Teacher's Pet
written by:
Jessie

*My second story. Thanks for all the votes and feedback on my first one, please keep them coming! I love hearing from all of you* xoxoxo Jessie

Mr. Donahue was my favorite high school science teacher. It wasn't because of the subject he taught, because, god knows, I found Chemistry to be confusing and completely pointless. No, it was because Mr. D was young, personable, and attractive. He was a doctorial candidate at the local university, teaching high school chemistry as part of a work-study program. His enthusiasm was infectious, even if his subject matter was drier than toast.

Although he was in post-grad, Mr. D was only about five years older than the college boy I was dating at the time, putting him well within my striking distance. And I suspected he was already intrigued, if not yet interested.

I don't mean to brag (okay, well maybe I do a little), but I was one of the best "looks" in my high school. It wasn't just my curvy, 5'4" frame or my silky brown hair, mind you. I consider myself very lucky to have inherited some great genes, and I stayed fit and trim to maximize them. I ran every morning, and had long, toned legs to show for it. It also helped that I dressed as sexy as I could get away with. I skirted right up to the edge of our school's rather vague dress code policy with the occasional 3" heels, tight pencil skirts, and blouses that let the world know I was rockin' a killer rack. And when I dressed casual, I'd wear the best ass-enhancing jeans that money could buy, and tight t-shirts that defined the slope of my waist to my curvy hips.

So, I got a lot of attention. I'd caught most of the male teachers taking an extra long look at some point, and Mr. D was no exception. Originally, I had planned a long, slow seduction. Maybe over the course of months. But things didn't quite take that long.

*** The nice thing about Chemistry is that all the lab work gets a bit messy, and since our class was the last period of the day, that left me with a perfect opportunity to stay late and help clean up. I'd signed up for two weeks of clean up duty. It was a crappy job, but one that everyone in the class was expected to do.

It was Friday afternoon of my first week, and I was rushing through the clean up process. My attempts to engage Mr. D in that whole first week had ended disappointingly flat. Although he was still charming and smiley, he hadn't shown any of the signs that he was responding to my subtle cues, and I'd begun to think I may have overestimated my wiles.

Part of the problem, that I hadn't originally anticipated, was that clean-up involved wearing a heavy rubber smock, gloves, and big ugly safety goggles. I probably looked as attractive as a manatee in that safety gear.

I was rushing because I had made plans to meet my boyfriend later that night. He'd been sending me sexy texts about what he wanted me to wear and what he was going to do to me in it. I was pretty keyed up, and I was daydreaming about my boyfriend's hands on me. Probably not the best idea, as I found out when I turned, catching the bottle I was carrying on the corner of the lab table, and knocked it out of my hands.

I saw the large bottle of clear liquid spinning in the air in front of me, reaching the top of its arc and then slowly rotating its way back to the top of the lab station.

I remember starting to say "Oh shiiiiiiit" as the jar hit the table top. The thick glass of the jar held, but the jar bounced off the tabletop, counter-spinning rapidly and splashing clear liquid onto me.

I watched the bottle rattle to a stop, holding my hands in the air and dumbly unsure what to do when something slammed into my side.

Everything blurred by me as if I had been picked up by a tornado and tossed across the room. The next thing I knew, I was in the emergency shower with water pouring over me.

Mr. D's strong hands were pulling the goggles, gloves, and smock off me. I felt my blouse being ripped open, and for the first time realized that Mr. D was practically yelling at me, "Are you okay? Are you okay? Did you get any on you? My god, Jessica, are you okay?"

I must have looked completely stunned, between being tackled across the room and then doused in water, I just stared up at Mr. D. "What happened?" I practically screamed, totally confused and panicked.

"That was acid," he said rapidly, his voice strained and panicky as he continued to pat down my chest, "did you get any on you?!?"

I looked down, expecting to see terrible chemical burns. Instead, I saw my water soaked lacey black bra and Mr. D's hands sliding over my chest.

