Teacher's Slutty Pet Ch. 01

"I still can't believe you're living with Professor H," Jody sighed as we were waiting for our lecture to start.

A few months ago, I had been on the verge of becoming homeless and Professor and Mrs Henderson had kindly offered me the use of their loft in exchange for some light housework. It was an arrangement that suited me perfectly. Professor and Mrs H were in their mid-thirties, without children, and lived in a gorgeous mansion. The loft consisted of two rooms and a luxurious bathroom, more space than I had ever had to myself.

I was the envy of all my friends. I didn't have any classes with Professor H, but he was well-known around campus because of his good looks. I must admit, the man was gorgeous. Tall, with dark hair and even darker eyes, he looked more like a model than a professor. I knew he worked out regularly, which explained his perfectly toned physique.

All the girls knew they had no chance with him, as he was happily married to his equally gorgeous wife. She was the love of his life and the two of them acted as if they were newly weds.

Alice leaned towards us. "Is it true what they say?"

I feigned ignorance. "What do they say?"

Jody poked me. "You know. That they have sex parties."

I blushed despite myself. Of course I had heard the rumours, but to my utter disappointment, I hadn't seen any evidence of it myself. It was true that Professor and Mrs H were quite free in how they showed their love for each other. They had told me before I moved in that they were used to having the house to themselves and while they would make a few concessions on my behalf, they couldn't change their whole life for me. I had no problem with that, so every so often I could hear them have sex--most often in the pool or out on the deck when I was studying or trying to sleep. They weren't loud about it, but neither did they hide it. I wasn't prude, and the garden was private enough not to bother any neighbours, but sometimes I wondered if I could ever be so sexually free. I envied them.

One of the rules Professor H had made me agree to was never to talk about anything that happened at their home. He was a very private man and had been hesitant to lend the room to a student, but Mrs H had insisted I should live there. She had no job that I knew of--she was independently wealthy--but she was often found on campus supporting one or other cause. All the students loved her and she seemed to know everyone.

"I wouldn't know anything about sex parties," I told my friends.

Luckily for me, at that moment, the lecture started and I was spared any further questions.

That evening as I walked home, I thought about these alleged sex parties. The rumours were persistent, so I figured there must have been some truth to them. I wondered if the Hendersons held them when I went home to visit my parents. Did they think I wouldn't be discreet? Or did they see me as a child and didn't want to shock me?

I decided it must have been the latter. Professor H knew I didn't talk out of school. I had never told anyone about Mrs H's tendency to suntan naked or the way Professor H casually fingered her during movie nights when he thought I wasn't looking.

The thought bothered me. I wasn't a child anymore, I was nineteen and hadn't been a virgin for a good number of years. Even if they didn't want me to participate in the sex parties, I would have been cool with staying in my room while they hosted them. Although I would have loved to get an invitation. I wasn't a prude--on the contrary. I would have loved to have more sex, but sadly, all my dates recently had been mediocre. A quick few pumps and then they were done. They'd clearly never even heard about a clitoris, let alone tried to find it. It really put me off dating. I was able to get better orgasms with my fingers.

I decided I had been too wholesome at the Hendersons, which was probably why they viewed me as a child. I'd never taken a man home, even though Mrs H had assured me they had no problem with me doing so. I dressed in oversized shirts and baggy trousers and I never, ever talked about sex. Maybe they thought I was not interested in sex, which couldn't have been farther from the truth. I had tried to hard to be worthy of living there, but what if they were looking for a different kind of person? Someone who would happily join in with the fun? I had to somehow show them that I could be that type of person--sexy, fun, outgoing. And it would start with the way I dressed.

That Saturday, I went on a shopping spree. It was exhilarating to buy sexy dresses and skirts, beautiful lingerie and even a bikini that was so small, it wasn't anything more than a few patches of fabric and strings. I even bought a few silk baby dolls that left little to the imagination.

Back at home, I moved all my old clothes to the back of my closet. I had worn those since I was seventeen and it was time I upgraded to a more mature look. No wonder the Hendersons still thought of me as a child. Well, I'd show them.

