Teacher's Slutty Pet

I woke up from a very erotic dream to find Professor H stroking my pussy. The ghost of the dream still lingered in my mind, making me feel hot all over. I spread my legs wider and Professor H settled between them.

"Did you have a bad dream?" His voice was low. "Do you need my cock to make you feel better?"

I shook my head. "It was a good dream, but I do need your cock."

He chuckled. "I'm happy to help out."

I gasped as he entered me, stretching me deliciously. I would never get tired of the feeling of his thick cock sliding into me.

He moved slowly, his body covering mine. Mrs H was asleep next to us, her arm thrown over her eyes. I loved how Professor H fucked me while his wife slept next to us.

"What was your dream about, baby?" Professor H whispered. "You can tell me."

I hesitated, but then decided to tell him. The dream had been so hot--and it was something I wanted to explore, so this was a perfect opportunity to find out whether Professor H was willing to explore this with me.

"I dreamed that I was a student and I was sent to the head teacher's office. He was angry with me for something I'd done wrong."

Just talking about it made me hot again. I arched my back to try and take Professor H deeper inside me. His slow strokes were perfect for this moment, satisfying my need to be filled, but not pushing me close to the edge yet. I wanted to tell my story first.

Professor H's voice was hoarse with lust. "What did the head teacher do?"

"He told me to lift up my skirt. I wasn't wearing any underwear and he made me bend over his table. My ass was exposed."

My pussy tightened as I told the story. I felt again the deep ache I had felt in the dream, the anticipation of something amazing about to happen.

"He told me I'd been a bad girl and needed to be punished." My heart raced. "He started spanking me. It hurt, but I loved it. It made me really wet."

Professor H chuckled. "I know. You woke me up with your moans, so I knew I had to take care of you. What else happened in the dream?"

My breath came out in gasps. Despite taking it slow, I felt close to an orgasm already. My pussy clamped around Professor H's cock, drawing him deeper inside me.

"Oh fuck... After spanking me, the head teacher fucked me. Hard. He slammed me against the desk and held the back of my head so I couldn't move. And then..." I was barely able to continue. My head swam with arousal and need.

"And then what?" Professor H's voice was low. "Tell me, Zoe."

"And then he grabbed me and took me over to the other end of the room. He tied me up and fucked me relentlessly. When he was done, he kept me tied up and let all his colleagues come and fuck me whenever they wanted. I was powerless to do anything."

Professor H's groan told me he found the story hot as well. I couldn't see him in the dark, but his rock hard cock was enough evidence of his arousal. I'd expected him to fuck me harder following my confession, but he kept his strokes slow and deliberate. It drove me wild. I wanted to reach between us and rub my clit, but I kept my hands where they were. I was close to coming anyway.

"Would you like to be punished, Zoe?"

"Oooohh yeah..." I breathed. "Please make me come."

He stilled inside me. "Answer the question, baby. Would you like me to tie you up and spank you?"

"Yes, oh god yes."

"Good girl."

He kissed my neck and resumed fucking me in the same maddeningly slow manner. His weight was heavy on me. Not crushingly so, but heavy enough that I couldn't adjust the angle of our fucking. I imagined this was what being tied up felt like. All I could do was lie there and let him fuck me. It was so hot, I loved every minute of it.

Professor H seemed to grow even harder and I could tell from his breathing that he was getting close to coming. As much as what he was doing felt heavenly, I hadn't come yet and I suddenly worried he'd have an orgasm before me. I needed more friction either on my clit or my G-spot, but I couldn't get either. Worrying about not coming took me completely out of the mood and I felt more and more frustrated, which didn't help either. Professor H groaned and then I could feel his cum filling me up.

When he rolled off me, I felt deflated and still very aroused. My pussy throbbed and I thought I'd have to get my toys to get myself off, but as Professor H lay down next to me, he slid his fingers inside my sopping pussy. His thumb strummed my clit. A shudder rang through me as he pushed all the right buttons for me. Without speaking, he worked my pussy relentlessly until the convulsions started deep inside me and I groaned with the impact of my orgasm.

Stroking me softly, he held me as I slowly came down from my orgasm, then kissed me before pushing his fingers between my lips. I sucked greedily, savouring the taste of our combined juices.