At that exact moment, I locked eyes with Mr. D and he seemed to suddenly realize that he had his hands all over one of his student's breasts.

He snatched his hands away as if I was not only covered in acid, but on fire; eyes wide, and he simply repeated, "Uh, are you okay?"

I looked down again at my tattered blouse and my tanned chest, seeing neither blemish nor burn, and looked back up at him, "Yes," I said a little breathlessly, "I think so."

When I looked back up, Mr. D was blushing; honest-to-God blushing bright red from ear to ear as he looked back down at me, stammering a response as he sneaked glances at my lace covered breasts, "Thank god, I saw that acid and, you know, I, well, I've never had to use the emergency shower before, I, er, just so glad you didn't get any on you."

I suddenly sensed an opportunity in this otherwise absurd seeming moment, leaning forward and wrapping Mr. D in a hug, "Oh my god," I said, "you're, like, a hero Mr. D!"

I felt him tense and knew instinctively that he was ready to peel away from me. Like a scared cat in my arms, he was torn between staying where he was and fleeing madcap to another room.

I pressed my head against him and faked a huge sob. His instinct to comfort a damsel in distress took over and he wrapped his hands around me, saying "There, there, it's okay; you're okay, Jessica." with my face buried against him, I smiled to myself and then sobbed again, "I was so scared," I said with disingenuous distress.

"It's okay," he repeated, "you're okay."

"Are you sure," I said. There was a pause, as he tried to work out what I meant, and then I reached up, took his hand from my head, and slid it down to my breasts again. "Are you sure," I asked again and quickly tilted my head up to kiss him.

Mr. D was taller than me, and I had to reach up to grab the back from his neck to pull his face towards mine. I don't think he knew what was happening until my tongue slid between his lips, and I pushed my body against him. I felt him almost topple backwards, recover, and then squeeze my breast as he corrected back towards me.

He pulled away, somewhat meekly, and stammered, "I, Jessica, I mean, what? I can't."

"It's okay," I said to him, using his same comforting tone back at him that he has used to comfort me. "You're okay," I cooed as I put my hand on his, guiding him to massage my breast.

I tiptoed up to him, turning my face up again, and this time he tilted his head slightly to let me kiss him. I slid my hand down off his and quickly down to his crotch. He jumped as I wrapped my fingers around the bulge in his pants, but he didn't pull away.

I stroked his cock, feeling it grow under the wet fabric, and he squeezed my breast hard. "Mr. D, you feel so hard," I cooed as I continued to kiss him. "So big, I want to see it," I whispered as I began pulling at his belt. He responded with a grunt that was neither agreement or rejection, but the way he continued to paw at my breast was answer enough.

I pulled his belt away, undid the button of his pants, and pushed them down. I broke my kiss with Mr. D long enough to look down at his now rock hard dick in my hand. "Oh god," I moaned as I stroked him, watching the skin slide back and forth over his thick shaft. I pulled him closer to me, pulling his cock under my skirt as I continued to stroke him, "God I want that, I want it inside me," I said as our lips pressed together in a passionate kiss.

The head of his cock slid against my bare pussy lips with an electric thrill, and I was suddenly glad I hadn't worn panties that morning. I rubbed it against me, feeling the pulsating heat it was giving off, feeling my own wetness increase. He moaned loudly.

"I want it Mr. D, can I have it? Can I please?" I begged shamelessly.

In response, he bent his knees slightly and pushed up against me, pushing his cock into my tight pussy.

We both groaned loudly, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he pushed me back against the wet wall of the emergency shower. He wrapped his arms around my waist and began fucking me hard.

"Oh god," I moaned, "oh god that's so good Mr. D, don't stop, don't stop."

He didn't. He continued to ram into me, and I wrapped my long legs around his waist, encircling him and lifting myself off the ground as he bounced me up and down on his cock. "Yesssss, that's it, Mr. D. God you're so big, I want all of you," I pleaded to him. He didn't respond, he just kept pounding away at me.

