Teacher's Pet

by Madison Skye

  Until the professor, I never did find out. Despite my curiosity, I never had slept with an older man. They’d all been around my age, stupid and down for a fuck anytime of the day or night. Older men were harder to get. Married or more reserved, they often lusted after my body but refused to make their dreams a reality.

  I’d spent time teasing a few, toying with them until I was sure they’d give in and finally make my cravings happen for me. But no matter how much I teased and danced and stripped for them, they were always too strong. Older men had done nothing but leave me disappointed.

  I’d only been burned by older men, never actually given what I wanted. I probably should have learned from the past and left my poor new professor alone. I should have known that things wouldn’t go my way. Not with an older man who was harder to manipulate.

  But instead of leaving him alone, I’d spent the entire class having fun with him. I’d winked at him and drawn his attention to me. I’d wanted him to know that I was teasing him, and him only. I wanted him to know that he had my attention, that I wanted him to look at me.

  The lollipop thing? It wasn’t planned at all. I keep one in my bag for when I get bored. It helps me keep my concentration so I can keep my grades up. Sometimes my mind wanders and my grades start to slip. It’s hard to do well on tests if you were so far gone during class, you don’t even know what pages you were assigned to read, let alone what topics you’ve been covering.

  When I started sucking on it, I hadn’t been teasing. It was only when I saw how his eyes grew wide and how he stood with a folder fanned in front of his crotch that I realized: I was turning him on, and he was struggling. I’d felt a wicked rush just thinking about it. It was only then that I went to town on that lump of sugar, imagining that it was his cock in my mouth instead.

  Hours later, after all my classes had ended for the day, I was still thinking about him. Everything about him intrigued me, from his age, slightly graying hair, slate colored eyes, the way his clothes pulled snug against his muscles. The way I turned him on even as he fought his arousal. My professor was the only thing on my mind.

  That and a raging desire for some good sex. That, I knew, I could make a reality.

  There were plenty of guys in my address book I could hit up. Any one of them would have been more than happy to help get rid of my intense craving for cock. I’d hardly have to ask them. Just give them a call or send them a text message asking what they were up to. That’s all it would take.

  One of my favorite men to sleep with was another college student. His name was Ricky, and he was a year above me. Unlike I, he had life mapped out and was going to school to be an electrical engineer. I admired how grownup he seemed compared to me, and that’s what made me think of him in that moment. He seemed so much older and wiser than other guys my age.

  Almost like the professor.

  Nowhere near the same, obviously, but he’d do, in a pinch. I shot him a quick message, and like I’d expected, my plans for the evening were made. That easy.

  If only I could secure a fuck with an older man, just once, with so little hassle.

  In the shower, I let the warm water drip down my ample breasts, let the tiny sprays brush against my hardened nipples. The soap ran down the drain, vanishing as my thoughts grew even more steamy than the bathroom. My fingers found my sweet pussy, dipped inside, thrusted as I imagined my new professor, slamming into me hard, telling me I was a naughty girl.

  I came, knees buckling. No man had ever managed to get me off during sex before, and I wasn’t going to count on Ricky to be the first. I still needed a good fuck, but not as desperately as before. Finally, I felt a little bit more in control, like I wouldn’t grab the first man I saw just so I could climb into his lap.

  By the time I got out of the shower, I didn’t have much time to get ready. I threw on a tiny little mini skirt and a pink thong with a bow on the front. The panties were made of a mesh-like material and were almost completely see-through. Wearing them made me feel sexy and confident, like I could take on the world.

  I wore a simple blank tank top, one that was tight and form fitting so it showed off the curve of my stomach and the larger curve of my breasts. I didn’t wear a bra under it, though I had a nice pink one that would’ve went well with the thong. I just couldn’t be bothered.

  I left my hair dripping wet and natural. I wasn’t going to waste time taking a dryer to it. There were other things I could do, like throw on a coat of lipgloss and a touch of eye makeup. Besides, it wasn’t my first time sleeping with Ricky. He already knew what I looked like naked, even how I looked with smudged makeup and mussed morning hair.

