Teacher’s Pet Chapter 4

Here is chapter 4 to my ongoing story, and I’m just getting started! The first scene was a collaboration between me and my “number one fan.” Let me know what you think in the comments!

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As Lexi looked at herself in the mirror, she almost didn’t recognize what she saw. Gone was the obedient, perfect little girl her parents and classmates saw her as, always encouraged to dress modestly, to repress her sexuality to conform to society’s standards. That girl wasn’t who she was anymore.

The vision in front of her was something else entirely. She saw herself, hair a mess, face absolutely covered in Mr. D’s thick, white cum, sports bra disheveled and stained. She stood there looking, and ran her fingers in between her legs, feeling how soaking wet she was. As she watched herself in the mirror, her other hand reached up to feel the drying cum on her cheek with a shudder and a silent moan.

Lexi knew she had to get off…she knew that she couldn’t stand a single boring minute of school until she did. She checked her phone…she had half an hour until the first class started. Plenty of time to take care of her biological needs and clean herself off enough to look respectable. She put her phone back in her bag and went to turn on the shower. Stopping just as she touched the handle, Lexi got an idea, and a devilish grin spread over her face. She went back to her bag to retrieve her hair brush, and then turned on the scalding hot water.

Feeling the water start to wash the cum caked on her skin off of her body, Lexi brought one hand to her breast, pinching and teasing her erect nipple as she reached in between herself again. She was soaking wet still, and could tell which wetness was her, and which was the shower. Lifting the shower head off it’s stand, Lexi brought it slowly in between her legs. An instant shudder spread through her body like lighting, causing her knees to buckle as she felt the hot, pulsating pressure against her skin. She leaned back against the cold tile wall, feeling it against her bare skin, as her mind filled with images from just moments before. Mr. D’s thick, long, erect cock in her hand…the way it felt hitting the back of her throat…the feeling of his swollen, neglected balls in her mouth, the way it felt as his cum erupted against her skin, making her look as dirty as she felt.

She slid down the wall slowly, picturing things then that hadn’t happened. She pictured being bent over Mr. D’s desk, his strong hands pulling her dress over her ass, the rough skin of his palm on her bare cheek, slapping it, making it sting with pleasure. Then she pictured him peeling her thong off and rubbing the thick, swollen head of his cock against the threshold of her wet slit.

She slid further down, landing on her ass, leaning against the wall, the hot water still pulsing against her, her legs spread wide. She grabbed her hairbrush and started rubbing the handle against her clit, teasing herself. Even though she knew it wasn’t as long or thick as Mr. D, it would have to do. As she slowly slid it inside herself, she pictured Mr. D’s cock entering her. Farther and farther, deeper than her immature little boyfriend ever could. She pushed it in and out, slowly, imagining her teacher’s cock doing the same. In and out. A little faster now. In and out. In and out. Soon she was panting, sliding the handle of her hairbrush inside her faster and faster. Her other hand still held the shower head so it was hitting her clit with the constant hot stream of water as she continued to imagine that it was Mr. D’s cock entering her like this. Her breath came shorter and shorter, she felt the muscles inside her start to contract. She held back, riding the wave of pleasure as long as she could, before her body betrayed her and succumbed. She felt her pussy grip onto the hairbrush hard as wave after wave of sensation rocketed through her body, causing her to hit her head on the tile behind her as she dropped the shower head. It sprayed water up on her at an angle as her now free hand clamped onto her breast hard, shuddering and stifling her screams as much as she could, her fingernails digging into the flesh of her breast. Her mind went blank and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she rode out the last few waves of pleasure.

When she finally caught her breath, Lexi quickly showered off, put on her outfit for the day, and hurried to her first class.

As Lexi was getting herself ready for school, Paul had been in his classroom preparing for his lessons for the day. He expected himself to feel guilty…to be ashamed of what he did, cheating on his wife with a barley legal student. He expected himself to be paranoid about getting caught.

But, in actuality, Paul was on cloud nine. Maybe it was just denial or a delusion of grandeur…but he was beginning to think he could just pull this whole thing off, could have his cake and eat it too.

When classes started, Paul felt himself firing on all cylinders. His jokes were landing, his lessons were going off without a hitch, his students were engaged. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this confident and relaxed. Maybe Lexi would actually end up being a boon to his career, as opposed to its end. His thoughts kept drifting back to her all day, eagerly awaiting his last period class with her, and wondering what she was planning on wearing. Apparently she was thinking about him too, because as he ate lunch with his colleagues in the teacher’s lounge, she texted him.

