Dating : The Teacher’s Pet

A short, erotic story of a girl who loves to please.

Tami was sitting at her messy teacher’s assistant desk in the corner of Professor Donahue’s office, grading his papers, when he walked in at the end of his day.

She looked over at him and watched the professor sigh heavily and sit down behind his desk, loosening his tie as he looked over at her.

“You better be working hard over there, I’ve had a long day.”

“I am, Professor,” Tami said, lowering her eyes demurely with a small smile on her face.

“I’m sick of dealing with all you shit students and your shit ideas all the time. I just wish I could have the company of some intellectuals once in a while.”

“Yes, Professor,” Tami said, keeping her eyes lowered.

“Get over here and get on your knees,” the professor said, and Tami jumped from her chair and folded her legs beneath her as she knelt in front of him.

He scooted forward in his plush chair and spread his legs wide.

Tami didn’t talk, she just worked.

She undid his belt, button and zipper, yanked down the professor’s pants as he raised his ass to let her do so, pulled them off of him and tossed them to the side.

The professor sat back and leaned his head on the chair, looking at the ceiling.

His cock was soft between his legs, and Tami crawled forward and took it between two fingers, bringing his entire penis into her hot, wet mouth and swirling her tongue around.

The professor’s cock began to grow in her mouth, and she opened up wider, moving her mouth up and down on his thickening shaft.

When his cock was hard and stiff, she took it into her hand, jerking it up and down as she went for his balls.

She loved licking the professor’s balls, because he loved it, and as she lubed them up with her spit and took one into her mouth to suck he groaned and put a hand in her hair, wrapping his fingers in it and pulling hard, hurting her, but she liked it.

She took one ball into her mouth and then the other, sucking them gently, lapping at the sensitive skin of his perineum each time she switched from one to the other, faster and faster, and the professor was groaning, pulling her hair even harder.

“Get up and take off your clothes,” he demanded, but first she took his cock into her mouth again, sucking off the little dribble of precum glistening on his tip, loving the taste.

Tami stood and stripped off her clothes, pulling down her black panties and reaching around to unhook her black, lacy bra.

She let her breasts bounce out and tossed her bra behind her, but stood there, waiting for her teacher’s instructions.

He sat in his chair, legs splayed, jerking at his cock as he looked her up and down.

“Touch yourself,” he said. “Get yourself wet.”

Tami felt herself blushing but did as she was told. Her left hand went to her breast, rubbing, twisting, and pinching her nipple as her left hand moved down to her smooth mound and she slipped a finger into her slit.

Tami gasped as her finger hit her clit, she was already turned on and getting wet, but she loved the feeling of fingers in her pussy, even her own fingers, and before she knew it her inhibition melted away and then both hands were in her pussy, two fingers inside of her, moving in and out, as she rubbed at her clit with her other finger.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned uncontrollably as she fingered herself.

All the while she stared into the professor’s eyes and he stared back at her, she watched him jerk himself off and hoped desperately he wouldn’t cum without her.

“Get the fuck on my cock,” he said finally, and Tami couldn’t help but sigh and moan at his words.

She straddled his cock, her hot pussy hovering above him.

“May I kiss you, Professor?” she asked.

“No,” he snapped. “Just fuck me.”

“Yes, Professor,” she said, and she braced her hands on the professor’s shoulders as she slid down onto his waiting cock.

“Unnnggh,” she groaned as she slid down onto him, his huge girth spreading her open and filling her up.

“Fuck me,” he said again.

“Yes, Professor,” Tami said, and started moving down slowly on his cock, squeezing it as hard as she could with her pussy every time she moved up on him.

The professor reached up and took Tami’s breasts into his hands, squeezing them together, moving his head forward to lick at her nipples, first one and then the other.

She wanted badly to ask him to bite her, but asking for things wasn’t something she was allowed to do.

He did it anyway and she cried out in shock and pain, and immediately the professor pulled one hand from her breast and slapped her ass, hard, and she squealed.

“Quiet,” he demanded.

But he was relentless. He nibbled and bit at her nipples, hard, making her wince and gasp as she struggled not to make a sound, all the while moving up and down on his hard cock, her clit tingling at the friction, getting close to cumming.

There was a knock on the door and Tami’s head snapped to the right, praying the professor had locked it, and he slapped her ass again, even harder.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, and she moved on him faster and faster, up and down, sliding him in and out of her.

“May I cum, Professor?” Tami whispered.

“You may,” he said, and Tami rode him even faster, the sound of their skin slapping together as she fucked him seeming impossibly loud, like the person outside knocking must be able to hear.

“Unngh,” she groaned as her pussy clenched down as she came, and she felt the professor’s hot cum pumping into her and dribbling down around his dick and balls as she kept moving on him.

Tami slid up and down on his cock until she felt him go soft inside of her and slip out.

The knocking on the door continued.

“Professor Donahue?” a girl’s voice called from outside.

The professor put his hands around Tami’s waist and lifted her easily off of his lap, then he stood and pulled up his pants.

“Get dressed. Quickly.”

Tami scrambled to get her clothes on, the incessant, annoying girl still knocking at the door.

When she’d gotten herself together, the professor stepped toward Tami and put an arm around her waist, smiling at her.

“You may kiss me now, Tami,” he said.

They shared one, long, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing and sliding around in each other’s mouths, and she heard him groan quietly as he pulled away.

“You fucking students,” he said, and went to answer the door.