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"Roman? You in here?"

I immediately pulled my mouth from Mr. Drake's cock with a shocked pop at the sound of my Dad's voice. I covered my mouth as my eyes widened in fear.

Mr. Drake only brought his finger to his lips, seemingly unaffected by my father being just outside the door.

"Ro?" The handle on his private office door jiggled, and I sagged in relief when I realized Mr. Drake had the foresight to lock it.

"Hey, Michael?"

"What are you doing?" I mouthed at him in alarm. He could've easily kept quiet.

Instead, he grinned at me as he clutched his cock again, tapping it against my nose. My eyes narrowed in annoyance,realizing that this infuriating man was getting off on this fucked up scenario.

Well, two could play this game.

"Roman? You okay in there?"

"Yeah, I'm - fuck!"

Mr. Drake - Roman - jerked when he felt my mouth settle over one heavy ball sac. Now it was my turn to grin shamelessly as I flicked my tongue against the groomed sac.

"Are you okay?" My Dad's voice sounded concerned as the door handle jiggled again.

"Yeah, sorry." Roman bit his lip as he watched me, no doubt forcing back a groan. His brow was furrowed in concentration before another low curse spilled from his lips as I pulled the heavy flesh into my mouth and quietly sucked.

"I - uh - spilled liquid on me while I was cleaning out the beakers."

I rolled my eyes in mockery at his fib before moving across to his other sac and mouthing it with the same attention.

"I keep spare clothes here in case this happens. You won't believe the amount of times I've done this." His laugh sounded strangled, but to an outsider, it seemed like the distracted sound of someone completing a task. Like pretending to change into clothes after a fake chemical spill.

"Ah, shit, sorry, man. I'll give you privacy. I just wanted to check if you've seen my daughter. I know this was her last class before lunch, so I thought maybe she stayed back."

Roman's lips twitched in amusement as he rubbed my moving jaw.

This was wrong. I should stop this. My Dad was on the other side of the door asking for me while I was sucking on my teacher's ball sac. I was going to hell.

I buried my face against Roman's crotch, his pubic hairs tickling me. I rubbed my face against the coarse hairs, like a catrubbing up against their owner. I closed my eyes and stroked his long cock against my cheek, up and down, before sticking my tongue out of the corner of my mouth and licking the tip sidewards.

What a way to go.

"Sorry, man. She left with everyone else."

My Dad sighed. "Figured as much. I'll check the courtyard. I forgot to give her lunch money." I heard a tap on the wall before my Dad said, "See ya," and left.

Once we heard his footsteps retreat and the heavy outer door of the classroom close, Roman jerked my head back.

"You dirty fucking girl," he panted as he stroked his dick. "You liked sucking on Daddy's balls while your Dad looked for you?"

"Yessss," I moaned when I heard that forbidden title spill out of his mouth. I noted that he didn't call my Dad 'Daddy,' reserving that name just for him.

"You've been punished enough. Open that slutty mouth and receive your reward."

I obeyed, sticking my tongue out on instinct. I had seen this on a porno once. I now understood its appeal.

"Here it comes...fuuuuck!" He aimed the tip of his dick down on my tongue and coated it with his come.

There was so much of it; it filled my mouth before overflowing down the sides. I watched Roman's face as he released. He grunted throughout his orgasm, his face twisting in pleasure, his mouth pulled back in a grimace.