Teacher's Pet

Title: Teacher's Pet
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, this isn't real. Yet.


I enter the room to find my one and only student waiting for me, sitting attentively at her desk. She's wearing an outfit that's entirely inappropriate for school, her white blouse is two sizes too small, her breast are straining against the fabric, threatening to pop the buttons that are restraining them and her plaid skirt is so short it barely covers the tops of her tanned thighs.

I put my bag on my desk and greet her. "Hello, Diana."

"Hello, Kelly."

"Diana, you know that while we are in this classroom you are to address me as Miss Clarkson or you will be punished. Understand?

"Yes, Miss Clarkson."

"Good girl." She preens at the praise. "Have you done your homework?"

She looks away guiltily. "No, Miss Clarkson."

Naughty girl. "That's too bad. I had a fun lesson planned for today but now you're just going to have to write lines." I trail my fingers across the front of her desk.

"But Ke…Miss Clarkson." She whines, pouting up at me.

"No buts. Now write 'I must obey Miss Clarkson' one hundred times."

She groans but does as I say. She can be such a good student when she puts her mind to it.

I sit at my desk and watch her over the rim of my glasses. She looks particularly beautiful today. She notices me watching and uncrosses her legs, giving me an unobstructed view up her short skirt, it seems that Miss DeGarmo has forgotten to put on her panties today. I can see her pussy, all pink and glistening.

I look up and see she's eating a lollipop, swirling her tongue around it and sucking into her mouth before pulling it back out with a loud pop.

"Diana, come here." She smirks and gets up, swinging her hips as she walks towards me.

"Diana, is there a reason you're performing fellatio on a lollipop in my classroom?"

She licks her lips, still sticky and cherry red from the candy. "Because I don't have anything better to put in my mouth Miss Clarkson."

I run a finger up her thigh, under her short skirt and dip it into her wetness, just enough to tease her. She groans and grinds against my hand. She lets out a whine when I pull my hand away. "Now you do." I hold my finger up to her lips and she eagerly sucks it into her mouth, tasting herself.

"Now go sit down." I order her once she has sucked my finger clean of her essence.

"Yes, Miss Clarkson." She bites out through gritted teeth. I can tell she hates this, she hates not being in control.

She squirms in her seat. "Sit still." She pouts petulantly .

I push my glasses back up my nose and get out of my seat, removing a wooden ruler from my desk. I tap the ruler against her desk. "Diana do you know what happens to naughty girls who don't do what their teacher tells them?"

She grins wickedly, eyeing the ruler. "They get spanked."

"That right. But they also don't get to cum. You want to cum don't you?"

She slips a hand under her desk and into her lap. "Yes, Miss Clarkson." She moans.

I slam the ruler down onto the desk, making her jump. "Did I say you could touch yourself?"

"No, Miss Clarkson." She says defiantly, still playing with herself under the desk.

"It makes me sad when you do that Diana. You don't want to make me sad do you?"

She finally brings her hand back up onto the desk. "I didn't mean to make you sad Miss Clarkson."

"Would you like to make me feel better?"

"Yes, Miss Clarkson." She replies eagerly.

"Down on your knees." She slides gracefully from her chair to kneel in front of me.

"Are you sorry for disobeying me?"

She nods seriously. "Yes, Miss Clarkson."

"Show me how sorry you are."

She pushes my skirt up around my waist and dives in, licking my slit eagerly before sucking my clit into her mouth, scraping her teeth over it and scratching her cotton candy pink nails down my sticky thighs.

I grab her hair and pull, destroying the messy bun she had it in and sending her golden curls cascading down to rest across her breasts.

She buries her face in my pussy and moans, the vibrations pushing me closer to the edge.

"Good girl." I gasp as she slips two fingers inside me and starts pumping away.

"Oh, fuck…." I scream when I cum, falling back against the desk.

When I regain my senses I feel Diana giggling against my thigh.

"That was so fucking cool." She says, wiping her sticky mouth on the back of her hand as she comes up to lean against me. "I told you you'd like it. I really liked the thing with the ruler, that was some nice improv there, Kel."

"These shoes are hurting my feet." I complain, sitting back on the desk and kicking off the high heels Diana had insisted that I wear.

"Oh, shush." She kisses me and I can taste myself on her lips. "You're going to get your turn next week. What is it going to be this time?"

"Horny cheerleaders, getting it on in the showers after practice." I remind her.

"That's right. Do think after that we can do a good cop, bad cop thing? I'm pretty sure I've got some handcuffs around here somewhere."

She is unbelievable. "Shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, Miss Clarkson."

THE END.