Teacher’s Pet [MF] [First Person]

I saw him kissing Julie underneath the bleachers. She was wearing her dance team warm-up gear, his hand slowly unzipping her tight velvet top. My heart dropped, my cheeks flushed red, my teeth clenched; I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if I was angry or sad. I walked up to my cheating dickhead boyfriend and yelled “what the fuck!”. He shot up to his feet and started stammering an apology but before he could form a coherent sentence, I slapped him across the face. Unfortunately, my teacher, Mr. C, saw me do it.

“What has gotten into you?!” He asked, upset yet concerned. I pouted, not in the mood for conversation. “There is no place for violence in this school. You come to my office after class today for detention.”

I was nervous, my thoughts started racing. Detention?! I’m a straight A student, we don’t get detention! Is this going on my permanent record?

I had been to Mr. C’s office many times, usually seeking extra credit or trying to impress him with my knowledge. He was passionate about literature, like myself, and I wanted to learn as much as I could from him. I enjoyed our lengthy conversations after school, sharing our thoughts about the books we read in class. But I had never been to detention before. I didn’t know what to expect.

I walked into Mr. C’s office and breathed in the familiar scent of his wooden desk and the faint hint of his cologne. Rebecca was the only other person in detention, and I saw her sneakily texting under her desk while Mr. C buried his face in a thick book. He glanced at me, motioned to the desk in front of him, told me “Sit”, and returned to reading.

I laid my head onto my arms, bored as hell. My foot tapped anxiously against the desk. After about half an hour, a counselor walked into the office. “Rebecca, we need you to come next door and take the test you missed yesterday,” she said. Rebecca looked relieved to be skipping detention, she quickly packed up her things and left.

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Mr. C peered over the edge of his book and asked me, “Can you come over here?”

I walked up to his desk, my heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor.

“Are you wearing heels?” he asked. He examined my shoes, noticing the tall, slender heels on my boots. We were only allowed to wear flat shoes to school.

“You know you are in violation of the dress code, right? You know I could give you detention for that too?”

It was true. I couldn’t stand the school uniform, where every girl is forced to dress exactly the same. I pushed the dress code in little ways, often going unnoticed. Breaking the rules excited me, especially since everyone saw me as a good girl.

He leaned in, his face close to mine, his lips hovering just inches away from my own.

“Blue eyeliner? Only natural makeup is allowed” he told me.

I always thought his eyes were brown, but with my face this close to his I saw flecks of gold sparkling in them. I made a bold decision to place my hands around his face, feeling his soft beard against my fingertips. He followed my lead and began kissing me, slowly at first, and then passionately, biting my lower lip. His fingers trailed up my thighs as he kissed my neck. He paused to look at me, his eyes tracing my curves up and down, as if he was deciding where to touch next. I noticed that my berry lip gloss had tinted his plush lips.

“And what do we have here?” He lifted the edge of my green plaid skirt, exposing the lace trim of my white thigh-high stockings. “You know you’re supposed to wear tights.” He continued to pull up my skirt to look at my satin thong, my bare ass in full view. He put his hands on my ass and pulled me closer.

“Mr. C, your hands… feel so good… on my body,” I whispered, pausing to kiss his neck between words.

“Call me John”

“Why don’t I call you Daddy?”

“Why don’t you put this in your mouth, then you can’t call me anything,” he said slyly, unleashing a pulsing boner from his boxers.

I got onto my knees, took it into my hands and wrapped my freshly manicured fingers around his shaft, stroking it gently. I kissed the tip, and then started using my tongue, licking down his long cock until I reached his balls. I wrapped my lips around his cock and tried to put the whole thing in my mouth, but it was too big to fit. I unbuttoned my shirt so he could play with my breasts. He pulled his sweater off over his head, exposing sexy tattoos I didn’t know he had. He took the hair tie out of his ponytail, his thick, dark curls cascading onto his shoulders.

His dick was so hard, and I was turned on. I couldn’t wait to fuck him. I leaned over and stretched my arms onto the smooth surface of the desk, widening my legs so he could easily slide inside me. My pussy was so wet with arousal, he was able to push his dick all the way in, so deep I could feel the pressure in my stomach. He pounded my pussy from behind me, wrapping his strong hands around my neck. He pulled hard on my pigtails until the green ribbons unraveled and fell onto the floor.

I turned to face him, admiring the definition of his abs, stroking the hair across his chest. He effortlessly picked me up by my thighs, holding me up against him before laying me down onto his desk, loose papers scattering across the floor. He was slender yet strong, his biceps flexing around my neck as he pushed his body on top of mine. He thrusted into me, faster, and faster. I gripped onto the edge of the desk, unable to hold back my moans. We both started to breathe heavier, and I could tell he was close to finishing. He rammed into me even harder and faster as he started to moan too, bringing me to climax, my back arching, eyes closing. I felt his dick pulsing and the wetness of his cum filling up inside me. I stood up from the desk and the warm cum dripped onto my legs, soaking my stockings.

I looked into his eyes, not sure what to say. I started to worry how this was going to affect our relationship, him as my teacher. But I envisioned the sexual tension, it would be our little secret. I imagined him standing at the front of the class lecturing, watching his boner grow, and knowing it was for me. Waiting until the end of the day when I would meet him in his office…

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