a "Yeah, that sounds good but I don't think I need to go jumping into any relationships now."

"Who said anything about relationships? You need to party, relax, and have fun. You should come out with my friends and I tonight. We'll throw you a divorce party or something."

"Nah, you don't want to hang out with me, I..."

"Oh c'mon, how often do you get to go out in the city, in the college bars, with a bunch of college girls. I remember hearing Mrs. Dreeson bitching at you on the phone, I am sure you can use a night out. Just meet us at Twisters at 9:30 and if you're bored you can always leave. It's not like you are held hostage."

"Fine, I'll see you at Twister's at 9:30."

I drove away feeling foolish for agreeing to meet her and her friends out in the college clubs but I couldn't help but feel a little excited. I don't know what I expected but a night out would be fun. 

When I got home I immediately took care of the still aroused cock in my pants. It didn't take too long for the pre-cum to lube my length and my slow stroking to the image of Taylor's bared tits against my window and undulating ass on my fender to have gobs of cum spilling out and letting the tension melt away. I took a nap in preparation of a late night.

When I arrived at Twisters I sat alone at the bar for 20 minutes thinking what an idiot I was for showing up. I was about to leave as the last of my beer was emptied when I heard her light voice as she squeezed in between me and the couple sitting to my left, "I am so sorry we are late. But you know women never show up on time right?"

She leaned over the bar and ordered a vodka tonic. I couldn't help but check out her small rounded ass, she wore skin tight jeans and a white top with a wide deep neck opening that boxed off straight across the tops of her tits and barely covered her shoulder. The fabric cinched under her accentuated tis and flared out bit gauzy almost see through around her abdomen. The top either had an elaborate built in support system for her chest or she woe a strapless bra. Taylor was a slender girl with a narrow waist that flared out to medium curved hips topping her long legs. I guessed she was probably 5 foot 6, about 8 inches shorter than me. When she turned to reach back and hand a drink to her friend behind me I felt her tits brush my bare arm, once in each direction as she turned back to the bar for more, ordering me my first shot of the night.

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I felt the heat of the sun on my face and the light hurt my eyes as I struggled to open them. The cheap plastic blinds on the window above me were angled to allow the morning sun to hit right on my eyes. A momentary panic hit as I realized I didn't know where I was. I was lying on a couch, a large rectangular ottoman was to my right and a TV. It looked to be a living room in an apartment, then I remembered. I had to be at Taylor's place. The previous night's events started trickling in, then flooded in. 

I remembered meeting her at Twisters, meeting her friends and roommate. Oh God, her roommate had been a student of mine too, Lara. I know we did countless shots and must have hit half a dozen bars. The girls got me on the dance floor at one place, they all took turns grinding on me or letting me grip their hips and grind against them. They must have thought I was a drunken idiot. 

A door opened down the hallway and a guy appeared shortly thereafter. "Hey Mr. D! How you feeling this morning?"

I recognized Dalton Rogers, the star QB of the college team and remembered Taylor was dating him. He met us late in the night at some dive bar.

"Man, you partied hard last night. Jared and I had to practically carry you up here at bar time."

"Thanks. I hope I didn't bother you or anything."

"No man, it's cool. Taylor told me you were her favorite teacher and how your wife, well ex wife was her coach and all. Glad you had a good time on your first night out. I gotta run, we have meetings and workouts every morning. See you later."

He headed out the door, leaving me alone in the living room again. I realized under the blankets and sheet that I was in just my boxers. I looked around the room and didn't see my pants anywhere, or my shirt for that matter. My car keys had to be in my pants pocket, not that I had any clue where I was in relation to where I left my car. 

I heard another door open and Taylor's roommate, Lara, came out of the hall. "Hey Mr. D! Glad to see your up and alive!"

I remembered Lara had been friends with Taylor back in high school, I think they lived near each other or something. Lara wasn't the cheerleader, hot girl type in high school, more of the smart, plain, easy to miss girl. 

"There is water in the fridge in the kitchen if you're thirsty. I have to work at the mall this morning so you'll probably just have to wait for Taylor to get up if you need a ride to your car."

And with that she was gone, leaving me alone again.

The thought of water sounded great I was just about to get up when Taylor stumbled into the room. Her light brown locks were a frazzled mess, she was trying to gather them up behind her in a ponytail as she entered the room. I immediately noticed her version of pajamas, an oversized v neck t-shirt that hung to about mid thigh and nothing else from what I could see. Her braless tits bounced with each step and swayed with each arm movement behind her head before dropping just slightly as her arms came down. The shirt was thin from being washed too many times and her pale quarter sized areolas were clearly visible with nub like nipples poking out, leaving little to the imagination. The V neck cam to a point just below where her cleavage started showing just that hint of bare skin. Her legs were bare and tan looking slender and graceful down to her bare feet and hot pink painted toe nails. 

I kept the blankets around my waist as I stopped in mid rise and sat back on the couch as Taylor kneeled down in front of me on the large padded ottoman, putting us nearly at eye level but I couldn't help but let my eyes drop briefly to check out her bouncing rack in the flimsy shirt. If Taylor noticed she didn't seem to care as she leaned over on her elbow and side curling her legs up on the ottoman. 

"Ugh, what a night. If I wasn't still a little buzzed I don't think I could have gotten out of bed," lamented Taylor.

"I know what you mean I didn't know where I was when I woke up this morning," I agreed with her assessment, "Or where my clothes went." 

Without really looking she just pointed towards the opposite end of the couch, "They're over there somewhere. It was kinda dark when I took them off but I tossed them in that direction."

The thought of Taylor taking my pants and shirt off sent a wave of embarrassed blood through my body. "Sorry, I was so drunk last night, I hope I didn't ruin your night or cause you any trouble crashing here."

"Are you kidding? I had so much fun last night. Don't you remember dancing and laughing all night? You were a riot, I can't believe how much fun it was partying with you. I never dreamed you were so normal and down to earth telling me your stories about Ms. D and stuff."

"What stories?" I asked suddenly remembering some conversations from the previous night.

"C'mon you made me tell you my dirty secrets in exchange for yours and now you say you don't remember?"

I remembered she asked if I had ever cheated on my ex-wife and I had replied, "Not really." That vague answer only made her press me more and when she promised to tell me one of her secrets I was curious enough and drunk enough to talk about sex with Taylor. I told her the story of how during college Christie and I had broken up for like a week and during that week I had sex with her room mate a couple times. I hadn't planned on it or anything, her roommate just came on to me in the bar and invited herself back to my apartment. She just showed up again a couple nights later after all the bars closed and we had drunken sex again but Christie and I got back together shortly thereafter. As far as I knew neither of us ever told Christie. 

Taylor's story in return came flooding back into my memory just as she asked if I remembered out conversations from the night before. She told me how after football games on Friday nights she used to go into the choir room up the stairs from the locker rooms and wait for her boyfriend to sneak up there after showering. A few of the other players and their girlfriends would meet up as well, usually 3 or 4 couples in the dark room, never turning the lights on so no one knew there were up there. Taylor said she would just slide her panties off and leave her cheerleading uniform on while her boyfriend bent her over the piano or a desk and fucked her from behind. It was fast and dirty with the sounds of the other girls having sex with their guys in the dark while all their parents waited outside. She said she lost track of how many times she spoke with her parents or teachers after a game or cheer practice with no panties on under her skirt, praying the wind or some jokester wouldn't lift up the short polyester covering her bare ass and wet pussy. Some of the girls even switched places with each other, sharing boyfriends but Taylor never did. I remembered she dated Justin Holston in high school, the prototypical jock who all the girls liked. He got a full ride scholarship for football to some out of state school. She said a few of the guys offered to switch but Justin never went for it. She admitted she didn't know what she would have done back then if he had offered her up to one of the other guys. Eric Henderson used to openly ask to get a chance at her despite his own, on again off again, girlfriend always being available for him after the games. She had heard stories from the other girls that he was kinda rough and had a really big dick that he was none to gentle with. He went so far as to shine a little pen light on them one night, catching a glimpse of her bared tits bouncing because Justin had pulled her top to squeeze them while he took her from behind. Her eyes had been closed so she didn't notice until Eric and a couple guys started clapping and whistling encouragement while they watched her.