  Warm air slapped me across the face when I slipped outside. The day was still muggy, even as the sun started to slip from the sky. I was glad I’d slipped into a simple pair of flip-flops for shoes with how hot it was.

  In the meeting square, Ricky waited for me, dressed in faded blue jeans and a simple t-shirt. I grinned as his eyes grew dark, soaking in the sight of me.

  “See something you like?” I teased, and let him slip his arm around me, my pussy instantly growing wet for him. Already, I was ready for him.

  “Oh yes. Something I like, very much.”

  His lips were pressed against my ear, his words a harsh whisper. He pulled me close against the warmth of his body. I could feel his arousal, hot and ready for me, throbbing beneath the fabric of his jeans. The world around me began melting away, my lust a driving force in me that blocked out rational thought. Normally, I would have been more cautious, taken him by the hand and led him back to my dorm or somewhere private. That night, I let our lips lock right there, pressed against a brick wall.

  His hands cupped my ass cheeks. I could feel the warm air rushing against them as they were exposed. I didn’t care who saw us. No one here knew me. No one would remember the girl in the lacy pink thong being kissed by the boy she hardly knew.

  No one except the very last person I’d been expecting to show up, his stern presence launching Ricky away from me like a torpedo.

  “Get a room, little miss Everly. And maybe a pair of panties that cover your ass would be a good idea as well.”

  The professor. The man I really wanted to feel against me. The man I’d spent the entire day fantasizing about. He stood there, arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes hard as flint. His anger reverberated off of him, righteous and hot as lightning. To say he was displeased would be an understatement.

  “Don’t let me catch you engaging in PDA like this again, either of you. It’s against school policy. Now quit acting like kids and get out of here. Go!”

  We ran, Ricky’s palm sweaty in mine. The professor’s anger should have made him off-putting, but for me, it made him more alluring. Who was this man, and why did seeing me with another lover make him so angry?

  Daimon

  I knew I was out of control that night. I’d been taking my nightly walk, trying to enjoy the heat of summer before it slowly drained away into fall and then winter, my most hated time of year. It was warm enough that most of the students had retreated indoors, hiding in the comfort of their air conditioned rooms. It was so quiet outside, I’d thought I was alone.

  Until I’d spotted a couple, necking it up against a wall. At first, I’d done nothing more than roll my eyes, remembering the days when I too had little self control. Feeling guilty, I’d admired the pale ass that had been on full display for all who happened to walk by. The boy had his hands gripping the soft flesh, kneading and caressing as the girl moaned softly. With nothing on but a frilly pink thong, I’d been able to see everything.

  But something about the long, wavy hair drew my eye. Something about the girl seemed familiar. It’d taken me a minute of staring at the two of them like a pervert, and then it had hit me. It barrelled into my stomach like a battering ram, knocking the breath out of me. No longer was I smugly remembering my own days of youth. Instead, I stood there, hands balled into fists, feeling the anger wash over me, mottling my ski
n red with the force of it.

  I didn’t even know if the school had a policy on PDA. I was spouting anything I could to get him off her. When she saw me her eyes went wide with fear. I wanted to grab her by the arm, wrench her to me, place my mouth on hers. I wanted to claim her as my own. I didn’t want to give her up to some boy. She deserved a man to take her by the hand, to lead her somewhere more private. I could do so much more to her than knead her ass like a lump of dough.

  When they’d scattered, I’d sat down at a table, breathing hard. I knew that my actions had been uncalled for. I should have walked on by, pretended I saw nothing. But something deep in my gut was shifting. I wanted Everly like I’d wanted nothing else in years. I wanted her to belong to me, and no one else. I wanted to teach her a lesson for being such a dirty slut.

  I wanted to fuck her so hard, she’d be ruined for all other men.