Smiling indulgently, he pulled his fingers out of my mouth. "Such a greedy slut. Now go to sleep again."

I tried, but I couldn't. Although my body was satisfied for now, my thoughts churned. I had told Professor H about my dream, but he hadn't suggested we'd do anything about my desire to be tied up and spanked. He'd only confirmed that that was what I actually wanted. Did that mean he'd surprise me one day? I didn't really like the thought of that. I found it much nicer to be able to anticipate what he'd be planning.

As I turned on my other side with a sigh, I saw that Mrs H was awake too. She smiled sleepily and slid her hand between my legs. "Did Jack fuck you again?"

I nodded. "I had a dream."

"Feeling better now?"

"Yes."

She slid a slender finger inside me, letting it just rest there. "He's filled you up nicely. You're such a good girl for taking his cum so well."

I flushed. I loved it when she called me a good girl. "I love doing it."

Pressing another finger inside me, she twisted them around. "I know you do, darling. You're a delight. Are my fingers okay or do you want something more substantial?"

"You mean..."

"I can get out the glass dildo again."

I considered her offer. I loved being fucked with the glass dildo, but I was also getting sleepy. It was nice to hover between wakefulness and sleep with her fingering me.

"I like it like this."

She smiled. "Me too. My fingers feel so good inside you."

I moaned my response and closed my eyes as I let her finger me to another orgasm.

***

Mrs H went to meet some friends and Professor H had retreated to his study to do some work, or so he said. I was lying in the shade trying to read a book, but my concentration was shot. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had told Professor H and how aroused he'd become. I desperately wanted him to put my confession into action, but he hadn't mentioned anything. I thought about Mrs H telling me it was okay for me to initiate sex whenever I wanted to. Maybe this was a time when I should take the initiative. I could go to the study and tempt the professor into punishing me. Especially if I looked like a school girl, the way I'd had when he'd first fucked me.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Unable to sit still any longer, I went upstairs and looked for the outfit Mrs H had made me wear when she'd helped me seduce Professor H. The weather was a touch too warm for clothes, but it would help my confidence--and the roleplaying. As I braided my hair, I tried to figure out the best time to seek out Professor H. I didn't want to disturb him while he worked, but I didn't want to wait ages for him to be done either. I was hot and impatient. But I didn't want him to be truly mad at me, just pretend.

As I checked myself out in the mirror, I heard the door to the study open. Professor H came out and went downstairs. I waited a little longer, hoping he'd go back up, as what I had in mind would work best if Professor H was in his study. Sure enough, a few minutes later his footsteps came up the stairs again and he disappeared into the study. That was my cue.

I crept downstairs and made my way to his study. The door was ajar and I peeked in. Professor H was staring out the window, clearly bored with whatever he was doing. Smiling, I hiked my skirt up a notch and pushed the door open wider.

Professor H looked up as I came in, a frown on his face. "Is everything okay, Zoe?"

My heart pounded. What if he wasn't in the mood for this? But in this get-up I was already committed, so there was no going back. Twirling the end of my braid, I dipped my head. "Sorry, Professor, I shouldn't have disturbed you. That was naughty of me."

He opened his mouth to reply, then narrowed his eyes, taking in my outfit. "You're right, you shouldn't have disturbed me. What were you thinking?"

I shuffled my feet and clasped my hands behind my back, pushing my breasts forward. "I don't know, I'm sorry. I...I think you may need to punish me."

My face felt like it was on fire. Praying that he'd be up for this as well, I bit my lip as I looked up at him. His eyes were unreadable. Stroking his jaw, he kept looking at me until I felt I'd dissolve on the spot. Willing my feet to stand still, I waited for his response.

When he spoke, his voice trembled a little. "You're right, Zoe, you're a very naughty girl. And you know what happens to naughty students, don't you?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

"It gives me no pleasure to punish you, but I can't have you interrupting me."

My breath hitched. "Yes, sir."

"Come here, Zoe."

Now that I knew he was willing to play along, I was suddenly frightened. What if he hurt me too much? What if I only liked this in theory but hated it once we started going? Taking a deep breath, I moved towards him.

When I stood in front of him, he got up. "That skirt is much too short for a decent student." He cupped my ass and squeezed. "And no underwear? That's wholly against the regulations."

