Teacher's Pet

by Jenna Rose

  She was all I needed. Now and forever.

  “Fuck this,” I groaned, getting up from my desk. No one was coming, and there were only seven minutes left until office hours were over. But as I was grabbing my bag, someone stepped into the room.

  “Cutting out early?” Dean Warmer asked. “Should I add ‘not being available for scheduled office hours’ to your charges at the hearing?”

  “What do you want, Chuck?” I growled, fighting the urge to break his face.

  “Looking excited there, Caleb,” he said, nodding to my bulge.

  “Oh, you know how I get when I see you, Chuck,” I sneered.

  “More like when you see that little slut you convinced to take her clothes off for you.”

  My fists balled at my sides. “Watch it, Chuck!”

  “Go ahead, tough guy!” he snarled. “Hit me! Do it. Go ahead and fucking do it.”

  He actually wanted me to, the son of a bitch. He knew that if I assaulted him here, I’d be out on my ass by the end of the day and I’d probably in jail. But still, it was tempting.

  “How do you convince them to do it, Caleb? Tell me. What’s the move you use?”

  “Why don’t you ask your wife, Chuck?” I growled. It was a low blow, but he deserved it. If he was going to get down in the mud and play dirty, I would too.

  “You know, Caleb…you have no idea what’s coming for you, do you?”

  “Whatever that girl has to say, Chuck, it’s all lies and you know it. We never had any time one-on-one and there’s no way she or you can prove otherwise!”

  “You know, that might be true, Professor,” he sneered as he sat his big fat ass right on top of my desk. “But there’s another, crucial piece of information that you’re forgetting about.”

  “Yeah? What’s that?”

  “Well, not forgetting about,” he corrected himself. “More like…you don’t know about yet.”

  “Uh huh,” I replied. “And that is?”

  “Lizbeth’s testimony.”

  My whole world shifted. I felt like I was tumbling through space, away from Earth, away from everything I’d ever known.

  “No…” I whispered.

  “Yes,” Dean Warmer grunted. “That’s right, Caleb. You did her dirty and all it took was one little chat with me, and Christy, to convince her to talk. Easy really!”

  The look on Dean Warmer’s face was one of pure evil and spite. The bastard’s wife had tried to fuck me, I’d turned her down, but he was still pissed at me. And not at her, of course. The guy was a total cuck. He’d stay with her forever and go after every guy she stepped out on him with. And now he’d even gone after Lizbeth to get to me. God knows what lies he told her to get her to side with him.

  “You son of a bitch!” I bellowed, stepping towards him. I was that close to slamming my fist into his teeth and spilling them all over the office.

  “You’re fucked, Caleb,” he grinned. “And there’s nothing that smile of yours can do to get you out of it.”

  Dean Warmer stepped out of my office, leaving me feeling crushed, like everything I’d known had just been turned on its head. First Christy and her baseless accusations and now Lizbeth? It just didn’t make sense. I wanted to call her, but realized we hadn’t even exchanged phone numbers. I didn’t even know what dorm she lived in. I literally had no way of reaching her.

  “Fuck!” I growled as I slammed my fist against my desktop. Just minutes ago, I’d known that if I somehow lost my case and job, I’d be all right because I had Lizbeth. But now…now I had apparently lost her too? Somehow the dean had gotten to her and told her enough lies that she’d forgotten the most important thing of all: that we loved each other.

  My world came crashing down around me.

  “This hearing will come to order,” Dean Warmer announced, the same shit-eating grin on his face, as we all sat down at the long table where my hearing had been convened. “The charges are allegations of sexual misconduct against Professor Caleb Grey by one Christy Jenkins and Lizbeth Brady.”

  Neither of the girls were there, of course, as the kangaroo court of faculty had determined I would be too “intimidating” to them and they should be kept in the next room when it came time for their testimony.