"I remember. It just took me a minute. I can't believe I told you about that." I sighed.

"Why? It doesn't matter now. You and Christy, I mean Mrs. D, or...?

I interrupted, "Don't call her Mrs. D, call her anything but that and remember you just call me Steve, not Mr. Dreeson."

Taylor continued, "O.K. You and Christy are divorced, who cares about the past now.?

"I know. It's just embarrassing to talk about my infidelities like that."

"Oh, c'mon." She laughed, "That's not too bad, you weren't even married yet and you were broke up. I've done worse than that and I bet you have too." She rolled back and lay flat on the ottoman, feet up bending her knees up and staring at the ceiling. The flesh of her tits flattened a bit but retained some of their firm shape and topped by still pokey nipples. The bottom hem of her t shirt slid up her legs exposing bare skin up her thigh and hip giving me a glimpse of the rounded mound of her pussy covered by just the high cut panties she wore. "I tell you want, you tell me your dirtiest secret and I'll tell you mine."


Teacher's Pet Ch. 01



My hear skipped a beat. I was really getting turned on thinking about her story from last night and the idea of hearing something even dirtier than fucking her boyfriend in a room full of people and prancing around pantyless in her cheer uniform. "Fine, I'll give you my biggest sex secret but you can't say anything, I don't want this going around the school."

"Don't worry Steve, I don't see anyone there anymore and believe me I can keep a secret." 

So I quickly relayed the story of my bachelor party. 

After I was done, Taylor looked at me funny, "You can do better than that. Give me the details, not just two sentences. Make it a good story if you want my story." As if to encourage me she got up on her knees and bent over the other side of the ottoman to grab a water bottle she saw down there. Her bare ass was exposed as the shirt rode up her back. The thin white strip of underwear disappeared in the crack of her ass and spread out again in small pouch containing her bulging pussy at the nexus of her upper thighs. She must have had to reach for the bottle because she walked her knees apart spreading her legs and ass cheeks further thrusting back towards me and up in the air. I stared openly at the cotton floss and glistening satin. I quickly agreed to embellish the story with more details.

"We had a normal night out, strip clubs, heavy, heavy drinking and cabbed it back to my best friend's condo. Everyone went home and I was ready to pass out when he told me he had one more surprise in store. He hired a stripper to show up at 2 AM and give me one last private dance. This gorgeous dark haired Latina girl showed up and Rick handed her a wad of bills and went to his room leaving me on the couch and her dancing between my legs all alone. She gave me the best lap dance I ever had. I was fully juiced and I know strippers act all turned on but I was pretty sure she really was. The way she was grinding on me and breathing these soft little whispers in my ear had me ready to explode. 

Finally she asked if I wanted to fuck her tits. I asked how much I had to tip her and she said Rick already took care of it. I knew I shouldn't but at that point I just wanted to get my dick out of my pants so I agreed. She undid my pants and had them down around my ankles and off before I could back out. She rubbed her tits all over my cock, licking her nipples and finally just surrounding me and sliding my wet cock between her tits. She still wore her bottoms and when she climbed on my lap she straddled me perfectly gripping the back of my neck and leaning back rubbing pussy up and down my dick. All that separated us was the thin red fabric of those soaked panties. I thought for sure I was going to lose but she stopped in time as if she knew exactly how much I could take. She told me to lay down on the couch and then she proceeded to kneel over my face, letting her pussy gyrate inches away and running her hands up her body, toying with her nipples while I peeked out under the covered mound of her pussy. When she stepped off I thought things were going to be done but instead she straddled me once more, this time facing away from me and she leaned over, letting her pussy rest just an inch from face. I felt her tongue on my thigh and without hesitation I licked the underwear, pressing my tongue into her slit. I though for sure she would pull away but she ground her pussy downward encouraging me. Feeling extra brave and not feeling shame due to all the booze I drank I reached up and pulled her underwear aside and started licking her pussy. I felt her nails dig into my thighs and she began rocking her hips back and forth. She was really wet and after letting me work for a couple minutes I felt her warm lips around my cock. She sucked me off like a porn star. I mean deep throating, licking, sucking my balls, fast, slow, and then jerked me off onto her tits when the time came. I had never gotten head like that, no way Christy could do it.. So there you have it. How I ate a stripper's pussy and let her suck my dick at my bachelor party."

"I bet you I know why Christy never did it like that for you." Taylor teased, leaning forward towards me this time on her hands, smiling wickedly. I had a clear shot down her t shirt, the inner half each round breast was bare and when she moved a bit changing her weight the deep V neck let one chewy nipple pop into view briefly. "Because did you know we all heard Mrs. D arguing with you once o the phone and she said and I quote, 'just because you have a big dick, doesn't mean you have to act like one.' Since half the girls had a crush on you we all giggled and wondered if it was true. There was even a bounty on you that we offered up. We had $100 pool to a guy who would verify if it was true but you never showered at the school."

Her revelation shocked me. I didn't know what to say. "Don't worry Steve. I don't mind you looking down my shirt. Guys are always checking out my tits. I'm not ashamed of them, I think they're pretty nice. Besides, how do you know I didn't sneak a peak at you when I was taking your pants off last night?"

I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of either. My cock was larger than average, a good 8 inches hard and thick as a beer bottle. A part of me felt a bit violated if she had really taken a few liberties but really I was hoping she did and that maybe she liked what she saw. I was in good shape for being 10 plus years her senior at 33 years old. The months of working out had paid off and I was toned, almost ripped in some places. She had the sexiness of cat on the prowl crawling on that ottoman, showing off her ass and tits. We were all alone and the way she talked I don't think she just wanted to reminisce. 

She laughed at her teasing joke and leaned forward a bit more smiling devilishly. "That was a pretty good story Mr. D, I mean Steve, I liked the details but I bet mine is dirtier."

My mind raced forward wondering what sorts of things she could have done in her 23 years, especially after admitting to not giving in to the group sex scene in the choir room.

"I can't believe I am telling you this," she shook her head to herself, "but what the fuck, I've never told anyone about this." She settled back onto her hip with her legs curled under her and leaned on her left hand. "Three years ago I worked at another bar you may have heard of...Hooters. Big surprise right?! I had worked there for a little over a year and the night of my 20th birthday was my last night on the job. I had put some money away and was sick of working every weekend night and missing out on so much fun and I knew they would take me back anytime." 

Emphasizing her point she reached behind her and pulled her t-shirt tight and thrust out her chest bit. "I looked damn good in the uniform. You wouldn't believe what 32C's look like in a push up bra and a tight shirt." 

"I wouldn't have doubted you did Taylor." I complimented. The tight shirt hugged her braless tits showing off the round curves peeking out of the v neck and dark bumps poking out of dead center just to either side of the fabric.