“This morning was so amazing Mr. D. I can’t wait to see you in class…I hope you’ll have more lessons for me soon”

Paul smirked as he typed back. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, and all the things I want to teach you. Last block can’t come soon enough ;)”

He hit send.

“What’s that smirk for, Paul?” Asked Stephanie, one of his coworkers. She eyed him suspiciously.

“Oh…just a text from my wife. She has something special planned for us tonight.” It was the first lie he could think of to explain the look on his face.

His other colleagues laughed and made their usual lewd jokes, but Stephanie just looked at him more suspiciously than before. She knew that he and his wife were having problems…they often confided on their marital issues together. But Paul brushed it off, too absorbed in his own fantasy to let it worry him now.

At last, the bell for the last class of the day rang, and the teachers grumbled their way back to their classrooms. Paul felt his heart flutter when he unlocked his classroom door, and let the students start to filter in. He said hello to them all as usual, maybe a bit more distracted than most days, as he scanned their faces, looking for Lexi. His spirits fell as the bell rang and he realized that Lexi wasn’t there.

He began his class, running on autopilot as he gave his directions, the whole time wondering about Lexi. For the first time since the morning, he started to panic. Where was she? Did she get cold feet after all? Maybe she regretted their encounter in the morning? Would she have turned him in? He was brought back to reality when the door opened loudly. Turning around, he froze in his tracks when he saw Lexi standing there. He could sense the collective jaws of the class drop (especially his male students), as he took in the view.

Lexi’s blonde hair was done up in cute, tight pigtails that hung down just past her shoulder on either side of her head. Her full lips were highlighted by a bright red lipstick. Her top…if you could call it that…was simply a white tube top, covering her only from just above her nipple line, to a few inches above her pierced belly button. The black spaghetti straps of her push up bra were the only thing covering her bare shoulders, and most of the bra itself was visible under the almost see through tube top. But the piece de resistance was the skirt she had on. It hugged her body tight, showing off every immaculate curve of her hips and ass. It couldn’t have been longer than three inches down her waist, if that. And the blue plaid pattern was clearly inspired by the classic “schoolgirl” look. Her bare legs, shapely and toned as always, were on display even more than usual thanks to the black high heeled sandals she wore, forcing her onto her toes. Taken in all at once, her appearance wouldn’t have been out of place for a porn shoot. Even at a school where students regularly pushed the dress code, this set a new bar.

“I’m sorry I’m late Mr. D” she said, with a coy smile. With effort, Paul peeled his eyes off her body and looked her in the eyes.

“That’s okay Lexi, please take your seat.” His voice was calm and authoritative, not betraying how flustered he actually felt.

He could sense the gaze of everyone in the room as she crossed in front of the class and took her place at the empty desk right in front of the white board where he was currently giving directions. A murmur of whispers followed her as he cleared his throat and tried to move on with the lesson. When Lexi reached her seat, she slowly swung one leg, then the other into her chair, giving him the slightest peak in between her legs, before crossing them and staring up at him. With her legs crossed, the skirt hiked up even more than usual, exposing well more of the outside of her thigh than was appropriate for class. She gave him a slight shrug and bit her lip as he quickly fumbled through the rest of his lecture, hoping his body hadn’t betrayed his arousal too obviously, and set the students about their work.

He went to his desk to log into his computer as the students started on their reading assignment. He turned over his phone, and saw that he had a text from Lexi.

“I’m so sorry about being late Mr. D, but I had to get my outfit just right.”

Feeling his pants get tighter, he quickly scanned the room to make sure everyone was focused, letting his gaze linger on the back of Lexi’s head as he replied.

“It looks like the extra time was worth it. But your outfit certainly does not adhere to the dress code, young lady.”

He hit send, and immediately heard the faint vibration of her phone as it notified her of the text. He watched her slowly pick up her phone as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs. The three dots on his screen told him she was writing back.

“You don’t know the half of it Mr. D…”

He wondered what she meant, as he saw her quickly glance over each shoulder. When her eyes met his, she winked, and then, as subtle as she could, she placed the phone between her legs, spread them for half a second, brought her phone back up to her desk, and smiled. His phone vibrated in his hand.

She had sent a picture: her legs spread wide, her deliciously smooth pussy completely exposed, no thong or panties in sight. He could see from the way that it glistened that she was wet. Paul let out a slight gasp at the sight, which caused a student near his desk to look over at him. “Do you have a question?” Paul asked her as he fumbled to put the phone down out of sight, a sternness in his voice. She shook her head. “Then focus on your reading please,” he told her.

