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BRITTANY'S POV 

The chair felt like steel under me.

The class was empty and I was sitting right in front of Mr Allen's desk, my heart racing in my chest as I held my breath.

The last student had left about 10 minutes and I had been sitting here since then. But he hadn't said anything.

He was standing by the window, a hand in his pocket while the other was wrapped around the mug of cold juice while he continued to sip slowly as he stared at the sun dipping below the horizon in the distance.

I didn't understand. Why hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he even looked at me? It felt like I was going crazy and I struggled not to toy with the school tie that hung loosely around my neck.

"Mr Allenㅡ" I started but his voice cut me off.

"Silence."

That made me shut up. He didn't snap. Just muttered that word but his tone carried a sense of authority. No one could defy that and God help me, I wasn't even trying.

He took another sip of his juice before turning to face me, the evening sun casting a low, warm look over the harsh features of his face.

"You've been doing quite terribly in class..." he finally said, walking towards me with slow, purposeful steps.

Each step felt like a death knoll and I just sat there, fingers digging into the wood under me.

I had no idea what I was expecting. Especially not when he came to stand right in front of me, his gaze frolicking around my sitting figure. "Miss Jackson?"

"Huh?" I stuttered. "I...uhㅡ I attend your classes unfailingly, sir."

He let out a low clicking sound. "Oh, I notice you, Miss Jackson. The way you walk around my class with that short skirt of yours doing nothing to hide your perky ass, hm?"

My heart stuttered for a second. Then I laughedㅡ the sound nervous. "Iㅡ I don't know what you're talking about."

His gaze dropped to my cleavage slightly exposed and he tilted his head. "I think you do. So, tell me. How long did you think about today ever happening? How long did you plan it? You walking into my office during recess and pushing me off the edge? You trying to make me lose my job?" He looked suspicious, his gaze dark as he took another sip of the drink, tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he did so.

Shit.

Yeah, so what? It was all a fucking dare.

I tilted my chin up. "Maybe... maybe I just want some lessons from you. You did promise me more lessons." I kept my voice steady as I told him that.

A low grin spread his lips and he dropped the mug on the table beside me. "That right? You want me to punish you for flunking my test?"

My mouth watered as I stared up at his intimidating build. "Yes."

"That's sir to you," His voice dropped and his hand went to his waist, resting just above his belt buckle.

My core tightened at the dominance in his voice. "Yes sir."

His fingers worked fast on his belt buckle, pulling it through each loop until it was finally off and in his hands.

I was still sitting on the chair, very much aware of how my face was right at his crotch area. My thighs rubbed together, feeling sparks roll through me at the action.

"Pull me out..." He nodded down to his trousers.

Without thinking, I sprang into action, my fingers reaching up as I turned in the chair, my gaze still fixed on him, even as my fingers unzipped his trousers and I dipped my hand into it, wrapping my hand around his meaty flesh.

His face contorted as my hand wrapped around him but he didn't say anything for a second. 

I didn't need to be told. Still sitting like an obedient girl who was eager to please, I pulled him out, shocked at the mere size of his dick. He was hugeㅡ Veins ran along the length of his cock, the head red and dripping precum already. My pussy was beginning to get slick at the sight.

No way this was going to fit in my mouth. I had never even done this before. But still, I tried. I slowly put it in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked on the head of his cock.

Mr Allen let out a hiss, hips bucking into my mouth to force his length deeper but I pulled away, coughing violently.

"You don't pull away until I say so. Your first lesson," He gritted out and before I could say a word, I felt the cold leather of his belt wrap around my neck, pulling me back unto his dick as the belt tightened in a chokehold.

I gagged and coughed as I tried to move my mouth, using my tongue to lick the underside of his cock while trying to catch a breath.

 I coughed around him and he groaned, a hand reached behind me to press my face even deeper into his crotch until my teeth were grazing his pubes, his length hitting the back of my throat.

Oh god.

"Fuck...yes..." He snapped his hips into my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin with each thrust.

My pussy ached for contact and I slid a hand under my skirt, finger rubbing wildly on my clit while I tried not to lose air completely from the brutal mouth fucking I was receiving.

His pace increased and I could feel his dick harden even more in my mouth. He was getting closer to his orgasm.

I began to work overtime, using my free hand to twist and rub at his dick while I hollowed my cheeks even more, sucking on his dick harder, tongue swirling over the head.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway reached me and a very familiar voice boomed through.

"Yes, yes. I'm just about to talk to Mr Allen about it," The person on a call approaching the classroom said.

The principal.

"Shit!" Mr Allen cursed, pulling out of my mouth suddenly as he just loosely pulled his trouser up and his eyes darted to the open space under his table.