I'd wanted Mr. D for so long that I always suspected I would cum quickly if I ever had him, but even I was surprised by how quickly I felt the first signs of an orgasm building. "Fuck, I'm going to cum, Mr. D," I moaned out between thrusts, "you feel so good, you're gonna make cum."

He thrusted harder at that, grunting with each pump of his hips into me, fucking me so hard that my head was bouncing off the cheap plastic wall of shower stall with the steady staccato rhythm of lust.

It couldn't have been more than 5 minutes after we started that I came, my fingers clenching in his hair and my legs squeezing his waist as I shuddered uncontrollably around his cock. He fucked me all the way through my climax, spiking waves of intense pleasure and prolonging my orgasm until I was gasping for breath.

"Wait, stop," I begged him again and again until my words finally seemed to penetrate the fog of his primal desire. He came back to himself, and looked at me with a confused expression.

I pulled him out of the shower stall, stripping off my shirt and skirt as I laid down on my back, spreading my legs and pulling him down to me, "Fuck me like this, nail me to the floor."

Without a word, he slid his cock right back into me. He lifted my legs up, resting them on his shoulders as he plunged into me. I stared down at his cock, transfixed by the sight of it between us, pistoning into my body.

When I looked back up at Mr. D, I saw his eyes roving over my tight young body--clad only in a bra now--as he fucked me. I wondered, briefly, what his fiancee looked like. How old was she? Did she have a body that could match mine? By the way Mr. D was eating me up with his eyes, I suspected not.

But my reveries were broken up when he said the first words to me since we had started. "I'm gonna cum," he grunted.

Without hesitation, I took my hands from his sides and reached up to undo my front-clasp bra. "Cum on my tits, Mr. D, pleeease" I moaned.

I saw a smile form on his lips. He pumped his cock into me for a few more seconds, and then he quickly pulled out and moved up to straddle my chest, cock in his hand, pinching back the flow of cum for just a moment until he finally released it, shooting his load all over my smooth, firm breasts, letting out a deep soft groan.

He pushed me back, and slid his cock between my tits, fucking them as he shot the last of his cum onto me. Then he rolled off me, spent.

"Jessica, I," he started to say, but stopped when he saw me laying there, his cum all over my chest, and my hands down between thighs as I fingered myself. He watched as I lay on the floor, masturbating, so close to my second orgasm, whispering his name.

When I came the second time, I closed my eyes and imagined the look on his face as he shot his load on me: the incredible satisfaction he'd taken in taking me. My body shook uncontrollably as I brought myself off, moaning delightfully.

When I opened my eyes again, Mr. D was staring at me, mouth agape. I rolled over, my body heavy with contentment, and gave him a quick kiss. "Let's let this be our little secret," I said.

Mr. D seemed dumbstruck, whether by what he had just done or by the show he'd gotten at the end of it, and I quickly got dressed in my still soaked clothes and slipped out of the classroom. I couldn't wait to see my boyfriend, knowing I was going to be extra kinky after finally seducing Mr. D.

*** That following Monday I dressed for effect. Hidden under my skirt and top were a lacey black corset and lace-topped thigh highs. I was looking forward to my second week of lab clean-up duties and servicing Mr. D. But when the final bell rang, Mr. D quickly told me he didn't need any help. The same thing happened on Tuesday.

On Wednesday, after he said the same thing, I went to my locker as my fellow students filed out to their cars or the busses, and then circled back to his classroom. I slipped in as he went about cleaning up the various lab tools, and then cleared my throat loudly.

He jumped and turned, stared and almost dropped a stack of Bunson burners. "Jesus, Jessica, you scared the daylights out of me."

"Yeah, well, maybe you'd like to tell me what the fuck is going on," I said angrily. "Last week you're doing me in the shower, and this week you're treating me like I've got the plague."

He blushed a deep, dark red; more flushed than I've ever seen anyone get. "Look, Jessica," he said, his voice full of embarrassment, "What, uh, happened last week was a mistake, an error in judgment on both our parts, but most especially mine."

"Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?"

"No, no, no that, it was... But look, that's not the point, the point is that it shouldn't have happened, I'm your teacher," he said, holding his hands out as if that explained everything.

"You can still be my teacher," I said coyly, "and I bet you still have plenty of things to teach me."

He blushed even deeper, "I have a fiancee," he said with so much gravity it felt like he was announcing having terminal cancer.

"I have a boyfriend, you know."

He shook his head at me, "It seems like you have quite a few boyfriends."

That surprised me a bit, and I put my hands on my hips, cocking my head at him, "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"C'mon, Jessica, you don't think us teachers are blind, do you? I've got a pretty good idea how many guys you've ... dated here."

"So what, you think I'm a slut?"

He held up his hands in a placating gesture, "Now, I didn't say that."

"Is that why you fucked me on Friday," I demanded, "you thought I'd be an easy lay?

He glanced around the room like trapped animal, looking for an escape, but I stood between him and the only door.

"No, of course not," he said, "but that..."

"Then why did you fuck me?" I interjected, "I know you think it was a mistake, but you did it, and I assume you don't fuck all your female students, so why me?"

"Jessica, you're a beautiful girl, I'll admit that. Seeing you everyday in class, dressed the way you dress, the way you're dressed now, I don't think any guy could see you and not want to... Have sex with you. It's natural, but it's still wrong."

"So you're saying no more fucking?"

He looked confused for a moment, surprised by my sudden gear shift. "Yes, um, that's what I'm saying."

"Okay," I said, nodding my head.

"Okay?" he asked for confirmation, sighing in relief.

"Sure," I said, grabbing his arms, and pushing him farther away from the classroom door to the more secluded lab section of the room.

"Um, what do you think you're doing?"

"You said we couldn't fuck anymore," I said as we neared the back of the room.

"Yeah."

I pushed him back until he hit the edge of a far lab table. I reached down and felt his already stiff member through his khaki slacks, I gave him a mischievous smile with a tilt of my head, "You didn't say anything about me sucking your cock."

"Jessica..." he started, paternalistically, rolling his eyes.

I nodded my head immediately, with a coyly sad look on my face. "You're right, we shouldn't do that either," I sighed. "I tell you what, if you tell me that you don't want to put your big, hard cock in my hot, young mouth, that you don't want to watch me kneel down in front of you until your pump your cum down my throat, I'll never bother you again."

He sighed, "Fine, Jessica, I don't want you to perform oral sex on..."

"No," I said, lifting his finger to my glossy, bubblegum pink lips, "you have to say what I said, about your big, hard cock." I began to slowly, provocatively suck on his finger.

"Jessica, don't you think that's a little...childish?'

I made a pouty face, "Oh, Mr. D, I'm anything about childish when it comes to sucking cock," I said and then slid down to my knees. I leaned forward, looking up at him as I pressed my lips against the bulge in his slacks. "So, unless you want me to show you what an incredible cocksucker I am, you better start talking. And before you do," I said, nuzzling against the bulge, feeling it stir under my warm breath, "I should tell you that you're right; I am a slut. I love, absolutely love, sucking cock, and I'm fantastic at it."

I looked up at him, my eyes sparkling delightfully as I spread my hands over the bulge in his slacks and deftly slid his zipper down. Like a Pavlovian response, his dick twitched at the sound of his zipper.

"Jessica," he objected, but his heart wasn't in it, and I could already hear the capitulation in his voice.

"You don't need to say anything, Mr. D," I purred, pulling his shaft gently out, feeling the smooth soft skin as I stroked him delicately with both hands, ans brought him to full hardness. I locked eyes with him, "Let me do all work."

He opened his mouth to object, but then I opened my mouth and took him. Whatever he was about to say was lost to a long, low moan of pleasure.

Kneeling before him, I worked the head of his cock first. I bobbed my head against him, but only deep enough to let my lips slide over his sensitive bulb while I stroked him with both hands.