  Even as I wanted all these things, I knew it was wrong. I was so much older than her, I probably could have been her father. She was barely legal. I shouldn’t have even been thinking about her in a sexual manner with her baby face and long flowing hair. She should have been off limits, even in my mind, but I kept picturing her in cute little pigtails, looking up at me while on her knees. Or in those same pigtails, bent over the desk in my classroom, her hair in my hands, being tugged on with each thrust of my massive cock, spreading the pink lips of her pussy.

  It was impossible to stop the barrage of images from flooding my mind. I felt like a horny teenager, out of control and about to snap. My hands were shaking and a light dusting of sweat slicked my forehead. Thinking about my student made me feel naughty and on edge in a way that I hadn’t felt in years. Just thinking about her tight body made me feel like I was young again, going through life without a care in the world.

  I needed to get back to my house, before I embarrassed myself. I hated to think what people would think of me, slumped against a building, a tent pitched in my pants as I lusted after one of my students. On the first damn day of the school year, to make matters worse. I’d probably be fired, shamed, or pressured to step down.

  Wasn’t going to happen. Not if I could help it.

  The entire time I shuffled through the courtyard, my cock remained stiff. No matter what terrible thoughts I threw at my erection, it wouldn’t leave me. It’s like my cock had a mind of its own and wasn’t going to give me any peace until I’d emptied my balls of all the jizz they could produce. I needed to get off, and it needed to happen soon.

  When I finally slipped into the darkness of my condo, clicking the door shut behind me, my body was a shaking, heaving mess. The sweat that had been a mere slick on my forehead had intensified and now coated my back and thighs, making my clothes stick like plaster to me. My heart was racing along with my mind, every thought I had dirtier than the last.

  I slumped against the cool metal of the door, letting the frigid air wash over me. My cock, still as hard as ever, throbbed and begged for attention. Even after getting winded and overheated, all I could think about was Everly and the beautiful brown of her eyes and the soft pout of her lips. My clothes dropped to the floor with a soft sigh of air and, finally, I was naked and ready to end the torture.

  I thought of her and that boy, cuddled up with each other without a care in the world. I wondered if he was her lover, or a casual fling. I knew it was inappropriate to even wonder. I didn’t have a chance with her either way.

  Doesn’t mean the idea of her being all mine, waking up naked in my bed, didn’t rev my engine.

  I stumbled to the couch in the dark, my body sagging against the cool grain of the leather. My hand found the hardness of my cock, gripped it hard between my digits. Finally, the satisfaction of relief. Finally, a time and place where I didn’t have to hold back. I could let my mind wander, just long enough for me to feel the sweet rush of my release.

  And wander my mind did, straight to her. Her ruby red lips, painted with gloss and wrapped around the hardness of my cock. The way her eyes would look up at me, wide with lust and surprise. The way her creamy pale skin would feel as I ran my fingers over it. Even the way she’d smell, wet and ready for me, her pussy making its own cream. Somehow, in the confines of my tiny living room, all of my senses were taken up in the most heady daydream I’d ever had.

  I could feel myself getting close. My leg muscles had grown taut and my stomach was clenched. One hand was balled in a fist, working up and down my thick member. The other was digging into the couch cushion beside me as my thighs clenched. I could feel cum, hot and ready to shoot, deep in my balls, getting ready for release.

  I saw her then, on the couch with me. In my mind, she was straddling me, about to lower herself down onto my cock. She batted her eyelashes and licked her lips playfully before taking my tongue into her mouth. Just when I thought the anticipation would prove too much, she lowered her tight hole onto my cock, and I came - so hard my vision went black.

  I felt it as it rocketed up my shaft. It traveled from my balls, quick and hot as lightning. I could feel my entire body heating from the inside with the force of my orgasm. I muffled a cry of intensity, biting down on my bottom lip. The last thing I wanted was for my neighbor to complain I’d been making too much noise at night. He knew as well as I that I hadn’t been with a woman in a long time. Any noise I made, was made solo.