I didn't think twice. I bolted behind the desk as he came to sit back on his chair, pulling a stack of books to himself as though he was busy.

The door opened and I heard a sigh of relief. "Mr Allen. I was worried that you would have gone home."

My back was hunched slightly as I curled up under the table, thanking everything that the side of the table where the principal stood was covered by a large wooden board.

He couldn't see me. At least, not until he turned around the table.

My gaze slid to Mr Allen's long legs right in front of my face from where I was hiding and I shut my eyes, my blood rushing in my veins.

Fuck. I was so screwed.

ALLEN'S POV

I flipped through the pages of the document for a second before I shut it, looking up at the principal. "Ah, Mr Dave. I had to finish going through the last test submissions once more. Just to make sure that I wasn't missing anything." The lie rolled off my tongue so easily like silk.

The man looked around the classroom, his gaze fixing on me again. "You're a good man."

I laughed stiffly, clearly aware of the girl who was under my desk.

Yeah, I was definitely going to lose my license and probably get locked up for violating several professor codes.

"I'm flattered. How can I help you, sir?" I asked, gesturing for him to sit on the chair in front of my desk.

He settled, adjusting his belt as his belly creased and folded. "Now, we've received a few complaints. The last professor in charge of the students council just quit his job so I'm looking for a new replacement."

Something in my head clicked. Student council. Brittany was head of the student council.

I leaned back in my chair. "Ohㅡand you're thinking of making me the new head?"

My words trailed off as I felt a light touch on my leg. Immediately I stiffened in my chair, feeling her slender fingers trace lines up my lap until it was drawing soft circles on my thigh.

I resisted the urge to look under the table but the room suddenly felt stuffy. What was she doing?

Mr Dave nodded, the gesture bringing me back to reality. "Precisely. Do you think you can handle it?"

You didn't need to ask me twice.

"Ofcourse."

The smile on his face widened and he dropped a document on the table, pushing it towards me while I scooted closer to the table, staring at the list of clauses I needed to put in mind if I wanted to keep the job.

I pulled it closer, grabbing my pen from the table as I started to look through it and sign it. "Anything else?"

He shrugged. "I also wanted to talk to you about your students. You have exceptional ones. But I noticed a student dropped in gradesㅡ Brittany Jackson? You know her?"

Yes, she was under my table after sucking my dick. But who was going to tell him that?

Instead, I tapped my pen against the mahogany table. "Ah yes, I know her. She had potential andㅡ" I broke off, jerking when I felt hands from under the table reach into my still unzipped pants and wrap around my aching dick.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"You okay?" Mr Dave looked confused at my sudden reaction and I masked my hiss with a cough.

"Yes. Sorry, I think I have the flu andㅡ" I broke off into a forced laugh while I tried not to grip the table when I felt warmth envelop the head of my cock. "ㅡ Jesus Christ, the flu is terrible." I laughed but the sound felt forced.

The principal nodded. "You should take care of yourself."

I bobbed my head fast, leaning my head down for a second like I needed to take a breath but in reality, I met the gaze of Brittany who gave me a mischievous grin, her rosy lips wrapped around the head of my dick.

Fuck, this girl really was minx.

Carefully, I brushed a hand over her cheek before I raised my head up again, forcing a smile. "Don't worry, I'll handle herㅡ" I paused, my nails digging into my palm with self restraint as I felt her teeth graze my dick, tongue wrapped around me like a vice.

I was fucking going insane. The urge to thrust wildly into her mouth overwhelmed me but I kept still, knowing the principal was right in front of me, talking and gesturing wildly.

"ㅡ Mrs Theophanie had two students fail from her class last term. Two, Mr Allen. That was like a huge embarrassment to the school. I remember the parents storming in here mad that the children had flunked their testsㅡ" Mr Dave droned on and on.

"Hm... that's... really terrible," I kept a straight face even as I slightly bucked my hips, making it look like I was simply adjusting in my seat. "How did that um... work out?"

Mr Dave leaned in closer and I did the same too, pushing farther into her wet mouth under my table, feeling the torturous pace of my dick in her mouth, sliding deeper until it brushed against the back of her throat.

I was fucking gone. This was torture. Maddening torture.

"Really terrible," he shook his head.

My lips wobbled and I could feel my eye twitch. "Fuck..." I let out. Then I realized how breathy that sounded so I cleared my throat, trying not to focus on her hand playing with my balls. "That's a bad thing. I can only imagine."

 I was so close. I could feel my balls tightening at every glide of her tongue, at the feel of her fingers fondling with my balls. I had no idea how much longer I could keep up this facade without Mr Dave finding out. What the fuck am I doing?