I looked at the floor, trembling with excitement. "Yes, sir."

"Bend over the desk, Zoe. I will need to teach you a lesson."

I moved towards the desk, but as I passed him, he stopped me. In one fluid motion he ripped open my shirt. My breasts spilled out, the nipples already hard peaks.

"No bra either? You're a bit of a rebel, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry, sir."

He reached out and tweaked my nipples. "You shouldn't walk around like this, flaunting your body to everyone. You never know who might take advantage of a naive student like you. Not everyone can resist perky young breasts like yours."

"Yes, sir." It was more like a moan than a sentence. My pussy was dripping with need. Who knew the professor would be so good at this roleplaying?

"Bend over."

I did as he asked, my nipples brushing the table top. I resisted rubbing them on the wood. My body was on fire, my raging hormones making me ready to endure whatever punishment the professor wanted to dole out.

He stood behind me and lifted my skirt. Sliding his hand over my ass, he dipped two fingers between my thighs. I groaned as he slid them through my wet folds.

"Just as I thought, you're a needy whore." His voice was low. "This is not the behaviour we expect from students at our school. I'll make you change your behaviour before I'm done with you."

Oh fuck, why was this so hot? I tried to stand still, but couldn't help wriggling my ass. Without warning, a blow landed on my left ass cheek. Professor H had used the full flat of his hand to spank me. I yelped and shot up, but he roughly pushed me back onto the table.

"Stay still as I punish you. For every time you get up, you'll get ten more spanks. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Another blow landed on my right ass cheek. I yelped again, but forced myself to stay still. The edge of the table dug into my thighs.

"Good girl, you didn't move."

Two more slaps landed on my ass. My skin felt hot and sore, but in a wonderful, delicious way. It surprised me how wet this was making me. Not just the roleplaying, but also the spanking.

Professor H ran the flat of his hand over my ass, soothing the burning skin. In the following movement, he slapped my ass again, as hard as before. I couldn't help but groan. I placed my hands flat on the desk, trying to ground myself so as not to move. I couldn't imagine having to endure another ten spanks like this.

"Are you going to be a better girl now?" Another slap.

"Yes, Professor," I moaned.

Suddenly he pushed my legs apart and shoved two fingers inside me. "You're lying. You're sopping wet, you slut. Does this get you off?"

"Yes, sir."

"I guess I'll just have to give you what you want, don't I? Don't move."

The sound of him unzipping his pants threatened to undo me. My legs shook as he grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into the tender skin of my ass. Without ceremony, his cock breached my entrance and he forced himself inside.

"Professor!" I gasped.

He shoved me back onto the table. "Slutty students like you should be taken care of. Maybe once you've been fucked hard enough you'll mend your slutty ways."

His voice was gruff, and the tension in my belly ratcheted up a notch. I liked this version of him. I loved the way he held me in place and the way he fucked me as if he had a score to settle. With every thrust, he pushed me harder against the table, making me groan with lust, pain and pleasure. I loved how hard he thrust against my cervix, how he didn't seem to care whether I came or not. He ignored my clit and my G-spot and just used me for his pleasure.

My first orgasm hit me quick and hard, making me gasp with the force of it. Professor H ignored my whimpers and kept fucking me. Everything felt intense: the way his body slapped against the sore skin of my ass; the way the edge of the table dug into my thighs; the way my nipples pressed against the hard wooden desk; the way his cock speared me, almost splitting me in half. I moaned and cried and gasped, but there was no respite from the onslaught of his lust. I came, and came again, almost blacking out from the overwhelming sensations. Only his hand on the back of my neck and the table beneath me kept me from sliding to the floor.

And then, finally, he pulled out of me and shot his load all over my back. When he'd emptied himself, he wiped his cock on the inside of my thigh and hauled me to my feet. I teetered on shaky legs as he pulled me to one of the arm chairs in the room. Without speaking, he shoved me down and kicked my feet apart so my pussy was full on display. He didn't seem to care that his cum rubbed onto the back of the chair.

I was grateful to be seated, but my relief didn't last long. Professor H pulled a length of rope from his desk and started tying me up. This was what I'd fantasised about for so long, but now that he was actually helping me live out my fantasy, I was suddenly very nervous. I knew I'd only have to say the word and he'd untie me, but I didn't want to. I wanted to endure whatever he had planned for me.