"Anyway," she continued relaxing again, "I was dating this frat guy who turned out to be a total douche bag but I didn't care at the time. He was rich as hell and bought me all kinds of stuff really was a pretty bad boyfriend. A bunch of the girls were planning on going out after work for my last night and he came to meet me near the end of my shift. It was a Wednesday night and was pretty dead so he offered to stick around a bit and help me clean up since I had closing duties. I knew what he really wanted but was happy for the help. After the other girls left and we were alone, the bar lights were off and the doors were locked he started putting the moves on me. I knew he stuck around for sex, he wanted to fuck me in my uniform in the bar as a last hurrah in the place. I was feeling pretty good from the shots I did while cleaning and was kinda turned on by the idea so I agreed. It turned out to be a pretty quick escapade. We stayed back by the cash register near the kitchen away from the windows so no one would see us. He was behind me rubbing all over me while I gave him a hand job to get him hard. He got my shorts and nylons down and bent me over an ice bin and fucked me from behind. I always made him wear a condom because even though I was on the pill he and his friends screwed a lot of skanks at that frat house. He pulled my shirt up in the front leaving it tight up under my arms and unhooked by bra from the back letting the girls out of their tight embrace. It always felt so good to get free of that uniform. My bra hung off in the front allowing him access to massage my tits while he fucked me. He even reached down and grabbed an ice cube and teased my nipples so fucking hard with it. I wanted to lick them myself just to warm them back up. I was really getting into it when he pulled out and whipped the condom off proclaiming himself done. He then had the nerve to tell me he had to meet his frat brothers at some bar and had to get going."

Sympathetically I chimed in, "He just left you there?"

"I told you he was a Grade A dick. He wasn't even going to go out with my friends and I to celebrate and he was in too big of a hurry to wait for me to get changed, fix my make up and leave with me. He left out the side door leaving me standing there trying to get the nylon tights off my ankles so I could walk and my tits hanging out of my undone bra and pulled up shirt. Once I managed to get the tights off I gathered them and pulled my shorts up and scurried over to the Manager's office just off the kitchen. We always changed in there since it was private, had carpeting, no customers, a nice couch and door that locked. I pushed open the door and slipped inside my eyes taking a moment to adjust. The lights were dim as only the desk lamp was on and a flickering little TV monitor in the alcove to my left. Leaning against the front edge of the Manager's desk was Hector, our cook, staring back at me jerking off."

"No way!" I exclaimed joining her surprise from the story.

"No shit!" Taylor agreed. "Hector always left right away, he had very strict hours and half the time the bartenders had to clean the kitchen and even sometimes cook the last few orders. Hector was in jail for stealing cars or something and was on work release. The only reason he got the job was because his cousin was the Manager. I was shocked to walk in and see him there, dick in hand, pumping like a furious little monkey. I also caught his stare and realized my tits were still hanging out beneath the undone bra and tight shirt pulled up under my arms. I covered myself as best I could with my arms and noticed the TV screen. A black and white shot looking down at the cash register area was clearly visible. I never knew that camera was there and the TV alcove was usually covered by the paining I saw on the floor below it. Fucking Manager had a secret cash register cam to look for skimming bartenders and Hector had obviously just watched my boyfriend and I have sex on it."

"I asked him what he was doing in there and he just smiled this shit eating grin at me and said since we had closed up so early he came in here to relax, no reason to head back to jail early. He told me how he liked my little show and that he hadn't seen a naked woman in months, let alone one getting fucked. I was trying to pull my shirt back down but the damn thing was so tight and just managed to get caught up in my bra and ended up squeezing one tit out further like I was showing off my hard tits. Hector told me to just relax and take my time, he was really enjoying the show and that maybe if I let him watch me change he could make sure the manager never saw the tape. I knew it was my last night there and all but I really didn't want Hector and his cousin watching me bent over the ice machine every night or showing it off to the other guys here. I figured he had already seen just about everything anyway so I stopped trying to pull my shirt down and instead pulled it up over my head. My bra was already undone so it slid easily off my arms and there I stood, wearing just the stupid orange shorts and nothing else in front of our cook while he still held his naked cock in hand. He kept telling me how hot I looked and I had to admit he wasn't too bad either. He was wearing a white tank that showed off all of his muscles, there wasn't a bit of flab on him, he arms and chest were all tatted up and his head was shaved nearly bald except for some brown stubble. I thought he would stop pulling on his cock but he just remained focused on me and slowly pulling it back to full erection. I asked if he was going to stop jerking off but he just explained that in jail you get used to spanking it with people around and that if you waited for privacy you would never get relief. He told me jerking off to a real live woman was pretty hot and he intended to enjoy every minute of it. I took my shorts down and stepped out of them watching him the whole time. He licked his lips and stared at my body as if I didn't even have a head, making no attempt at pretending that he wasn't leering."

Taylor was making me extremely horny and I could feel my cock stiffening as she told her story, not sure why or where she was going with the tease but I wasn't about to interrupt her as she continued.

"I realized my thong was pretty damp from my earlier romp and the panties stuck to my crotch and probably still smelled of sex. I myself was still pretty horny and felt a bit unfulfilled after my boyfriend left like that so I thought I'd have a little fun with Hector. I cupped my tits up and pulled my nipples a bit, even licked one making it nice and hard again. He continued devouring me with his eyes and stroking but at a very slow pace as if to hold back but not let the erection melt away. We both just remained staring at each other as we teased. He broke the silence by again telling me how hot I was and that my boyfriend was a fool for leaving me like that. I got a little more daring as my blood was really starting to get up and asked him if he ever thought the girls here while in his bunk at jail. He admitted he jerked off to all of us in his mind, more than one imaginary load had shot across my tits. I was astounded he was so honest about it, he continued flattering me and making me feel quite beautiful while I stood there nearly naked letting him ogle me. I continued running my hands over my body and taking my time about actually getting dressed. Finally I slipped my underwear down my thighs, giving him a full naked shot of me and for some reason I wanted to be just a bit dirtier, live up to his lust or whatever, so I tossed my panties at his face. He caught them out of the air and immediately buried his face in them, making a loud sniffing sound. I was shocked. I knew they had to smell and taste like by damp pussy and he loved it. He actually licked the crotch. Instead of being disgusted at his display I was turned on even more so I guess that is why I just agreed when he asked if he could lick my pussy."

"Wow!" I sucked in my breath at Taylor's story. "He just what? Asked if he could lick your pussy?"

"Yep." She confirmed. "He said he wanted to taste pussy for the first time in almost 2 years and asked if I would let him get me off. I was still horny and peeved at my boyfriend and probably let those feeling have too much sway but I figured what the hell. I wanted to get off and all I had to do was just sit there and let him do the work, plus he would probably really try and not just play around for a couple minutes. I walked over leaned up on the edge of my manager's desk and spread my legs. Hector was buried in my crotch in no time, tonguing, pulling, sucking and licking every inch of my pussy. I had to admit he was good. I pushed stuff aside and just laid back on by elbows letting him have his way while I watched his face and head work. He ran one hand up my body and massaged my tits letting my short breaths tease my nipples against his finger tips until I finally just sucked his fingers in my mouth in time with his tongue on my clit. He finally made his way up my stomach and kissed each nipple before standing me up and spinning around pushing my chest down on the desk. I felt his hands on my ass and his tongue on the sensitive skin between by pussy and asshole and I gotta tell ya it made me yelp with pleasure. I came so hard I gushed down his chin. He didn't care and just pressed further even licking my ass a bit before I felt him stand and lean over to my purse on the desk. I laid motionless letting the warmth of my last orgasm settle in not sure what he was doing when I heard the paper tear and knew he had pulled a condom from the box in my purse. I should have stopped him, my mind even thought about jumping up and leaving, after all I had cum, and felt pretty damn good. But that was the problem, I felt so damn good and I still had burning desire for more. No one will know I thought. My asshole boyfriend left me unsatisfied and this guy would remember this for days if not years. Before I had fully come to terms with what was about to happen I felt the pressure and sliding sensation as he entered me. No toying around the opening, no pushing and bending of his cock is semi erection, just a straight thrust and he was in. He cock was so hard it smoothly went into my soaked pussy and in two pumps his balls where slapping my pubic bone. Thank God he wasn't huge because he wasn't about to go slow. He must have pumped for about 2 minutes getting me roaring inside when he pulled out , let out this deep sigh and plop, a filled condom land near my face on the desk."

