Page 78 of Teacher's Pet

“You must not really want that A if you’re not hurrying.”

Heat rushed to my face as the cool air hit my bare skin. I crawled toward the pen, my ass swaying with each move, the air grazing me in places that made me shiver.

I could feel him following close behind.

When I reached the pen, I reached for it with my hand, then stopped. Instead, I lowered my head and picked it up with my mouth.

He hummed, approving.

Turning, I held it up. He extended his hand, and I placed the pen in his palm.

“Good boy. Okay. Then… I can give you a B.”

I sat up fast. “What? I need an A.”

He laughed. “An A?”

“Yes, professor. An A.”

He looked me over slowly. “Fine. An A it is… but you’ll have to earn it. Can you handle that?”

I nodded.

“Then crawl over here and earn that A, little blondie.”

I dropped to my knees again and moved toward him. He unzipped himself, freeing his cock, thick, heavy, glistening. Hepumped it once before tugging loose my tie and wrapping it around my eyes.

“You’re clearly too dumb to think for a test. Maybe you can use that head of yours for something else.” His voice was deep, taunting.

“Yes, sir—”

A sharp slap cracked across my face.

“Professor to you,” he corrected.

I groaned as his grip tightened in my hair and he pushed himself into my mouth. I opened wider, forcing myself to take more, to accommodate the weight and length filling my throat.

“Good boy. Bet your dad wouldn’t be happy knowing he paid all that money for college just to see you end up with a cock shoved down your throat like a common whore, huh?”

He moved me like I was nothing but a toy, my lips dragging along his length, his balls brushing my face. I pressed my cheek against them, desperate to keep my control, my thighs trembling.

“Mmh. Seems my class was a waste on you.”

I whimpered.

“Instead of wasting time lecturing you, I should’ve had you under my desk from the start, keeping my cock company.”

Another whimper escaped me as I took him deeper, licking and kissing him like I’d been made for it.

“Fuck,” I breathed against him.

He pulled me off abruptly, leaving me panting, my lips wet, my knees sore against the office floor.

“I’d say that blowjob just bumped you back to a D.”

“Hey—”

He slapped me across the face with his cock, shutting me up. I wasn’t in any position to demand anything.