When I was sure he would get no harder, I pulled him out and licked the underside of his shaft, letting his glistening cock rest on my pretty face as I smiled up at him, my tongue sliding along his length. He looked down at me, and watched me slide all the way down to lick and suck his balls, still stroking his shaft in my small hand.

Then, in one long, slow motion, I licked back to the head of his cock, pulled it down slightly, and angled it into my mouth.

I began sucking his cock in earnest. Taking him a little deeper with each bob of my head, picking up my pace. Slowly, as he slid further into my mouth, I removed my fingers from his shaft. Long, dark strands of my hair shook loose, and I used my free hand to hold them back so he would have an unobstructed view of my pretty face. He kindly reached down to held my hair back for me.

I grabbed the back of his thighs, using the leverage to speed up, my whole body rocking against him. His cock pumped into my mouth like a piston, my pink lips tight around his shaft. I let his cock glide against the roof of my mouth on the way out, and then raked him gently with my teeth on the way back in, my tongue tight against the underside of his shaft with each stroke. I felt the head bumping against the back of my mouth, and his grip tightened my hair into a ponytail as he bucked his hips towards me.

I slid him out, and he moaned in a dissapointment. I tilted my head back up at him, his shaft resting on my smiling, glistening lips. I kissed it, smiling as it jerked at my touch, and watched the precum forming on it.

"Does your fiancee give head like this?" I asked.

He looked down at me, a moment of confusion and perhaps panic crossing his face. My mention of his girl seemed to put him instantly in fear that this might be where the blackmail started.

"No, why?" he asked.

I licked the precum off his cock, savoring it my mouth and purring before saying, "Then you'll love this."

I quickly slid him back into my mouth, but this time when I felt his head bumping against the back of my mouth, I knelt down farther, tilting his shaft down and my face up, and let the head of his cock slip into my tight throat. I took him all the way down the base.

"FUCK," he moaned, "Fuck," he said again, his hand balling into a tight fist around my ponytail, forcing every inch of his cock into my eager mouth.

I slid his cock out after what seemed like an eternity, and he watched as every glorious inch of it appeared from between my lips. I licked my lips in satisfaction, and then said, "Now fuck my face, Mr. D. Fuck it good and hard." My voice was deep and throaty from having been stretched with cock.

It didn't take any more encouragement. Mr. D grabbed the back of my head in both hands, and began pumping his cock into my mouth, his hips rocking forward hard. Even with all my experience, it was all I could do to keep up with him. He was driven by a deep primal urge, looking down at me with nothing but raw need in his eyes. Something in him had changed, he had gone from passively accepting my teasing and seduction to being ruled by the need to cum.

I closed my eyes for the first time, concentrating simply on sucking him as he fucked my mouth hard, fast, and rough. It wasn't until he grunted that I finally looked up again, and saw him looking down at me intently. Then I felt his cock slide out of my mouth.

His hot cum hit my cheek as he moaned out in pure pleasure. I had a moment's glance, seeing him jerking his cock hard at my face, when the second load shot towards my eye. I blinked them closed quickly as he shot his warm, sticky seed over my face. And then suddenly, he was jamming his cock back into my mouth, shooting his last parting shots down my throat.

Like a dutiful slut, I sucked every last drop from his cock. He held my head there, as I slowly tongued and sucked him, his cum sliding down my face. He pulled his cock out, rubbing it in the cum on my face, and then slid it back between my lips. Again I cleaned him.

"Mmm, no, Ms. Cordel," he said, finally taking his cock out of my mouth, "my fiancee definitely does not give head like that."

I opened my one eye not covered in his cum and smiled at him.

I stayed late that afternoon, getting Mr. D hard again and letting him fuck me on his desk. When we finally parted, I promised to wear something extra special for him the next day.

Once my two weeks of clean-up duties was done, Mr. D cancelled any future sign-ups for the duty most of us avoided. Although no one else knew, I snuck back to his classroom after school, day after day, earning the A I eventually got.