Without a pause despite my shocked expression, Taylor continued her description of screwing the cook. "I thought are you fucking kidding me, another quickie? But he was already reaching for the box again and amazingly his cock still stood firm. I guessed with the quick release done he was ready for round two. The second time he fucked just as fast and hard but lasted much longer. He fucked me harder than anyone ever had, just relentlessly slamming into me. I figured when the second condom landed on the desk he was done. Instead he spun me around and told me to get him hard again, he wasn't wasting him chance at fucking an angel. I was so primed and ready I was just more ready to go by his ordering and not asking. I sucked his half hard cock back to erection while he sat on the couch letting him lean over and toy with my tits some more. Finally he said he was ready and put another condom on while I moved back toward the desk but this time he said he wanted to watch my tits while he fucked me. I let him pull me on top of him and rode him while he massaged and sucked my tits. I rode as hard as I could, he just seemed endless until he finally rolled me off onto the floor, stood up and pulled that last condom off letting a small clear jet hit my face. I know he wanted to cum on my face but he just didn't have anything left. I fucked every ounce of cum out of him and it felt great. "

I was stunned at her story. I couldn't picture Taylor being used and abused by some Latino gangster dude in a crappy bar office. I couldn't think of a response except ask, "Did you get the tape?"

"That's the kicker. There wasn't even a tape to get. The stupid cheap bastard didn't pay to fix the recorder when it broke so it was just a live feed with no recording. I couldn't just walked out and no one would have seen anything or believed Hector if he told anyone."

"Where you pissed?" I asked.

"Pissed?" She laughed. "I just got fucked harder than I ever had, I even let him try to cum on my face, I was on such a high I didn't give a shit. Hector left to get back to jail and I got dressed and partied my ass off that night. I even dumped my stupid boyfriend."




Teacher's Pet Ch. 01



"So did you ever see Hector again?" I asked.

"I thought about it. I even went back in one night and gently asked some of the girls if he was still working there but they said he got in trouble for being late or something so his work release privileges were taken." She then added, "I guess my pussy put him back in jail."

"I guess so." I agreed. "It was probably worth it."

"You think so?" She smiled a bit coyly, "Mr. Dreeson, are you hitting on me?"

I froze, hoping she wouldn't move the blanket off my waist hiding my total hard on. "Taylor why are you telling me all this?"

"Because, if you haven't figured it out yet, I want to be perfectly clear how much I like sex. That I can get a bit crazy at times, especially when it comes to taking a risk and that i don't care about doing an older man." As she explained she crossed from the ottoman over and straddled my lap, sitting up on her knees. Instinctively my hand went to her bare thighs. I thought about moving them off her but she just leaned forward putting her hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head giving me a clear shot down her deep V neck a the bare inner half of each breast. The hard nipples poked out of the thin fabric just beyond the exposed flesh. For some reason I moved my head just enough to catch one nipple in my mouth and let my tongue flick the rough fabric and tease her. Taylor leaned back and instead of getting up she took my hands up her thighs and abdomen until she was using my hands to squeeze her firm ripe tits under the shirt. Her hips rose a bit as she ground against me a jutted her tits out making sure I was free to squeeze them together, up , down, and under the thin shirt. The firm springiness of her tits amazed me. Each dense balloon regained shape and form quickly after kneading and hung perfectly, nearly touching one another. After only a few minutes of working her warm tits, she leaned forward and whispered, "Do you want to fuck me Mr. Dreeson?"

Her bluntness surprised me. I didn't even bother to try and correct her calling me Mr. Dreeson, "Taylor, I don't know..." My mind raced after years of conditioning not to get aroused by young women, or let them manipulate me with sexual advances but Taylor wasn't a student. She was a 20 something college student who apparently enjoyed sex, and may or may not have already molested me in my sleep.

"We're all alone Steve," she purred, whisking her shirt over her head and moving her hands up her bare ribs and over her round tits, "and I've always fantasized about getting fucked by a big cock." 

Her pink nipples stood in contrast to the bit of white skin that showed her swim top outline. Each areola was perfectly round and centered with the eraser nipple itself standing at attention. I leaned in to suck each one as Taylor gripped my head. Our foreplay didn't last much longer as she helped me stand up and pulled my boxers over my perpendicular cock. She laughed almost gleefully as the long think member bounced in her face before she ran a hand up it sending shockwaves through me. "It's just as I imagined. I can't even close my hand around it."

I looked down noticing her fingertips well away from the base of her hand as she gripped my girth, slowly sliding up all 8 1/2 and probably today, 9 inches. I knew from experience how excited some women get when they realize how big my cock is. Taylor stood up leaving her tiny panties on the floor and moved back on to my lap, grinding her now bare pussy against me letting the underside of my cock saw between the folds of her labia and lubricate itself with her juices. I was surprised for some reason her pussy wasn't bare. A small brown patch of fur remained like a head of hair above her clit before becoming stubble and smooth skin toward the tan line of her bottoms. "Don't worry, I'm on the pill. I don't want to make you try and stretch a condom over that monster. I just want to feel it all."

She finally rose up on her knees and tried to guide me into her damp opening. I knew she wasn't ready yet and steadied her with one hand on her hip while running the fat head of my cock around her opening. I could tell she was tight, tighter than Christy after years of my cock. I flipped my hand over and slid one then two fingers inside her working the lubrication from her pussy and my pre cum around. With my two fingers holding her open I finally started sliding my head and the first inch inside her letting her settle her weight as I removed my hands to her hips. A small gasp came out of her lungs as she slowly stretched her pussy open letting me in an inch at a time. She leaned forward so her stomach was pressed against my chin and her tits where on my head as she tried to lower gently onto my rigid pole. I gripped her ass, pulling it and by extension her pussy apart as she felt comfortable enough to start riding up and down, taking about half my cock straight up into her. Her tits bounced on my forehead and her quick breaths as she let me help guide her up and down produced a nice rhythm. Her pussy was so tight even the wet juices didn't leak much because of the tight seal around my cock, her lips just pushed the wetness bit further each time like a squeegee letting her take a bit more inside. After months of forced celibacy I wasn't surprised when I started to feel the volcano building. I tried to fight Taylor off me but she was intent on riding my thick cock and the first jet of cum released inside her before she started to let me lift her high enough to get my cock out. A second jet fired just inside her before I popped out and finished the rest on her small brown bush creating a sticky mess of it. 

"Sorry Taylor. It's been a long time." I tried to explain. 

"Don't worry." She promised. "I think I needed the extra lube for the next one right." She added before sliding over on the couch to bend down and lick my wet cock. Her small hands stroked as she pumped my half hard cock hard again into her mouth. After a few strokes and sucks I was getting hard again. Taylor licked the underside of my cock from by balls to the tip before taking just the head in her mouth again teasing with her tongue. 

"You know I don't normally suck guys off after sex, this only the second time I've ever tasted myself." She explained before swallowing more of my cock, pushing her limits to see how much she could take in her throat before I was too rigid to bend at all. When she pulled back off a heavy gob of saliva and cum dripped from her lower lip back onto my head. 

She used her hand to wipe the lubricating fluid down the length of me holding just a mouthful of cock while she stroked me completely hard.

Not wanting to let myself cum before getting another shot at her pussy, I moved her over to the ottoman. Taking the cue she lay on her back, legs spread, still a bit of cum oozing out of her pussy. Entering her this time was a bit easier. Her position and added lube let me push about 7 inches in before she moaned and made me stop. I used a three of my fingers to mark a depth gauge for my self and began pumping into her until my finger hit her labia signaling she was loose enough to go balls deep. I put my left hand in the center of her chest and let her tits sway on either side while I pressed down gently holding her in place while thrusting into her. Taylor seemed to be really enjoying it, trying to lift her legs and lock her ankles behind me while I drove in and out. Eventually, she tried to sit up on her elbows and look down between her swaying tits to see my pole splitting her open. Her bottom lip sucked in and flubbered back out as she exhaled in time with my thrusts. Her eyes squinted and the look of total concentration as she tried to control her breathing and by extension pleasurable pain told me she all I needed to know about how big my cock felt inside her. The moaning increased from a short whimper to a deeper longer groan as I started giving her an inch more of cock. The grip I had on the base of my cock let my first knuckle rub her pussy just a bit with every thrust and soon she had her hand down running two fingers on either side of my cock, enchanting her friction and targeting her clit. 