  But the pressure and force of it were so intense and white hot, it was hard to stay quiet. Her face popped into my mind, her body riding me hard. I wanted to bury my face in her hair as I came, bottoming out inside of her. I wanted to shoot in her without protection, filling her with my seed, feeling every spurt inside her tightness as I spasmed inside of her.

  I wanted to be free to thrust my hips and pound into her instead of my closed fist. I wanted to make noise and bite her neck and groan her name, snarl it in her ear as a threat and a promise as I came inside her. In that moment, I felt both satisfied and utterly wanting.

  Wanting because instead of blowing my load in a beautiful young woman, I spurted hot come all over my stomach, each string flying farther and coating my muscled abs. Instead of filling her womb with my seed, wondering in anticipation if I’d have the opportunity to watch her stomach swell with new life, I came in a dark room, all alone, on top of my own body.

  Minutes later, as my skin grew cold and clammy, I knew I needed to straighten myself out. These fantasies were fun, but they weren’t going to get me anywhere in life. They were going to do nothing but frustrate me and leave me wanting something I’d never be able to have.

  Everly was completely off limits. Forbidden. Whatever my cock begged me for, I wasn’t allowed to have.

  I stood under the hot water from my shower, washing my shame and filth down the drain. I vowed to do better, however much it might hurt. However boring and mundane it might feel. I just had to keep pulling through. That was how life had always gone for me.

  How I’d thought it’d always go.

  Everly

  Another day of classes dawned, bright and far earlier than I was prepared for. I’d spent the night with my date, despite the stern warning from my professor. Seeing him outside of class had rattled me, made me feel almost like he had some sort of power or control over me. Something that was beyond the typical student teacher relationship. The way he’d looked at me, like there was a deep anger burning inside of him at the sight of my body, had frightened me.

  It hadn’t just frightened me though. It had also turned me on. When I thought about his anger, I realized that it was thinly veiled jealousy. He had wished it were his hands on my ass, his lips against mine, and his cock that was growing hard so it could slip inside of me. I hadn’t seen it at first, too stunned to really think of much besides getting away as quickly as possible. But as soon as I’d had some quiet time alone that night, everything clicked into place for me.

  Knowing that I’d gotten to him during class, enough to shake him on an evening walk? It made me feel powerful, desirable. Knowing that an older man actually foun
d me attractive was enough to make me more determined than ever to get him into my bedroom. I wanted to see how different he’d be, how much better the sex would be than the night before.

  So, confidence bolstered, I walked into class that morning dressed even more provocatively than I had the day before. I wore a tiny little mini skirt, black in color and ruffled at the bottom. It just barely covered my ass, and exposed my entire backside if I chose to bend over. I wore nothing beneath it, wanting to tease him as much as humanly possible. For a shirt, I worse a simple camo tank top with a plunging neckline. This time I wore a bra, one that pushed up my already ample breasts so much it was all but impossible not to stare at them.

  When I walked into the classroom, heads turned. I felt like a goddess, being worshiped for my body. There wasn’t a single guy in my class whose eyes weren’t drawn to me. It made me feel invincible. Most of the women did nothing but avert their eyes. A few actively looked away. Some even scowled at me, their bottom lips curling as they took in the sight of me.

  Probably just jealous, knowing that they too, would dress this way if they could pull it off.

  I walked with my head held high, relishing the attention that was all for me. Eyebrows were raised, guys were smacking their buddies and pointing at me. A few even sniggered or whistled. None of it felt bad to me. It was like I was up on stage. This was my dance floor, and I was doing nothing more than playing a part, and doing it perfectly. I shimmied my hips a bit, wondering how much of my ass I was showing, how much was playing peek-a-boo from beneath the frills of my skirt.

  Finally, my eyes landed on the man I really wanted to see. He stood, looking even angrier than the night before. That fear rose up in my throat as he shook his head in blatant disapproval. I almost fell for it all over again when I noticed how pink his cheeks were, full of heat and shame.