Suddenly, his phone buzzed and he raised a finger to silence me. No problem there. "Yes?" He stood up, adjusting his tie. "No! Not that one. God, can't I trust you with anything? I'll be right there. No, Alec! Don't touch anything!"

I watched his outburst for a second before my gaze slid to Brittany on her knees taking every inch of me into her small mouth while one hand worked the base of my cock and the other was under her skirt, moving furiously.

Shit.

"Mr Allen?"

I jerked my head up. "Yea?"

He nodded at the document. "You're a gem in this school. I'll see you on Monday, okay?"

"Of course," I forced a grin, a rather painful one at that, and he walked out, placing his phone to his ear again, his voice echoing in the hallway.

As soon as the door shut behind him, the forced grin wiped off my lips and I pulled out of her mouth and dragged her out.

 "Come here," 

She stumbled, her breathing heavy as I hoisted her up to sit on my table, using a hand to push away the documents on my table to the floor. Those could wait.

My lips found hers in an urgency I couldn't decipher, my aching dick hanging freely between us, aching for more than her mouth. I pulled away for a second, using a hand to yank the glasses off before pressing my lips to her again while my hand reached between us to grab my dick. She tasted so fucking good I could get lost in her taste. Her lips so soft and desirable as I kissed her harder, plunging my tongue deeper, to taste her.

"Did you enjoy that, Miss Jackson?" I growled, my voice low as I rubbed the head of my cock against her cunt. "Huh? Getting me in trouble?"

She hissed in pleasure, rolling her eyes and tipping her head back as a breathy moan escaped her. "Mr Allen..."

I stared down as the head of my cock caught in the entrance of her pussy. Shit. I slowly pushed in an inch and then, I pulled out. Her walls were tight around me and she kept muttering incoherent words which weren't helping matters at all.

She was so fucking tight and wet. And it was all for me. All mine. Even if just for a moment.

"When I cum, I'm gonna cum in you. You hear me? I'm not going to hold back because you've been a really good girl, Miss Jackson..." 

And with that, I pushed in fully, her slickness allowing me to do so easily. "Now... it's time for our next lesson."

BRITTANY'S POV

My lips were parted in silent ecstasy as I felt his length deeply embedded into my pussy, his girth stretching my walls perfectly.

I had a lot of boyfriends and did a lot of shit but not once had I ever felt this way. This full.

Not once had I ever wanted to just crawl into someone's skin and stay there forever. Not once did I feel like my pussy was made for someone.

But also, not once did I imagine that I would get fucked on a Friday evening by my professor.

I guess today was a lot of firsts for me.

"Mr Allen..." I breathed, fingers digging into his back as I tried to anchor myself.

His brows were pinched and his gaze dark and gloomy. "Yes? You like that? My dick in you?"

His length brushed a sensitive spot in me and I jerked, nails digging into the shirt he wore. "Yesㅡ Fuck yes..."

He pulled out slowly until just the head of his cock was in me. "But only sluts like cocks in their pussies. Especially when it's their teachers dick. Are you a slut, Miss Jackson?"

Without thinking, I let out an audible moan. "I'm your slut, Mr Allen," I breathed out.

Suddenly, he snapped forward, hips smacking into mine, making me yelp. "My pussy," He growled.

He slid out again and pushed in at a slow torturous pace. "Fuck, your cunt was made just for me..." He grunted, gaze straying to where we were connected. Funny how we think alike. "Feel that?"

I could feel him. He was everywhere. Hitting everything. Making me feel every goddamn thing that I didn't think was possible.

"YesㅡFuckㅡ" My words broke off as his lips swallowed mine again, cutting off my string of curses.

The stubble on his jaw scratched across my skin, sending tingles down my spine, his tongue moving at a languid pace but he still kept thrusting at the same paceㅡ slow and deep.

He would pull out slowly, letting me feel the absence of his dick before he would slam back in, knocking air out of my lungs.

His tongue traced the seam of my lips, asking for entrance and as the tip of his cock hit my cervix, I gasped, lips parting involuntarily but his tongue slipped in all the same.

"Right there. Yes... uhm...harder..." My words were a jumble, eyes rolling to the back of my head as he increased his pace, the front of his hips smacking against me incessantly.

His lips moved away from my lips, tracing open mouthed kisses down my jaw. "You're gonna fail my class again, Miss Jackson?" He grunted, snapping his hips up at another angle to hit deeper, the action making me bounce off the table for a second.

The furniture was already creaking under our weight and actions but I couldn't bring myself to careㅡNot now. Right now, I needed to reach an orgasm.