"Fuck me Mr. Dreeson. Fuck me Mr. Dreeson. Oh, God yessss, fuck me." She moaned as her hands roved, tugging at her tits, rubbing her pussy and sucking her own fingers while I steadily drove in and out, on my knees aimed perfectly at her opening. Her head flopped back and her hips attempted to squirm forward to meet me letting the waves of orgasm pass over her. Her spastic pussy was gushing fluids, leaving my balls and upper thighs nearly dripping.

In the midst of her demands I opened my eyes and saw a shocked Jared standing there watching us. 

He caught my eye and explained, "I waited as long as I could but I gotta go to work."

Another man's voice startled Taylor and stopped her writhing as we both froze. Taylor arched her back angling her head to see who was there and covered her tits with her hands. "Shit. Jared. What are you doing here?"

"I spent the night remember? I helped you guys home and I stayed with Lara last night." 

My cock was still buried in Taylor's pussy until she rolled off and tried to grab the blanket to cover, leaving me on my knees with 9 inches of wet hard cock resting on their ottoman. 

"You can't tell anyone what you saw here." Her voice and eyes pleaded. "Dalton can never know. Hell, Lara can never know. Promise me."

"Yeah, yeah. I won't say anything. You can keep your star QB boyfriend. I won't tell anyone you were fucking our old history teacher in the living room."

I felt like a busted teenager myself wondering what people would say if word got out about me having sex with a former student, wondering if my job would be safe. 

"I'm not kidding Jared. Don't say anything to Lara. You know she can't keep a secret." Taylor demanded.

My mind was working on the situation when a lightning bolt of inspiration hit me. I don't know how much was the hangover, the high of sex, the amount of blood in my cock instead my brain but I blurted out, "I know how to ensure Jared doesn't tell Lara."

"How?" Taylor asked.

"Easy. Make it a situation he won't want to tell her about. And what is one thing any guy won't tell his girlfriend about? Another girl sucking his dick."

"And who are we going to get to do that?" She asked not quite letting the situation sink in.

"You are." I nodded at her.

"Oh No. No, no, no." Taylor shot back.

"Think about it. He won't say anything or Lara dumps him. If he does say anything and leaves out his part you bust him to Lara, I mean you'll already be under the bus at that point. Hell if he tells people you sucked his dick while I was fucking you people probably won't believe any of the story and you're off the hook."

Jared stood motionless and quiet. I knew he was kind off a nerd in high school and Taylor was orders of magnitude hotter than his girlfriend. I was pretty sure he would go for it.

"I can't just suck him off." Taylor lamented.

"Sure you can." I leaned over and whispered in her ear letting my hands run up and cup one breast still feeling the heat and arousal from our sex. "You told me you like to get crazy sometimes. Do the unexpected, be a little naughty. What could be naughtier than blowing your roomies boyfriend in the living room while your old teacher fucks you with a huge cock?" 

She giggled a bit, "You are terrible. It's the truth but it's so... so..."

"Slutty, hot, deplorable... Shall I go on?" I filled in for her. I don't know what made me so brazen with her suddenly, maybe just the reaction I was getting while fucking her. She seemed so uninhibited and lustful and I wanted to see how far she would go.

"Fine." She agreed. "Jared, if I suck you off, you can't say shit to anyone about this. Right?" 

"No problem. My lips are sealed." He hastily agreed and started dropping his pants.

Taylor moved to the edge of the ottoman, sitting with her back to me and began sucking his soft cock. She left the blanket around her waist holding it up with one hand covering herself while she worked him hard, head bobbing while he just stood motionless. 

She stopped briefly, "You fucked Lara this morning didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did before she left for work."

"I can taste pussy on your cock." Taylor explained before continuing her work. I could tell she was trying to get it over and was going as fast as she could stroking and sucking much harder and faster than she had with me but understandable given my size as well.

"Are you ever going to fucking cum?" She asked annoyed.

"I already came once this morning. Just keep going I'll get there." Jared explained still frozen in a tense pose, almost surprised at what was happening.

"Taylor why don't you drop that blanket and let him play with your tits a little. That might help him relax and enjoy it a bit." I advised, partially just because I wanted to see her tits again myself, not sure how many opportunities I had in front of me.

Jared tentatively slid a hand inside the blanket, running up and down a bit between her tits. Taylor's hand holding the blanket in place relaxed and let it fall down concentrating on using her other to pump his cock in her mouth. Jared was getting more turned on, bending his knees so Taylor could take his entire hard shaft in her mouth and he could thrust forward gently fucking her throat. His arousal giving him confidence, he put one hand on her head and guided her down building speed until Taylor came up for air, letting tendrils of saliva and pre-cum hang from her mouth. "God you are so fucking hot Taylor," he complimented, "I can't believe this is really happening."

"Just remember this never really happened right?" She warned before slurping his cock in her mouth again. She ran a hand up his inner thigh cupping his balls, gently tugging them trying to will him to cum.

I wanted in on the action my self so I whispered to Taylor I wanted her on all fours on the ottoman. Taking a break from sucking Jared, she hopped up with her knees on the edge and scooted back with her ass towards me. Jared surprised us all with his new found confidence by reaching out and lifting a handful of each of Taylor's tits squeezing them to his mouth sucking the nipples bit and rolling the flesh while she tried to position herself. I thought she might push him away but she let him have his fun, and remained standing on her knees as he fulfilled his fascination with her tits. Her hands briefly reached up and ran through his hair as her head tilted back, enjoying the attention. I was sure he had probably fantasized about them more than once as she paraded around the apartment. Finally he stood straight again and aimed his hard cock toward her with his hand, signaling he was ready for more head.

As soon as Taylor dropped back down to her hands Jared's cock was in her mouth again. This time though he had raise up on his tip toes for her to go down his shaft from her doggy position on the ottoman while he stood at her head. I gripped her hip and guided an inch of cock into her. She pushed back a bit taking another inch and them made a gasping sound as I went half way in while Jared's cock muffled the sound from her throat. Jared fucked her face and in turn pushed her back onto my cock. I knew I couldn't pound her like before or she'd never finish Jared off. I was turned on seeing this former cock tease taking dick from either end, sucking a guy she probably barely talked to in high school and getting stretched by her old teacher from behind. My ex wife's prize cheerleader milking two cocks. 

Jared came with a groan. Taylor pushed his cock out of her mouth, letting the cum run down her chin. I took the signal to begin fucking her from behind at a much harder pace. Jared remained watching as I pounded her until Taylor hissed he had received his payment and should go. Her tits bounced forward slapping each other under her chin and the deep mewling moans came again. I was giving her every inch I had, stretching her pussy and feeling the deep recesses give way with each thrust. I hit her cervix once causing a yelp of pain. With the limit set I just deep fucked her for what seemed like 15 minutes but was really only about five. Jared pulled his pants up, tucked in his shirt and backed toward the door, watching us the whole way out.

I finally came in one pulsating blast that I swear lifted my balls against gravity. Slowly I pulled out of her, feeling the walls of her pussy contract as I left, until my head popped out with a trail of white gooey cum. Taylor's pussy hung open a bit stretched and unable to immediately close, dripping fluid from each of us. She rolled onto her side pulling her knees together and up almost fetal. 

"I take back what I said earlier." She huffed, exhausted.

"What's that?" I asked collapsing back on the couch. 

"About Hector being the hardest I'd ever been fucked. This blows it away and it's not even close." 