  I glanced around the room at the familiar faces: Professor Mack and Professor Schrader from the English department, Professor Collins from Philosophy and Professor Gregs from the Physics department. None of them were looking at me.

  They’ve already made up their minds, I realized. I’m fucked.

  “So let’s get this going, shall we—” he bellowed. But just before he could finish, the side door to the room burst open and Christy and Lizbeth came rushing in.

  “What is this?” Dean Warmer growled.

  “We have new evidence to present to the court!” Lizbeth shouted.

  “Miss Brady,” Professor Mack said with a disapproving glare. “It is not your time to speak. We will call for you—”

  “But we have evidence—”

  “Which you will present at the time you are called to testify against Professor Grey.”

  “We are not testifying against Professor Grey,” Lizbeth said, turning her big, beautiful eyes to me. “We are testifying on his behalf.”

  My heart leapt. Her face was beautiful, caring and filled with love. How could I ever have been so stupid as to have doubted her?

  “What is all this?” Dean Warmer growled. “Miss Brady, you will kindly leave the room—”

  But then it happened. Lizbeth, my beautiful little angel, pulled out her cell phone, pressed something, and a recording began to play. I recognized Christy’s voice immediately.

  “He made me say these things about Professor Grey. But I never even met him. We never even interacted. I don’t even think I asked a single question in class!”

  “What is this?” Professor Collins asked.

  “This is inadmissible!” Dean Warmer cried out, slamming a gavel against the desk. “Shut that off, Miss Brady!”

  I leapt to my feet as the recording continued to play, Christy spilling her guts with every detail of Dean Warmer’s scheme to destroy me. By the time it was all over, the faculty were just staring at each other with wide eyes.

  Lizbeth looked over at me, and although she couldn’t say it—not here in front of everybody—I knew what she was saying behind those eyes.

  I love you…

  I stared back.

  How could I ever have doubted you, princess?

  “Dean Warmer, if you will please excuse yourself,” Professor Mack said. “We have a matter to discuss.”

  “What?” he roared. “As a member of the faculty disciplinary committee, I am required to be present at all meetings!”

  “I’m afraid you have a conflict of interest, Chuck.”

  “Conflict of interest, my ass!” he roared, his face red like a ripe tomato baking in the sun.

  “The agenda of this meeting has changed,” Professor Mack explained. “The new matter at hand is whether or not to dismiss Dean Warmer.”

  “Excuse me,” I gloated, smiling down at the dreadful son of a bitch who’d almost ruined my life. “I’ll leave you guys to it.”

  I stepped out of the room feeling light as a feather. Dean Warmer, that son of a bitch, had tried to set me up over that shit with his wife and somehow Lizbeth, my beautiful Lizbeth, had found him out.

  “I’m so sorry, Professor Grey,” Christy said. I turned around to see them exit the room and smiled as Lizbeth threw herself into my arms.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  “I love you too,” I whispered back. “And it’s okay, Christy. It’s not your fault he’s such a colossal prick.”

  Christy walked off, leaving us alone in the hall while the committee voted on whether or not to keep Dean Warmer. I could pretty much bet on the outcome.

  Lizbeth and I kissed like old lovers, not ones who had met only three days ago and been absolutely smitten by each other. After what could have been
an hour, Lizbeth broke our embrace and looked deep into my eyes. A roaring, powerful heat swept through me, my pure desire and love for her touching every nerve of my body.

  “Why don’t we get out of here, teach’?” she whispered.

  “Yeah? Where should we go?” I teased.

  “I dunno,” she shrugged. “Don’t you have a house across campus?”

  “I sure do. And if I remember, you have a few more lessons you have to finish.”

  Lizbeth smiled and dragged her plump lips across my neck. “Yes, I do. And I’m going to finish them, professor. I’m going to be the teacher’s pet.”

  Epilogue

  Lizbeth

  I cried out as the paddle smacked against my ass in the exact same spot as last time. I glanced back over my shoulder at my husband, wearing the most gorgeous suit in the world, a thick bulge in his pants expressing his desire, and the disciplinary paddle in his hand that he used on me when I was a bad girl.