"No, sir..." I moaned, my finger sliding down from his back to grip his ass that clenched under the intensity of his thrusts. "I won't... oh God..."

He groaned into my neck, his breathing heavy as his hand reached between us to rub at my clit. "You gonna be a good girl, Miss Jackson?"

Blinding pleasure overwhelmed me and I struggled not to black out from the force. "Yes sir..." Tears stung the back of my eyes until I could feel some rolling down my cheek.

It felt good. Too good.

His head raised and he spotted the tear rolling down my cheek. "That's it..." He urged, thumb pressing down on my clit. "C'mon..."

"I think I'm gonnaㅡ"

"No," He warned. "You don't cum until I say so."

A whimper escaped me and my legs were beginning to ache from the position he had me in on his table. "Please sir... please, let me cum..." I pleaded, feeling a sob choke its way up my throat.

I just needed to let go. I justㅡ

"Now, slut. Now!" He groaned, stilling, his balls drawing tight just as my orgasm crashed over me.

My eyes widened and an embarrassingly loud moan escaped me, my vision going black for a second from the force of the orgasm. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for everything he was worth while I bucked my hips to meet his.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, groaning as spurts of his warm seed began to fill me, his hips lazily moving as he rode off his orgasm. "Fuck..." We groaned simultaneously, completely and utterly spent.

He tapped my hips, kissing my neck with a slight grin before he pulled out.

"Fuck..." I whimpered as my legs dangled off the table. "That wasㅡ"

His gaze was fixed between my thighs and I raised my knees to my chest, straining my neck to see as my pussy gaping, a mix of his cum and mine trickling down my thighs. "Shit," I cursed, using a finger to swipe at the sticky cum before I pushed it back into my pussy.

Mr Allen's gaze darkened as he watched me press a finger back into my pussy before I brought it to my lips, keeping eye contact with him as my tongue wrapped around the finger. 

"You little slut," He cursed, tucking himself back into his trousers messily before he was leaning forward, his breath hot against my pussy lips.

My heart thudded in my chest and I leaned back on my elbows, spread on his table while I watched him with hooded eyes.

He gave me a grin before his tongue slid over my clit, tasting his own cum as he cleaned me off.

My whole body shuddered and my breathing became laboured. I was so sensitive, but I didn't mind one bit. "Yes... Fuck..."

He continued to eat me out, his teeth grazing against my clit. "So good..." He hummed, the vibrations shooting down my spine.

"Yes...Yes Sir," I mewled, a stupid grin on my face.

Finally, he stood up, tongue swiping over his lips before he leaned over me and kissed me.

It was nothing like I had ever tasted. He tasted of both of us combined as he slid his tongue into my mouth. "Good girl," He groaned before he pulled away.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding before I shakily sat up on the desk, legs buckling from the aftermath of my orgasm while he fixed his trousers, looping his belt back in place. "So? Is this it?" I managed to ask even though my voice was dry in my throat and my breathing was scrambled.

He gave me a slow long look, gaze dropping to my bare thighs where my skirt had ridden up. "I guess we'll never know, Miss Jackson," He grinned.

My cheeks heated up and I shimmied off the desk, almost crumbling to the floor with how my knees knocked but I steadied myself by gripping the desk. "What does that mean?"

He didn't answer for a second, just adjusted the cuffs of his shirt before he squared his shoulders. "You've been a very good student, Miss Jackson," he pointed out, walking around me to go to his table. "I think I would have to reconsider your grades..."

My lips curled into a smile. "Really?"

He hummed. "Yes..." He placed his hands on the desk. "However, if you fail any other tests. I may have to punish you again. Privately..." His words dropped on the last word.

My core tightened around nothing at his words. I knew what that meant. "Just like today?" I challenged.

Mr Allen picked his glasses from where he had dropped it before he cleaned it. "I don't think so, I think we're done with today's lessons. We would have a new topic another time," he answered vaguely.

Curiosity gnawed at me and I rubbed my thighs together unknowingly. "What lesson?"

Once more, his gaze dropped to my exposed cleavage and the bright red marks on my skin that he had left. "Your ass, Miss Jackson," He said bluntly.

Oh.

Excitement filled me. I had never done anything like that.

"But of course...that's only if you fail a test or something," He brushed it off like it was nothing. "You should get going home, Miss Jackson. You may want to dress more appropriately."

My fingers worked on the buttons of my cloth as I tried to make myself decent, a smile on my face. "I'll see you on Monday, Mr Allen."

He hummed but didn't answer.

I didn't need him to. 

As I walked out into the hallway, my steps wobbly, I grinned to myself.

I could hardly wait for Monday, I was going to fail a lot of testsㅡ and I wanted him to punish me for it.