Mrs H had insisted I join her and Professor H for dinner each night. She was an excellent cook and it saved me trying to make a dinner for one, so I had gratefully accepted. That night, I dressed with care. I showered, shaved and lotioned my body. I put on my new lingerie and a floaty mini-dress that hit the top of my thighs. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but gape. I was transformed into a sexy vixen with legs that seemed to go on for miles and breasts that looked two cup sizes bigger than normal. They were still only D-cup, of course, but the new bra pushed them up and together to create a cleavage I would have been jealous of if I'd seen another woman with it. There was nothing child-like about me now.

I deliberately went down to dinner late. I wanted to make an entrance. I couldn't wait to see the look on their faces as I walked into the room. Slipping on my new high-heeled sandals, I took one last look in the mirror before descending the stairs. As I walked down the hall towards the dining room, my heart pounded in my chest. What if they thought my clothes were too slutty and inappropriate? What if they had chosen me to live with them because I was so chaste and covered up? What if Mrs H thought I was dressed like this because I wanted to make a move on Professor H?

There was nothing for it, though. I had to go through with it as I didn't have time to change again. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door to the dining room and stepped inside.

Professor and Mrs H were seated at the table and looked up as I came in. The professor's jaw dropped and Mrs H gasped audibly. I stood still for a moment, unsure of whether their reaction meant delight or disapproval.

But then Mrs H got up and took my hand. "Zoe, you look wonderful." She turned to her husband. "Doesn't she look ravishing?"

Professor H swallowed and his voice was hoarse when he spoke. "Absolutely stunning." His dark eyes roved over my body, giving me a tingling feeling deep in my belly.

Mrs H pulled me to the table and I sat down, grateful for the cover the table gave me. I had felt positively naked under Professor H's gaze.

Mrs H put her hand on my thigh and gave it a little squeeze. "I am so happy you have decided to come out of your shell. I always knew you had hidden depths. Didn't I say so, honey?"

Professor H cleared his throat. "Yes, you did." He smiled at me, a brilliant smile with a hint of something darker. A shiver went down my spine.

Mrs H served dinner and the talk turned to some university matters. Mrs H sat close to me, her thigh occasionally brushing against mine. Her naked skin was smooth and warm, and the tingling sensation I had when Professor H had looked at me deepened. My panties were getting damp and I shifted slightly in my seat.

Mrs H glanced at me, then put her soft, cool hand on my thigh. "Are you feeling all right? You look a bit hot."

I shook my head. "I'm feeling fine. It's just a warm evening."

Professor H smiled. "You're right, it is warm. Shall we take dessert outside?"

"What a lovely idea." Mrs H got up. "Let me get dessert."

I got up as well. "Let me clear the table."

Professor H helped me and together we brought the dishes to the kitchen.

"Why don't you load the dishwasher now, so we don't have to worry about that anymore?" he suggested.

As this was part of my duties, I rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher. Professor H stayed in the kitchen, his eyes hot on me. At first I was super aware of how short my skirt was and I tried to avoid bending over, but then I figured this was exactly why I had dressed like this: to show the Hendersons I was up for some fun. With the next plate, I bent over, making sure Professor H would get a good view. I heard him exhale sharply and I stayed bent over a little longer than necessary. When I straightened up, I continued washing up as if nothing untoward had happened. I repeated the procedure with the next dishes, spreading my legs slightly so more of my beautiful lingerie would be visible.

Mrs H came into the kitchen just as I was bending over and I fought the impulse to straighten up. She joined her husband and when I stood back up, she smiled like the cat who got the cream. Professor H put his arm around her and kissed her and they stayed like that until I had finished loading the dishwasher.

I was feeling hot and daring when I followed them outside. My face felt like it had been in the sun too long and my legs were slightly shaky. I had never felt this sexy and wanton in my life and I hadn't really even done anything. But the way Professor and Mrs H had stared at me made me feel weak in the knees. They had looked hungry. I was sure I was making progress. To what end, though, I didn't know. I wasn't even sure if these mythical sex parties were real.

Dessert was disappointingly boring. I wasn't sure what I had expected, though. It wasn't as if they would suddenly proposition me. I felt a little deflated as I cleaned up the rest of the dishes and retreated to my room.