  “This is the second time you’ve been late this week,” he scolded me as he ran his fingers up my thighs, tickling me, causing my entire body to quiver. I could feel my pussy juices running down my legs as he stood behind me. “And don’t think just because you are friendly with your teacher that you get special privileges.”

  “I don’t think that—” I started to say, but was silenced by another paddle. My nipples went hard against Caleb’s desk that I was bent over in his office. He’d taken me here after the lecture, this time calling me out in front of the entire class. He was getting bolder, risking more for the thrill of hiding our relationship in plain sight.

  “How do you respond to your teacher?” he demanded gruffly.

  “Yes, professor…”

  “That’s right,” he replied, running a gentle hand over the red mark on my ass. His touch sent shivers of anticipation through my body, lighting me up like electricity. “Now—you were late again today, weren’t you?”

  “Yes, professor,” I replied obediently, closing my eyes as he caressed my lower back. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

  “Yes, it will. I know it will. And do you know how I know that?”

  “No, professor.”

  “Because,” he whispered, leaning close, so close I could feel his bulge pressed against me. “You’re a naughty girl.”

  I smiled as he paddled me again and felt more of my sticky juices spill out of me and run down my inner thighs. My body was aching for him, and I was so turned on that I was right on the verge of shattering our role-play fantasy and crying out for him to take me. But I held strong.

  Soon…I thought.

  I heard Caleb unbuckle his belt and felt the cold metal press against my hip as he undid his fly. I gasped as he pulled his dick out and simply set it on my ass so I could feel its weight. I still hadn’t gotten used to just how fucking enormous he was, and he loved seeing my reaction every time.

  He loved to tease…

  “Aren’t you?” he asked, running the paddle up the back of my thighs.

  “Yes…” I whispered.

  “I can’t hear you,” he growled, giving me a light slap.

  “Yes!” I cried out. “I’m a naughty girl.”

  “Mmmm.” His low growl was like music to my ears. He slid his hips back and forth, caressing my lower back and butt with his cock. I moaned, dying for him to penetrate me, to fill me up like only he could do. “And you know what happens to naughty girls?”

  Caleb repositioned himself. The thick crown of his swollen cock found my juicy slit and gently began to spread it open. My breath caught in my chest and I dared to glance over my shoulder at him, my suited professor, my husband, with his enormous manhood sticking out of his pants.

  He smiled, set the paddle aside and gripped my bare naked hips. “They get punished.”

  My pussy ached as it stretched around his enormous girth as he slid all nine inches inside of me without hesitation. I shook, as did his desk beneath me, as he bottomed out inside my tight little pussy and began to fuck me.

  Holy shit!

  Caleb was so hung that every time was like my first time all over again. It was thrilling. I couldn’t wait until the end of every day for him to take me, and this was my husband.

  Fucking fantastic.

  The committee had voted to remove Dean Warmer from his position immediately and had actually offered Caleb his job. He’d turned it down, of course, as he loved teaching and didn’t want to turn into a “stuffy old suit,” as he said. On top of his firing, Christy filed a criminal suit against Dean Warmer for blackmail and we were debating filing one as well.

  It was despicable, using those kind of tactics against someone because of a personal vendetta. Caleb wasn’t even the one at fault, it was Dean Warmer’s wife, who’d immediately divorced him when everything went down. The bastard’s life had completely collapsed on him—as it should have. He deserved everything he got and more.

  We’d gotten married immediately. The semester wasn’t even over yet. Our families had both been shocked to hear it, of course, and my parents had even tried to talk me into “waiting to see,” but Caleb had put a ring on it and who was I to say no to the man of my dreams?