"Glad I didn't disappoint." 

"No, not even close to a disappointment. I am so glad I got your pants off last night and peeked so I knew what I wanted this morning."

"What about Dalton?" I asked, realizing she had a boyfriend and not sure what this meant.

"What about him? I think we established I don't want him to know and I really had fun today and I hope you did too."

"I had a great time, fantastic even, I just hadn't had sex in a while so I'm not sure how to proceed here or if you want to see me again..."

"Aww, you want to see me again?" She teased. "I might be persuaded to hook up again, I'll call you, but right now I gotta get cleaned up and freshen this place up so it doesn't reek of sex when Lara gets home."

"Agh, one last question, where is my car?" I asked.

Taylor laughed, "About 3 blocks away. I only live a few blocks from where we started last night, your walk of shame will only last in 5 minutes."



Teacher's Pet Ch. 01



The scratchy material covering the tacky chair in my professor's office made me want to either stay frozen in place or wiggle to relieve the slight itch on my skin. It wasn't my first visit there, for one reason or another I found myself sitting in that chair rather often; too bad it never came to anything except for a strongly worded lecture on my attendance.

He sat there behind his desk, looking at some papers in his hands. I watched as one hand came up to push his narrow black glasses back up the ridge of his nose to cover his ice blue eyes. They were in the top three things that made this professor a recurring character in my fantasies; his height and his voice were the other two.

"Ms. Eaves, I asked you here today --remarkably not about your attendance- but about today's attire," he covered a cough with his hand and stacked the papers to the side. Folding his hands on the desk he leaned slightly forward and looked at me over the tops of the glasses. "Do you understand why it's inappropriate?"

I blushed and squeezed my legs tighter together, "cause when I woke up late this morning and rolled out of bed I threw on the wrong skirt?" I bit my lower lip slightly to keep myself from smiling as I looked down at my hands folded in my lap. The problem was it wasn't an accident. I normally never wore the skirt unless I meant to dress naughty for a boyfriend or lover, but this morning when I saw it hanging in my closet, I pictured this teacher and couldn't help myself. The black pleated skirt and tank top were set off wonderfully by tasteful silver jewelry and tennis shoes.

I looked up and for a moment and could have sworn I saw him blush, "um, yes" he adjusted his glasses again, "yes, as you are most likely aware, your skirt is in violation of this institution's dress code."

I sat up straighter and gripped the arms of the chair as I repositioned my legs from crossed to knees together, feet to the side, "I am so sorry Sir. I didn't mean to cause a problem." I replied while resting my hands on my knees, my elbows in close forcing my well sized breasts together and slightly forward, "if you'd like I can always go over to the physical education building to change. My yoga bag is in my locker."

I repressed my joy at his eyes being locked on my low cut tank top as leaned forward to pick up my bag, "is there anything else you wanted Sir?" I looked up while still reaching, my fingertips brushing the bag's strap to see him clutching a paper too tightly. "Is everything ok Sir?"

For a moment I thought he wasn't going to answer, his eyes were wondering, locked on my body. In order to reach for my bag that I had stashed at my feet, I had had to separate my knees flashing black, white and pink Hello Kitty panties under my skirt and my shirt was hanging away from breasts showing off the matching bra.

I lost myself for a moment watching his gaze, and not realizing what I was doing, my left hand slowly touched my knee and my fingers grazed up my inner thigh, matching his gaze. When his eyes finally came up further than my exposed chest, he had nearly destroyed the paper that had in his hands. "Um," frazzled he blinked his eyes and tried to focus on the clock on the wall above me, but I wouldn't have it. I had had his attention as I'd wanted since the first day of class and he had walked in, black slacks, white button down, black tie and glasses.

I kept my gaze on his clear blue eyes as I licked my lower lip and stood up. I brushed my long brown bangs that had fallen over to cover most of my face as I turned and reached down to grab my bag. I could picture what he was seeing. My nice round ass covered in black cotton and a large pink heart on the right cheek.

"Ms. Eaves!" his voice was deeper and slightly strangled, "if you please?"

I turned to look over my shoulder only half straightening, the bag's strap dangling from my fingertips, "Sir?"

He pushed back his chair and just looked at me. I knew his eyes were amazing, but to feel the full focus of that intense gaze locked on me was almost more than I could bear. If looks could kill, I had earned a first class ticket to heaven; it would be heaven in his touch. Having never seduced someone before it took me a moment to realize, he wouldn't say it. The words were never going to cross his lips, if I wanted what he wasn't saying I was going to have to take the first step.

The strap slipped from my hand as I stood and walked slowly around his desk. He still sat straight in his chair, his black slacks tight across the knees. He didn't move as I stepped closer, I paused between each step to make sure I had this right, that I had read his look correctly. My bangs slid back down and I watched him through the brown strands as I came to a stop just before his knees. His eyes never left mine as he reached forward and up to grab me on the upper thigh, his fingers sliding under the hem of the skirt and then the edge of my underwear.

His hands tightened as he pulled me forward, and when my legs were pressed against the edge of his seat, I felt the tips of his fingers press into the skin; if I didn't have nail marks left over, I would have been surprised. I didn't know what to do with my hands yet, he just sat there, my cheeks cupped in his firm grip and eyes still locked with mine. I parted my lips, unsure of myself, licking my lip again; nervous habits dying hard.

Quicker than a snake his left hand left my skirt and grabbed my hip to pull me down to my knees. With a small gasp of surprise I hit the plastic carpet protector hard, I could feel the spikes underneath pressing back up against me. He relaxed his right arm to rest it on the chair as used his left hand to brush away my bangs. I lost his gaze then, as he looked at my lips. His thumb brushed down my jaw to my lips as he cupped my cheek and tilted my head one way and then the other.

I laid my arms across his thighs and nipped at the tip of his thumb. Fire roared to life in his eyes as my small bite turned to a light lick. My hand reached forward but I stopped just as my fingers brushed his belt, tilting my head in silent question. No words, just His eyes on me. I broke the gaze to open his belt and then a clasp and the zipper. I reached into the black boxer briefs to gently pull his cock through the slit in fabric.

When his hand slid up into my long hair at the back of my head I leaned forward and licked the head. Taking my professor into my mouth, I moaned. The first sound other than steps and fabric to be heard by either seemed to set us free. His other hand came up to clasp the back of my neck and he grunted as he slid forward to the edge of the chair, keeping my head in place so the head of his cock slid deeper into my mouth nearly touching my throat. 

I squirmed in my position, moaning happily at the feel of his hands on me, tasting him, feeling him growing harder between my lips. I could feel how wet I had already become, ready for more of him; hoping for more of him.

Too quickly he was pulling at my hair, pulling me free, but I whimpered, not wanting to stop; wanting to taste his cum inside my mouth. Pressing me back on my heels he stood and then pulled me up and pushed me down over his desk. I closed my eyes as I felt pen was pressed under my stomach; I could feel the ink seeping into my shirt. I shivered as he stepped closer and I heard fabric falling. When I felt his hand sliding around front of my neck I pressed back, but his other hand on my hip restricted my movements. My neck was pulled back, arching my back, forcing me up onto my elbows. I opened my eyes to see our reflections in a mirror on the far wall. I saw his eyes taking in my hanging breasts as I felt the hand on my hip slide down to push my skirt up over my lower back. I watched as his attention moved to my ass and his hand slid the skin there. I shifted forward, moving my feet wider, slipping the head of his cock along my skin. When he had worked just the head in, the hand on my neck moved to cover my mouth, his right hand reached around the side of my stomach and with a quick hard thrust, he pressed into me.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to dance for joy. Instead when I had adjusted to his invasion I rocked back, and wiggled ever so slightly as if to say "is that all you've got?" I learned quickly that he had more, oh so much more.