I undressed, the dress and lingerie suddenly feeling silly. It was warm in the loft, so I stayed naked and sat down on the window seat of my study. The night breeze was warm and it felt good having to caress my naked skin. My window overlooked the patio, where Professor and Mrs H still sat.

I opened the window a bit more and caught shards of their conversation. I perked up when I heard my name and I cautiously leaned out of the window to catch what they were saying.

"Zoe looked sexy tonight, didn't she?" Mrs H was saying.

Professor H's baritone voice murmured something I didn't catch.

Mrs H laughed. "You're always thinking with your dick, Jack. But yes, she is gorgeous. So glad she finally showed us her body."

"Not nearly enough of it, though."

My breath hitched at the lust in Professor H's voice.

Mrs H's voice sounded lower now. "Hmmm....just like that... Wouldn't it be fun if she was up for it though?"

I leaned out a little further and saw Mrs H lying back on one of the loungers, her legs spread wide. Professor H was sitting next to her, his hand between her legs, two fingers inside her. The realisation that they were talking about me while he was fingering her set my pussy on fire. I slipped my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit. My folds were slick from my juices and my fingers felt heavenly.

I was desperate to hear more, so I clamped my hand over my mouth to prevent me from moaning as I pushed two fingers inside me.

"We can't ask her," Professor H say. "It won't be appropriate."

Mrs H gave a small moan. "Did you not see how wet she was? Her panties were soaked. She's not as innocent as you think."

Oh fuck, my play had paid off. They were discussing whether I was up for sex!

My fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. Below me, I heard Mrs H moans become deeper and I risked another peek. Professor H was knelt between her legs and was ramming his cock deep inside her. My eyes widened as he pulled all the way out. He was huge! How did Mrs H take him all the way?

My own fingers worked my pussy furiously. My body felt on fire as I used my other hand to pull back the hood from my clit and rubbed the exposed bud hard. My breath was coming in gasps, but I didn't take my eyes off Professor and Mrs H below me. He fucked her hard, pushing her head against the top of the lounger.

"Keep talking like that," he ordered. "I would love to fuck that tight little cunny."

"I'd love to watch you. I could warm her up for you, lick her little pussy until it's dripping wet."

I stifled a moan. It was so hot to hear them talk about me like that. I wished I could see her up close, see his cock disappear into her beautiful pussy. I was convinced everything about her was beautiful, but the thought of being able to see her pussy up close made me weak-kneed. I pressed my head against the window frame as I tried to hold off my impending climax.

"I'd want you to pump her full of cum so I can lick her clean. Wouldn't you love to see me clean her gorgeous pussy, licking every drop of cum out of her?"

I imagined Professor H kneeling between my legs, his cock pumping my tight little pussy and filling it with his cum, and at that moment, my climax overtook me and I fell shuddering back against the wall. My pussy convulsed around my fingers and I listened how Professor and Mrs H came together, moaning and grunting loud enough for me to hear without effort.

I got up on shaking feet and made my way to the bedroom. I felt overly hot, as if I had come down with a fever. Professor and Mrs H knew the patio was just below my room and they had not lowered their voices. Had they wanted me to overhear them? What did that mean? Did they mean to put the ball in my court? If so, I had no idea what steps I should take now.

I felt confused and unsettled as I fell into an uneasy sleep.

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The next day, I dressed in short shorts and a cropped T-shirt. I decided to not wear a bra with it. Summer vacation was almost here and I barely had any lectures left. Most of my work was assignments and essays, which meant I could spend a lot of time at home. I could technically go to the library to study, but I didn't want to leave. Especially after what had happened the night before, I wanted to see where things were going.

Mrs H was alone when I entered the kitchen. She greeted me with a smile, but gave no indication of anything out of the ordinary happening last night. I started to wonder if they hadn't intended for me to hear their lovemaking.

I grabbed coffee and a scone and took them up to my study. I tried hard to focus on my assignments, but around two o'clock I was tired and irritated. I couldn't stop thinking about last night and what would happen next. Would they wait for me to make the next move? And if so, what move was I supposed to make? I felt completely out of my depth.