  The school year was going well, and although it wasn’t appropriate for Caleb and me to be living together yet, as I was still his student, I ended up sneaking into his house almost every night of the week. Julie’s head practically exploded when I told her what happened. We had plans to meet up when we were both back home so I could “tell her allll about it.” I couldn’t wait to start bragging about him to her.

  But the most important thing of all was that we were completely and utterly in love. Love at first sight, instant love, meant for each other, whatever you want to call it—we had it. The older man thing, the teacher-student thing, it was all just icing on our already perfect cake. A sweet cake with all that batter…

  Batter…I thought as Caleb thrust into me. I gripped his desk and hung on for dear life as he started fucking me. He was really fired up today, which got me going even more than I already was. The way my pussy stretched around his girth was pure bliss. It was that hint of pain that I couldn’t get enough of, that reaffirmed to me just how much of a fucking man he was.

  He owned me, and the ring on my finger proved it. I was his.

  “Let me feel you, baby,” I whispered. He knew what I wanted, and I heard him strip out of his coat and shirt quickly and press his hard, muscled body against my back. I felt each of his abs ripple as his hips bucked back and forth as he pounded me, and pushed back against him so I could feel his balls, filled with that sweet load he was going to give me, slap against my clit with each thrust.

  I moaned, feeling his strong hands on my hips, his body against mine, his cock in my tight little hole as he punished me. I smiled as I thought about the looks the other girls in class had given me when he called my name out and told me to stay after. They were jealous, wondering why the sexiest professor on campus wanted to meet with me personally and not just have me talk to the TA.

  Let them wonder, I thought as Caleb’s balls spanked my clit. They could never imagine this…

  I strained, my body tense as I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching like a train barreling down the tracks. He snatched my hair with one of his hands and pulled my head back, causing my back to arch as far as it could do. Then he grabbed my breast and squeezed hard.

  “I feel that pussy getting tighter, princess,” he whispered. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  “You’re so fucking warm and wet. My balls are drenched with your juices.”

  “Only for you…” I whispered as that tiny glimmer of bliss inside me swelled and grew. His dirty talk raged through me, heightening the sensations already gripping me.

  “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” he asked. “You naughty little girl. You’re going to come for teacher?”

  “Y-yes!”

  “Coax my cum out of me. Let me feel that tight l
ittle cunt clamp down on my hard cock.”

  “Yes!” I shouted, a bit too loudly. Caleb clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling my screams of ecstasy as my pussy came, spilling more of my juices down my thighs and all over my gorgeous husband.

  “That’s right, naughty girl,” he growled as his cock twitched. “Come for me.”

  I tried to cry out, “I’m coming,” but could only moan against his strong hand keeping me quiet so we wouldn’t get caught.

  My orgasm rocked me like a wrecking ball shattering a building that was barely left standing. I shook and almost fell over, but Caleb snatched my hips and held me strong and used his body to pin me against his desk. I flailed wildly as the waves of pleasure shook me, knocking pencils and papers to the floor, hanging on for dear life as I came like never before.

  And then, he exploded inside me.

  “Take my cum!” he growled as his cock burst, flooding my walls with his hot, sticky batter. I slumped forward, fucked stupid as we came together, my eyes rolled back in my head, my hair a sweaty mess across my face, breathing into the rough skin of his strong hand as he sprayed his thick load deep into my tight little cunt.

  So fucking hot…

  “Yes,” he groaned as his dick flexed and shot another rope into me. “Fucking take it!”

  I felt his balls pulse, his legs tense up against mine and his entire, tight, muscled body flex as he crushed me against his desk while his own orgasm seized him with its power. We loved together—we came together. It was perfect.

  Slowly, he removed his hand from my mouth and replaced it with his lips. I kissed him back and opened eagerly to accept his tongue the way my pussy had accepted his cock. We kissed for what felt like forever, and when he finally slid out of me, we both groaned as I was left feeling completely fulfilled but also empty at the same time.

  “You naughty fucking girl,” he teased into my ear. “You are going to get me fired.”