He took me hard against the edge of his desk; I could feel the imprint of the wood across the front of my thighs, leaving bruises. My mind was lost to the feel of him sliding in and out me, fast and hard, slow and sure. When I was close to coming and I could feel my inner muscles beginning to tighten around him, he grabbed me under the chin, his fingers pressing into my cheeks squeezing until I looked up into the mirror to see him shaking his head. I whimpered and though I begged with my eyes for release he just shook his head again and slowly drew himself out to till just the head was left and then slammed back in till his thighs slapped against mine and I could feel him inside so deep it seemed I could almost taste him again.

Tormenting me, taking me, in and out, he used me for his pleasure till finally he pulled out, pulled me back to kneel at his feet, his hand in my hair pulling my head back till his cock rested on my bottom lip and he came. The salty taste of him pouring over my tongue as I took all he had to give me. I must of whimpered or made some sign of distress, because when he was done and he had wiped himself dry he leaned over me, one hand braced on my shoulder and whispered with his deep, dark voice, "next time you wear that skirt, I'll have you over my knee." His hand moved up, back into the hair at the back of my head, "now, be a good girl and put away what you took out."

I reached up, sad to see it go but doing as I was told. When I had finished pushing the belt back into place, he pulled me up to stand before him. I straightened my shirt and smoothed my skirt as I focused on his tie. I could barely hold still, I was still so close to coming I ached to feel or taste him, anything to make the torment end.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me tight against him, his thigh pressed against my center, my breasts squeezed to the side of his chest. "Do you want release?" his whisper almost a sigh across my cheek.

I nodded shyly as I looked up to him, but when I opened my mouth to answer, he pressed a finger against my lips, "not today."

He kissed my left temple before grabbing his briefcase and walking to his door. Opening and waiting with his hand on the door knob he looked back at me expectantly, "Ms Eaves, I expect to see you dressed more appropriately in our class on Wednesday, is that understood?"

I mentally gathered myself and walked around to grab my bag from the floor, stepping through the door I turned, "Yes, Sir, I understand. I'll change right away, and again, I'm sorry."

"Good girl," he nodded and closed the door behind himself. "I'll see you later."



Teacher's Pet Ch. 01



"Where are you going?"

"It's been an hour. We're through."

He grabbed my wrist, loosely but with the obvious intention of keeping me there.

"Please don't go. I really need your help."

"Ron, there really isn't anything else I can do now except continue to quiz you and that's going to get old very fast. You just need to do the work."

"Please!" he begged, his grip on me tightening. "I can't fail this class. You gotta help me."

"And so long as you're disciplined enough to do the required studying, you won't fail."

He looked a bit stricken but I held firm. I couldn't stay there with him any longer. The memory of his erection was still with me and I had to get it out of my mind. I needed a change of scenery and fast. The realization that I was intent on leaving must have hit him.

"Would you like me to walk you somewhere? It's after dark now."

"No thanks, I can manage," I replied as I walked to the door.

Surprisingly enough he followed me there and loosely grasped my shoulder before I walked out. I stopped and turned to look at him. He wrapped me in a tight embrace again and whispered a thank you in my ear before releasing me and stepping back. 

My head was nearly swimming as I walked out. Had he provoked me just to get the spanking? Anything was possible and considering his reaction when I initially threatened corporal punishment, I had to move this up beyond possible to probable. 

Why would he do that? What was he doing now? Could he possibly be pleasuring himself while still enjoying the sting that I knew had to be inflaming his behind? If he was, what was he thinking about? Was I a part of his fantasy and if so in what capacity? Lord, there were too many things to think about. I considered going back to my apartment and sending that email to Dr. Donigal and Coach McKinley after all. I certainly couldn't continue to tutor him after this incident, as any respect he'd ever had for me would be gone with his first post-spanking climax. I'd no longer be the doctoral student assigned to tutor him. Now I'd be the kinky woman who had fulfilled his kinky fantasies.

But I didn't go home. Instead I found myself outside my favorite bar. It was a spot not frequented by too many of the students who seemed to prefer the newer and trendier brewpubs. I, however, really liked this place for its history as well as its ambiance. 

Chuck, co-owner of The Brakes, greeted me as I walked in. While I could hardly be called a regular, I'd been there often enough that Chuck and Tim, his brother, knew me and knew which imported beer I favored. I climbed on a stool and dropped my bag at my feet. Before I even had a chance to order, an amber bottle appeared in front of me. I smiled my thanks and raised it in a toast to his efficient and courteous service.

The thing I really liked about Chuck and Tim is that they had the uncanny knack for knowing when you wanted to be chatted up and when you wanted to be left alone. I wasn't really sure what I wanted that night and it seemed Chuck was aware of that as he started to walk away but then turned around and looked at me. A strange look crossed his face but then he turned away again. 

I looked at myself in the large mirror behind the bar, wondering if I'd broken out in purple polka dots or something. In the dim light of the old building, I couldn't really discern anything that looked out of the ordinary so I gulped down my beer and tried not to think about the situation I'd just gotten myself into. Shortly before I was finished with the first beer, Chuck was handing me a second one. It was another uncanny knack of his. I smiled again and took a long pull off the bottle. It was a short time later that the beer and nature took its course. I left the beer on the bar and asked Chuck to stow my bag behind it while I went to the ladies room.

What I found there surprised the hell out of me; a large damp spot in the crotch of my panties. I knew I hadn't peed in my pants so this could mean only one thing. I was as arroused by spanking Ron as he had been. At first I tried to blow it off and tell myself it was a natural reaction to seeing a physically fit, well-endowed man in a state of arrousal but I knew better than that. Visual stimulation wasn't particularly arrousing to me. I'm much more of a hands-on kind of girl. I had to really be involved in the act to get turned on.

I certainly couldn't deny that I'd been involved in spanking him. It was my hand on his back that held him down; my other hand that had done the spanking. Admittedly, the belt had done most of the contact but my knuckles had grazed across his skin a few times. It was hard to believe that such a benign act could do this to me. 

While I was an undergrad, I'd dated a guy who was very involved with power exchange and control. I'd enjoyed it too but always in the submissive role. This was the first time I'd ever taken a dominant position and I had no idea that it could be so exciting.

After finishing my business, I returned to the bar and finished my beer. Chuck handed my bag to me and I fished out enough money to pay for the two brews and a generous tip as well. He looked a bit puzzled when I told him I didn't need any change and asked me what the occasion was.

"Self-discovery," was all I said as I walked out of the bar.

For the next two days I immersed myself in my own educational pursuits. I had students in my own classes who would be taking midterms and I was also doing research for my PhD. By Monday morning I had pretty much managed to put Ron out of my mind. I supposed I'd have to see him after the mid-term but if he did as badly as I feared, it was possible that there would be nothing more for me to do.

Tuesday night my phone rang just as I sat down to grade my own students' exams.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Cindy, this is Emily Donigal. Do you have a moment?"

"Sure. How can I help you?"

"I was just wondering what you'd done to Ron Matthews?"

"Done?" I asked, stalling for time.

I had no idea what she was referring to. Had he told her about our discipline session? Was he filing a formal complaint? Oh God, what had I done?

"Yes, I just finished grading his mid-term. He got 88% correct."

I stared at the phone for a moment, not entirely sure I'd heard her correctly.

"An 88? That's wonderful."

"Yes, it is. Much better than I expected. I just wondered what you'd done to light a fire under his butt."

I stiffled a giggle, knowing that would surely let the cat out of the bag. 

"I just impressed upon him the message that his scholarship and spot on the basketball team were in jeopardy."

"Well I suppose that must have done it. I really didn't think it was possible for him to put forth the effort."

"Sometimes, they just need a little extra motivation." "They sure do. Jocks are the worst but you seem to have found th trick. Thank you, Cindy."

I had to laugh at her expression of gratitude. "Actually, I think it's Ron who should be thanking me."

