Teacher's Pet Ch. 02

Story Info
Student and Teacher.
1.6k words
3.98
25.2k
5

Part 2 of the 3 part series

Updated 10/24/2022
Created 07/20/2013
Share this Story

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

Music pounded into my ears as I walked across campus to my drawing class. My messenger bag slung across my chest dug into my shoulder with its heavy weight, reminding me of the project due at the end of the week. My knee length skirt swirled around me as I turned with the music, dancing with no one, just the music in my ears.

When I came back to facing forward, He was standing directly in front of me. I pulled the ear buds down and froze. My sunglasses hiding my surprise from him, his narrow black glasses hiding nothing. "Ms. Eaves, most people watch where they're going when walking in public."

I pulled my glasses off and stepped back, "Sorry Sir, I'll be more careful."

He nodded, "Be sure that you do." As he paused next to me, and in a lower voice continued, "Your skirt might be the appropriate length Ms. Eaves, but considering how it flows, you might be more careful or else the wrong person would see your turquoise choice of the day."

I fiddled with my sunglasses at the inflection of his voice, "the wrong person Sir?"

He handed me a note summoning him to his office later, "anyone other than me Ms. Eaves."

I returned my sunglasses to their spot on my face and resumed my walk to class. The day went so slowly it seemed the clock worked its magic to drive me crazy. I couldn't concentrate on my lessons, history gave me no joy, no relief from my misery. The last time I had been his office I had finally gotten to taste him, to feel him, but before I came he stopped and told me "not today". I scoffed and rolled my eyes as I leaned over my desk, my chin in the palm of my hand.

"Ms. Eaves, is there something you don't agree with in the lesson this afternoon?" Mrs. Witner called up the ten rows of the auditorium.

"No ma'am, I'm sorry." I responded, sitting up straighter and focusing on the diagram on the board. Mrs. Witner turned back to the rest of class and resumed her lecture early Japanese theater. When class ended I gathered my books and slung my bag over my shoulder, dashing for the door and my appointment.

By the time I reached his door, my breath was tight, my chest heaving against the strain of running cross campus. Forcing myself to take deep breathes I got myself under control and knocked on his door.

"Come in," I heard through the wood. Walking in I found him sitting on his couch reading through a packet of papers. "Close the door Ms. Eaves." He waiting till it clicked closed, "lock it too please."

I turned to look at the knob and locked the door. I blushed when I realized that the door hadn't been locked the last time, anyone could have walked in and seen us. When I turned back I held out the note, "You wanted to see me Sir?"

He set the packet on the side table next to a lamp, he opened his knees and nodded at the chair next to where I stood, "put your bag there and come here."

While I set down my book bag and walked across his office, he opened his slacks. When I stood between his knees he pulled down and shoved my mouth on his cock so quick for a moment my head spun. I grabbed his thigh with one hand and fisted the base of his cock with the other. Lost in the taste of him, the feel of his hand in my hair as he leaned back enjoying my work. With the hand that been on his thigh, I reached down under my skirt and up to my center.

His hand tightened in my hair pulling my head back off of his cock and then moved me up onto the couch. On my back, my head on the far side of the couch from him, I looked down my body to him. He twisted in his seat to push open my knees, pulling one leg up so my foot rested up on the back of the couch, completely exposing my underwear to him.

He sat there, just looking at me, running a hand lazily up and down my thigh; each time getting closer and closer before going back to my knee. When he came close to my center again, I arched up slightly, moving closer, hoping to feel his fingers brush me where I knew I was wet and ready for him.

"Show me," he said. I reached down and with one pulled the underwear to the side and used the other to open myself up for his inspection. He grazed the liquid with the back of his fingers, "Good girl" he whispered as he pressed two fingers deep inside till his fist was at the opening. Pulling them back out he slide the fingertips up across my hips leaving a trail of cold on my skin. He stood and went to his desk, after a moment of looking in a drawer he came back with a pair of scissors. I shivered when I felt the cold metal slide up my thigh till he reached my turquoise; I gasped when I both heard and felt him cut the fabric. Pulling the scraps from my body he stood back and leaned against the corner of his desk.

