Before reading this you may want to read [Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fflokg/teachers_pet/) and/or [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/g5qtwy/teachers_pet_pt_ii/).
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It was the day of the game, and that meant it was one week until the end of the school year.
One week until freedom.
Mr West had relented to temptation twice, and he only had one week until he was free of Ellie.
He wasn’t physically trapped, and freedom would be unnoticeable to anyone else, but she had him in an emotional snare. He couldn’t look at her without a bulge rising in his chinos, and he couldn’t walk past a whispering group without worrying they knew something they shouldn’t.
Every night he thought about the taste of her pussy and hoped he’d get it again the following day. It wasn’t fair to his wife, although she had no idea. She just thought he’d found his second wind, and that’s why the sex was so frequent and so intense.
One week. He smoothed his hair as he walked down the hall, revising his introductory speech for the crowds. When the players were refuelling and the cheerleaders weren’t dancing, Mr West was on the stage filling in what would be silence.
There was a commotion in the storage room at the end of the hall that drew his attention from his internal rehearsal. Mr West diverted from his journey to inspect: it was common for students to try and pull of pranks on game day and he wasn’t about to turn a blind eye.
“Everything okay?” he asked as he pushed the door open.
The room smelled like rubber and sweat, but what could you expect from the big store room for all of the sports gear. At first glance everything seemed fine, besides a loose football rolling across the ground.
“Mr West, is that you?”
The voice was familiar and Mr West felt his stomach drop. The door clicked shut behind him as the scent of her perfume wafted into his nose. Why was she here?
His pants began to bulge. He needed to leave.
“Sir?” she sounded like she was struggling.
“Ellie, are you alright?”
“No! I’m stuck!” There was a metallic clang as equipment bashed together.
Mr West stepped around the back of the shelves and peered between the equipment. There, by the canoes, was Ellie. Her legs at least.
“Ellie, what’re you doing?”
Ellie’s legs wriggled, and her ass copied. She was in cheerleading gear and bent over the canoe racks, so there wasn’t much that the skirt was covering.
“I’m stuck.”
He stepped closer, watching as bare skin flashed between her thighs. It seemed she had a penchant for going commando. “Why?”
“I came to get a whistle and it slipped between the racks. I tried to get it and now I’m stuck. Can you help? I’m going to be late for rehearsals.”
Mr West was close to her now. He watched as her ass continued to wiggle and he thought about how she’d looked on his desk that day. He thought about how close he’d been to caving to desire in the showers until she’d left. Two chances to feel her around his cock, and he’d resisted.
He leaned over her and grabbed one of the bars on the rack. He began to lift, trying to create enough space for her to shuffle free. When it didn’t budge, he changed his angle, lining himself up behind her so that his crotch pressed into her ass. As she wiggled her body she jerked his cock side to side, and Mr West began to find it difficult to concentrate.
He stepped back as Ellie’s legs widened slightly to reveal a flash of pink flesh, and he realised that third chances weren’t to be wasted.
“Sir?” she strained as she tried to squeeze out of the racks.
“Of course I can help,” he mumbled as he dropped to his knees.
Before him was that perfect little asshole and desperate pussy. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them as wide as they’d go, spitting a bullet of thick, white goo onto her hole. Ellie gasped and twitched, but Mr West was mesmerised by the bubbling trail the spit left as it dripped between her legs.
Without another word he buried his face between her legs and began to flick his tongue wildly against her pussy. Last time he’d been so gentle and tried to warm Ellie up, but he was hungry. She’d put the spell on him and now it was time to feel the magic.
Her hips bucked and she gasped as he licked. “Sir!” she sighed. “I have rehearsals.”
Mr West slapped her ass, the sound echoing around the room. It was a warning that anymore talking would be punished, and Ellie seemed to take heed. Her words disappeared into moans as he began to suck on her lips, relishing the taste he’d dreamed about for so long.
Two fingers slipped inside of her and he watched as her hole stretched to accommodate them. The sound of his fingers fucking her wet pussy grew louder, and soon he was slipping a third and a fourth digit in. Ellie groaned as he stretched her hole, her crotch only becoming wetter and hotter. There was no limit to what this girl could do.
Eagerly Mr West stood, slipped off his shoes and unbuckled his trousers. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it hang open as he slapped his cock against her asshole.
“You owe me this, for helping you in my class room,” he reasoned as he pushed his cock against her clit.
“Whatever you want,” she nodded fervently. They both knew this was the climax they’d been building to and Ellie wasn’t going to play it coy any longer. She needed this as much as he did.
That was all the affirmation he needed. He pressed his cock against her hole and let his head fall back as he slid into her.
Ellie Blakemore’s pussy was wrapped around his cock.
Finally.
He slowly rocked his hips as he let his cock explore her. She felt warm and tight, horny and desperate. She made him feel young again. Each time he pressed his balls against her she whimpered, and every time he pulled back so the tip was barely still inside she moaned. Each thrust was like a massage along the shaft of his cock, welcoming into her and begging him not to leave.
The moment soon carried him away and he began to fuck her harder. If his wife thought their sex was intense, she’d stand no chance in Ellie’s place. His hips smacked against her ass as he began to pound her, ensuring she could feel every ounce of frustration trapped within him since that first encounter.
He was fucking her just how she wanted.
It wasn’t long before Mr West, red faced and barely clinging to the edge of orgasm, was grunting like some caveman. Ellie was screaming out for more between each grunt, demanding he fuck harder, faster, deeper. If someone passed by they’d hear them, but he didn’t care. Everything she asked for he did: he was making sure she’d come back for more.
Mr West gripped the boat rack as he felt that undeniable fizz in his cock. Tension built in his shaft, rising with every slap of his balls. He was so close, his tip was bursting with pleasure.
But he didn’t want to stop.
Blinded by his need to mark her as his own, and desperate to make this moment even more filthy, Mr West thrust every inch of himself into her as his cock began to pulse. Wave after wave hit him as he unloaded streams of cum into his student.
“Sir…” she gasped.
Mr West’s knuckles whitened as he squeezed the rack, his hips bucking as he bred Ellie.
Once the orgasm released him he was able to catch his breath, but he didn’t pull out. He let his cock keep Ellie full, shifting just enough to allow his cum to leak onto the floor.
The dizziness of pleasure had just about subsided when Ellie pushed back against him. His cock stiffened inside of her, and only grew harder when she slipped out from between the boat rack and leaned her body against his.
“I knew I could count on you, sir,” she smiled as she lifted her blouse for him to see her bare nipples. “I’ll be in here every night this week, I hope you find me before the football team does.”
*
I hope you enjoyed the conclusion to Mr West’s story, though I’m not sure we’ve seen the last of Ellie yet.
If you have any requests for stories or any unique fantasies please do share with me. I’d love to get some new ideas for what to write. My DMs are always open.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/glq3nf/teachers_pet_pt_iii
So I take it this is not based on a true story?
I came to this.