She shared a chuckle. "And I'll be sure he does."

After I hung up the phone I giggled for several minutes. A part of me wanted to break open a bottle of something and celebrate my victory. I was half way to the fridge when I realized that the victory wasn't entirely mine. Though I had apparently found the way to motivate him, Ron had, in the end, done the work. He should be celebrating too. I grabbed a few bottles from the icebox, put them in a plastic grocery bag and picked up my keys and purse as I headed out the door with my package. Though it wasn't really a long walk from my place to his, I chose to drive it. I didn't want to waste any time getting there.

Minutes later I was standing at the door to his apartment, just about to knock when I realized just how rash I'd been to come over like this. I had no idea if he was even home and my presence might not even be welcome if he was studying for other finals. I was just about to tuck tail and creep back down the stairs when the door opened.

"Cindy!" He seemed truly shocked to see me standing there.

"Uh, hi," I said, suddenly at a loss for words.

"I didn't expect to see you tonight. I just heard a noise on the stairs and came to see what was going on."

At that moment I began to see just what a bad idea this was. "Look, I really shouldn't have come over. Just go back to whatever you were doing and I'll talk to you tomorrow."

I turned to leave but his hand reached out and caught my arm before I could move.

"No, you came over here for a reason. You might as well stay and at least tell me what it was."

He practically dragged me into the living room and motioned for me to sit down. I did and then stammered for a moment before finally blurting out my message.

"I just talked to Professor Donigal. She said you got a score of eighty-eight on your mid-term."

His eyes got big as he processed the information I'd just shared.

"That's a B?" he asked.

"B+," I corrected.

He stood up and danced around in a little circle. I thought he couldn't have been any happier if the basketball team had just won a national championship. I held up the shopping bag and let the bottles clink against each other.

"I thought you might like to celebrate."

He stopped for a moment and looked at me. Then a serious expression came over his face.

"But it's only a B+."

"Ron, that's a great score, especially considering where you were earlier in the semester."

"Yes, but it's still not an A. I should have done better."

"Okay, well, there are still three more exams. You'll get better with time."

Then I saw a twinkle in his eyes.

"I think I should be punished."

Oh my god, this couldn't be happening. He really had been turned on by that spanking and now he wanted another one.

"Oh no! I really shouldn't have even touched you the first time. Doing it again would be nuts."

"Please, Cindy. It really did wake me up and realize just how undisciplined I'd been. I could use a reminder."

I shook my head and shrank back into the corner of the sofa. 

"No," I said, shaking my head emphatically.

He stepped closer and leaned over me, putting one hand on either side of my body.

"Do you really want to see me fail some other class?"

"Ron, this is completely inappropriate behavior."

He grinned mischievously. "I know. What are you going to do about it, Cindy?"

His words taunted me. In my brain, I knew it wasn't a good idea. In fact it was a really bad one. My body, however, remembered its previous reaction and started in again. I could almost feel myself getting damp in the panties as I thought about the last time I'd spanked his lovely ass.

"Oh, all right, but this time it's going to be different."

I moved to the center of the couch.

"Now, drop you pants and come here."

I grabbed his arm to pull him close to me. Within seconds his sweat pants and underwear were at his feet. I pulled on his arm again, this time directing him across my lap. As much as my body enjoyed the previous performance, somehow I knew that we'd both be happier with a more intimate position. Ron didn't resist and within seconds was face down on the couch, his pelvis directly over my lap.

I began to slowly and teasingly spank his behind. I could feel his cock twitch from where it dangled between my thighs. That slight increase in contact arroused me even more and I paid extra attention to where my hand was landing. I tried not to hit the exact same spot twice in a row but there is only so much butt to spank and eventually I couldn't help it. His years as an athlete left these twin globes quite lean and trim.

As his cheeks turned red and the color darkened, his prick grew and hardened even more. The memory of it distracted me momentarily and I let a blow fall very awkwardly. I quickly got my attention back to the here and now and used my left hand and arm to reach across him and pull him closer to me. My right hand continued to spank him until it was sore. 

I could tell he was enjoying this and I didn't want to stop but didn't think I could continue so I switched to my left hand. I was less coordinated this way but he didn't seem to notice. I sensed, rather than felt, that his hips were rising and falling with each blow and as I paid more attention, it seemed almost like he was humping my thighs. 

I let my hands continue almost automatically while I thought about his reaction as well as my own. I was very aware that the short denim skirt I wore allowed his penis to fit snuggly between my bare legs. I could feel his pre-cum drying on my thighs and it gave me a thrill to know I was exciting him so much. The dampness in my panties was growing worse though I wasn't experiencing any other symptoms.

After a few minutes I could hear him begin to moan and the tension in his thighs increased. His hips moved faster and I subtly began to squeeze my legs together around his hard, fat cock. A part of me wished I could actually see it as it pistoned up and down but I contented myself with concentrating on the sensations it was creating in me.

With the few moments of rest I had given it, my right hand had lost its numbness and I put it back into use along with the left. He obiously found this appealing as I drummed on his ass, making it more and more red as I went. His moans grew louder and the force of his pelvis as it moved on my legs became almost unbearable. I didn't stop, however. I knew what he was building up to and I wanted him to experience that release. I also wanted to experience it with him.

While I could only speculate that he'd masturbated after I spanked him the first time, it was apparent that he was going for satisfaction now. A part of me felt like I was exploiting him but I knew that he liked it as much as I did and I decided to egg him on.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Ron? You love being over my lap."

He grunted in acknowledgement.

"Having your bottom swatted turns you on. You can't deny it. I can feel it."

A long low moan escaped his lips.

"I can feel you. Your cock is so hard. You're about to come, aren't you?"

I saw him nod his head at the same time a muffled 'yes' floated to my ears.

"Come for me, Ron. Come on my lap. I want to feel you."

He groaned again and began to piston his hips even faster.

"Do it!" I urged. "I wanna feel your come on my thighs."

That's all I needed to say. His moan became a shout and the even rhythm of his thrusts turned into sharp irregular plunges. I'm not sure what surprised me more, the force with which his orgasm overtook him or the massive volume of semen. I suppose I should have expected the latter, given the size of his testicles but still I was caught unawares and his climax seemed to continue for a long time. I'd never thought of basketball as being all that aerobic but it was the only reason I could think of that he had such marvelous breath control. The noises he made were continuous and I didn't detect him taking another breath.

I knew he was done when his body went completely limp over my lap. Ever since assuming that position, there had been some tension in his muscles but it was all gone now. Overcooked spaghetti had more tensile strength than he was demonstrating right now. As before I let my left hand rest on his back, feeling for the slight rise and fall of his body as he recovered from the intense experience he'd just been through.

"Breathe, Ron," I encouraged. "I don't want to try to explain this to the paramedics."

His breathing was shallow but almost spasmodic which reassured me that he saw the humor in the situation as well. Finally he took a long deep breath, exhaling slowly and then turning his head to look at me.

"Wow, that was amazing."

I blushed at his compliment.

"Thank you," I said, not knowing how else to respond.

"Oh no, thank you! I think I'll be able to study properly now."

"Yes, but will you be able to sit for your exams?" Mischief sparkled in his eyes.

"I'll consider it a welcome reminder."

"You do that. I'd hate to see what would happen if we had to repeat this little discipline session."

I could tell that there was mischief answering his in my glance. For all I appeared to be teasing, I knew that I'd be spanking Ron again for some misdeed, either real or imaginary. Whereas once it seemed like the wrong thing to do, now that we both admitted to our love of it, I saw no reason not to continue.

I gently rubbed his fiery hot, reddened buttocks for a moment, savoring the heat that came from them, feeling the wet, sticky fluid that was beginning to adhere to my legs. and wondered just how long it would be until I got to do it again.

"Hmmmm, I wonder if I can get my brother's old fraternity paddle," I mused.

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