When he'd secured my arms and legs, he checked to make sure that there was still enough blood flow. Then he left me and sat back at his desk.

I was in full view of him, which excited me. He put me on display so he could enjoy the sight of me tied up and willing. My pussy was sore from his rough treatment, but I was still wet. My juices seeped out of me, staining the chair. He ignored me, though, and continued working.

After a while, I was getting bored. I was still horny, but it seemed like he had forgotten about me. I was just starting to wonder if I should say something when the doorbell rang.

Without giving me so much as a glance, he got up and went downstairs.

Just when I'd had about enough of being tied to the chair, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Two pairs of footsteps. My heart beat a silly staccato when I heard them coming towards the study. Then the door opened and Professor H came in, followed by a man I recognised from the first dinner party. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, his face slack with surprise. I kept my face impassive, but my pussy twitched with excitement. This was more like it!

Professor H sat down at his desk and after a moment's hesitation, the man took place opposite the desk.

"So this is the outline of the summer program," Professor H said, handing the man a sheet of paper.

I could tell the man tried hard to pay attention, but with a naked young woman within arm's reach, he was having trouble concentrating. I hid a smirk as I shifted my hips as much as the restraints allowed.

Professor H droned on and the man eventually made some comments as well. It all sounded boring, but I knew Professor H wouldn't have brought someone upstairs if he didn't have a wicked plan with them.

Sure enough, after about ten minutes of talking, Professor H got up. The man followed suit.

"Would you care for a drink, Stefan?" Professor H asked.

Stefan glanced in my direction. Professor H followed his gaze and smirked. "I see you're eyeing our slut. Would you like to try her? She's real nice and tight."

A sound between a gasp and a moan escaped me. I was so depraved for loving this kind of talk!

Stefan licked his lips. "I'd love to give her a go, if you don't mind."

The professor waved in my direction. "Be my guest. Join me downstairs when you're done. Enjoy."

Stefan stood in front of me, looking down on me with a greedy expression on his face. He stroked his groin as his eyes traveled down my body to my exposed pussy. Without saying anything, he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. He was already hard, and I was relieved to see he wasn't huge. I was still sore from Professor H's treatment, so I'd been worried about him being too big.

Stefan leaned over me and pushed my legs further apart. He rubbed his cock over my pussy, coating it in my juices. Then he positioned himself at my hot entrance and slowly pushed himself inside.

I groaned as he filled me up, his cock hitting all the right spots. Keeping his hands on my thighs, he started fucking me. He didn't look at me, but kept his gaze on my pussy, watching his cock disappear inside me. Like the professor, he didn't seem to care about my pleasure at all, but just used me for his. That made me so hot, I thought I'd burst into flames. My pussy clamped around his cock, but I didn't come. Not yet, at least.

He seemed to enjoy taking his time. Every time I was close to coming, he held off, slowed down or made sure his cock didn't touch my G-spot. I wasn't even sure how he knew I was close, but without fail he held off as soon as I could feel the tiniest of contractions deep inside me.

I was getting frustrated and desperate for an orgasm, but the restraints made it impossible for me to move and try to get more friction. Meanwhile, his cock hardened and swelled the longer he fucked me until he finally pulled out of me with a groan and spilled his cum all over my belly. Then he straightened up and fixed his clothes.

My body felt on fire but there was nothing I could do to relieve the intense ache between my legs. I was damned if I was going to beg for an orgasm, though. I could hold out.

Or so I thought. As he turned to leave, my nerve failed me and I called after him. "What about me?"

He sneered at me. "What about you? Jack said you were just a hole for me to use, he never said anything about your pleasure."

He was right, and that was how I'd liked it. But that had been when I thought I'd be allowed to have an orgasm. I didn't need him to try and give me an orgasm, but he'd deliberately denied me one.

I didn't say anything, though. I wasn't sure whether his sneer had been part of his act or whether he really thought that little of me. Tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked them away.

Stefan turned back to me and knelt in front of the chair. "You thought I'd care if you had an orgasm?"

He shoved two fingers inside me and ground his palm against my clit. I nearly wept with relief as he started working my pussy with his fingers.