Needing to cool down, I put on my bikini and went downstairs. The house was empty, and I assumed Mrs H had gone out. I stepped out onto the patio and dropped my towel onto a lounger. Then I dove into the pool.

The cool water was heavenly and I felt immediately better. I swam a few laps, then wallowed in the shallow end before getting out.

Mrs H's voice startled me. "Refreshing, isn't it?"

I turned and there she was, completely naked. That wasn't unusual, as she liked to tan in the nude. But usually she stayed on her lounger and covered herself up when she got up. Not this time. She stood at the edge of the pool watching me intently. I tried not to gape, but I couldn't help but stare at her. Her skin was an unnatural, but beautiful, golden hue. She had shaved--or waxed--every single hair, leaving her skin smooth. Even her pussy was as bald as can be. I felt myself get hot as I caught a glimpse of her inner pussy lips. Suddenly the air felt charged between us, even though Mrs H didn't act any different than normal. It was me who had changed. I had awoken something inside me that couldn't be put back again. When I had climaxed last night with the thought of both Professor and Mrs H using me for their pleasure, I had changed the way I felt about them.

And I had to believe Mrs H felt this shift as well. Otherwise, why would she stand here in front of me, naked?

She took my hand and smiled. "Come sit with me, baby."

We sat next to each other on the lounger, her thigh pressed up against mine. My heart pounded as she kept my hand in hers.

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

I swallowed. "Of course."

"Are you sexually active?"

I gaped at her. That was the last thing I had expected her to ask. Why would she think I wasn't? "What?"

She smiled reassuringly. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, darling. You've been studying awfully hard."

"No, that's not it!" I felt the ridiculous need to defend myself. "I am totally sexually active. Did you think I was still a virgin?"

She shot me a look of pity. "You can be honest with me, Zoe. I don't judge."

I wanted to protest again, but I caught myself. She was being kind, so there was no need to be offended. And I didn't want to be mean to her. I was sure she meant well.

"I am not a virgin anymore, but no, I haven't been having a lot of sex lately."

She winced. "Is that because you feel you can't take men home? We are totally fine with you bringing men home. You're an adult, you can do whatever you want. All right?"

I stared at my folded hands. Suddenly I felt the urge to confess everything. I couldn't talk to my mother about sex and my friends wouldn't understand.

As if she could feel my dilemma, she nudged me with her shoulder. "You can talk to me; you know that, right? Maybe I can help?"

I sighed. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't ever seem to climax, so I've kind of given up having sex. It just doesn't feel as good as I think it should."

Mrs H's voice was full of sympathy. "Oh honey. That's not your fault. Those men clearly don't know how to pleasure a woman. Do you have an orgasm when you masturbate?"

I nodded, not meeting her eye.

"Well, there you go. The problem is with those men."

"But my friends had sex with some of them, and they were able to come. So why not me?"

She was quiet for a while and when I looked up, I saw she seriously considered the question. Tapping her finger against her lip, she frowned. "Every woman is different, so maybe they just need some education as to what makes you tick." She tapped me on the knee. "What makes Zoe come?"

"I don't know." I had never really thought about it. I knew how to make myself climax, but I didn't know if I could explain it to another person.

Mrs H got up. "Well, let's find out, shall we?"

My panic must have been clear on my face, because Mrs H laughed. "Come on, it's just us girls. I won't touch you, I promise."

That was not something I was afraid of, but I didn't correct her. "What shall I do then?"

"Why don't you take of your bikini and lie back? Just relax and play with yourself."

My belly tightened and I felt an ache between my legs. I had never masturbated in front of anyone else before, but the thought of Mrs H watching me play with myself was so hot, I thought I'd burst into flames right there.

I took off my bikini top and then peeled the bottoms down my legs. I had shaved the night before, so my pussy was smooth apart from a small landing strip on my mound. My body ached with need, but I still hesitated.

"Go on, lie down," Mrs H said. "I'll just sit over here."

She pulled a chair up to the end of the lounger.

There was nothing for it than to lie down. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart.

"Now open your legs." Her voice was smooth like honey, full of warmth and a hint of lust. "Let me see what you're doing."

I let my knees fall to either side of me. I was now completely opened to her.