When he was certain no one was looking again, he picked up his phone, letting his eyes feast on the picture, feeling his cock swell, before writing back.

“You are being a very bad girl today Lexi. First you come late to class, then your deliberately flout the dress code. Not wearing any panties to class is a serious offense…maybe you need a talking to after class…”

He saw her pick up her phone as soon as he hit send. She glanced back at him again before typing a reply.

“I’m so sorry Mr. D. I’ve been such a bad student. I think you’re right…you need to punish me for being so bad…”

As he read the text, he felt his pants get instantly tighter. He was about to text her back, when he was startled back to reality by a student standing at his desk, clearing his throat. “Uhhh Mr. D, I was just wondering if we had any homework over the weekend?”

“Uhhh…no! No homework this weekend. You guys have earned it.”

At this announcement, he could feel the mood of the class improve significantly. He decided that he should maintain some sense of professionalism, and walk around to check in on his students. Yet despite himself, his gaze kept shifting to Lexi. Her eyes followed him around the room, as she bit on the end of her pencil. Finally, he saw her raise her hand. He walked over to her, and took a knee next to her desk.

“Did you have a question, Lexi?” He asked in a hushed tone.

She looked around her before answering. “Yes Mr. D. I’m just having a lot of trouble focusing today…”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Well…,” she whispered, leaning in so that only he could hear. He didn’t hide the fact that his eyes were drinking in the curve of her cleavage as she did. “You see,” she continued, “every time I try to focus on my work…I get distracted thinking about your thick…long…cock.”

Paul saw Lexi’s hand move in between her legs, under her skirt. He could tell by the way that her forearm muscles twitched that her fingers were moving.

“I can’t stop thinking about how it felt…how it tasted…how you held my head down and fucked my throat…”

She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Paul quickly glanced around the room. Thankfully, with just a few minutes left in class, his students were all engaged in social conversations of watching videos on their phones. He looked back at Lexi as she went on.

“I can’t stop thinking about you bending me over and just fucking taking me…splitting me open…fuckkkk.”

She let out a soft moan, and Paul coughed at the exact same time to hide the sound. He stood up and casually walked around her, making sure no one was paying attention to them, until he was standing right behind her, his cock throbbing just inches from her head. She started to turn her neck to look at him. That’s when it resurfaced; the dark, primal aspect of his personality that had been awoken earlier that day. He reached out and grabbed a handful of Lexi’s hair, forcing her head forward, and a quiet gasp to escape her lipsHe leaned down and whispered in her ear. “You’re staying after class today. Detention.”

It wasn’t a question, or a request. His voice had an air of command. He let go of her hair just as suddenly, and she whispered a breathless “yes sir.”

As calmly as he could, Paul returned to his desk. He glanced up at the clock above the door. Three minutes left in class. His students started to gather their things. Two minutes. They lined up at the door. One minute. Thirty seconds. His pulse beat in time with the second hand as it slowly crawled its way towards the top of the clock. Fifteen seconds. Ten. Finally, the bell rang.

Paul looked at the throngs of students leaving his classroom. Behind them, every once in a while, he caught a glimpse of Lexi, standing at the board, her rhinos in the straps of her backpack. At last, the final student left, and it was only the two of them left in the room. Without saying a word, his eyes locked on hers, he walked a slow circle to the front of the room towards the door. She mirrored is movements, letting her bag slide off her shoulders onto the floor, and walking towards his desk. He turned away to make sure the door was closed and to flip the lock, before turning around again.

She was bent over his desk, her arms straight as she held herself up, looking back at him. Her skirt was hiked up halfway, showing off her right ass, the slightest hint of her smooth teenage pussy visible as she bent over.

“I’m so sorry for being such a bad student,” she told him, wiggling her ass in the air. It caused her skirt to ride up more. “Please…will you punish me for being so bad? I want to be the perfect student for you Mr. D…”

Her ass sprung free as her skirt rode all the way up around her waist. Without saying a word, Paul slowly started to cross the classroom, loosening his tie as he walked closer to her.

Meanwhile, Stephanie (Mrs. Adler to her students) was troubled. Paul was her confidant at school…the only person who she could be herself with. People joked that they were “work spouses,” and she figured that was true in a sense. They had bonded over venting about their marriages…things weren’t going well for either of them. That’s why what he said at lunch struck her as so odd. If things were better between him and his wife, he would have told her. She decided the best way to handle the situation was to simply go and talk to him about it. She got up from her desk, and started to head for his classroom.

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