I blushed and turned my face to the back of the couch. His deep voice was soft enough to not be heard outside his office, but hard enough to be a caress across me, "show me again."

I turned my body slightly on the couch to make sure he could see between my legs and opened myself for his gaze. When he said nothing else, I turned back to look at him. He simply held my gaze for a moment and reaching down I brushed my clit. Licking my lip and I circled it the little nubbin of flesh, teasing myself.

If it weren't for how his cock slowly became hard again, I would have thought he didn't care about what I was doing, but I watched out how it lengthened and reached out. I rubbed quicker and swept down around my opening.

"Inside" he whispered, and I slipped my fingers inside, hooking them slightly to brush my g-spot. I gasped, closing my eyes and spreading my legs wider. Moving slowly at first, in and out, I slowly started working myself up. 'Faster'; 'Harder'; 'Deeper' I heard, and faster, harder and deeper I followed. He made me slow down and focus on my clit, then return to my entrance.

"Sit up," came his command, and as I sat up on the edge of the couch he stepped forward, grabbed the bottom edge of my shirt and pulled up exposing my black bra. "Remove it."

Reaching behind I undid the hooks and set it aside on the floor. "Show me again."

Laying back down I arched my back and enjoyed the feel of the cool air on my breasts and nipples. I swung my right leg back up on to the couch and quickly returned to showing him what I could do for myself; what I did every night while thinking of him.

"Show your breasts some attention," he whispered across the short space. I moved hands up over my bunched up skirt and skin to my chest. Cupping my large breasts in each hand, squeezing and then gently tugging on each nipple; kneading the flesh and gasping at how pleasuring myself for him was effecting me.

I could feel how wet I was below, how much I yearned for his touch. I wanted him inside of me, "please Sir" I whispered.

He watched me squirm for a moment, "Please what?" he asked in response.

"Please Sir, touch me."

"Show me," was all he said.

"Sir!" I whimpered as I touched myself with hand while keeping the other on my breast. I was so wet I could feel juices sliding down my slit to the couch below my ass. I slipped two of my fingers inside and worked them in and out, closing my eyes and turning my face to the couch as my breath quickened and I was becoming dizzy with need.

"Show me" was all I heard. I worked myself harder, quicker, faster, then slowing, then quicker. Alternating until finally my back arched and I had to move my hand from my breast to my mouth to quiet my scream. I felt him come close and then as I came, my tight muscles forcing my fingers from my body, I felt cold slick liquid pour on to my breasts.

Before I had a chance to fully recover he was pulling me before him, forcing me to my knees and commanding me to lick him clean. The taste of his cum on his cock made me whimper for him but I cleaned him up.

He pulled me up and I smoothed me skirt down over hips and thighs as he reached for a few tissues from the box on his desk. Taking them I wiped up the mess on my skin but when I reached for my bra he stopped me, "only your shirt."

I went a little wide eyed at the thought of finishing my day on campus and then the bus ride home without my bra; large chested as I was, that would be rather awkward, but I complied. I put the bra in my bag and pulled my shirt back over my head and straightened it down.

He brushed my hair back behind my ear and rubbed the flat of his thumb across my cheek, "please remember to be more aware of your surroundings Ms. Eaves" his whispered breath caressed me.

"Yes Sir," my response just as gentle.

"See you in class tomorrow Ms. Eaves." He let me go and stepped around to sit at his desk, "and remember what I said about your attire."

Please rate this story
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
2 Comments
pheobecharmedpheobecharmedover 10 years ago

Although short very hot story i definitely Want more Please

AnonymousAnonymousover 10 years ago
wow

this made me so wet I want this to happen to me xx

Share this Story

READ MORE OF THIS SERIES

Similar Stories

Playing Rough Elle is late and is punished by Master.in BDSM
After Class Punishment Alyce is being punished after class.in BDSM
Tara's Breeding Three men decide to have their way with fertile Tara.in NonConsent/Reluctance
Lisa and Professor Hancock Coed goes too far in teasing her English Prof.in BDSM
Samantha Comes To Office Hours Professor spanks and fucks unruly student.in BDSM
More Stories