Teacher's Pet

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Morgan Hawke

Chastity Debauched: Teacher’s Pet

Tutored in Fellatio.

For Dr. Spankenstein

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he yellow message slip clutched in Chastity’s fingers stated that she had a meeting with the substitute teacher for Advanced English at the end of the school day. Chastity had no idea why he wanted to see her; she wasn’t in any of his classes. She hoped that this meeting wouldn’t take long; she needed to catch the bus, or face a long walk home. Nervously, Chastity tucked a long lock of her hiplength strawberry-blonde hair behind one ear. She glanced at her reflection in the school’s window, then grimaced at her disheveled appearance. She took a quick moment to tuck her pale pink button-down blouse neatly into the waistband of her snug, hiphugging jeans. “Mr. DuLong?” Chastity said softly as she pushed open the classroom door. She stepped inside the classroom, then gently closed the door and walked 1

Teacher's Pet toward the side of the teacher’s desk, where he sat in profile. The substitute teacher for advanced English sat with his back to the blackboard, facing the rows of student desks and the back of the room. His head bowed over his book-strewn desk as he busily graded papers. He was completely oblivious to Chastity’s presence. She froze in her tracks as she got a good look at him. Oh, my God, she mouthed silently in shock. I never had a substitute teacher that looked this good! Mr. DuLong’s long gray-streaked, black hair fell in a neat tail down his back to end below his shoulder blades. The pristine starched fabric did nothing to hide the strength of his very broad shoulders. The crisp white of his dress shirt was unbuttoned at the throat and contrasted sharply with the rich golden tan of his skin. The sleeves were rolled up over dark golden forearms knotted with long sinews. The elegant fingers of his strong hands shuffled papers. He belongs in the movies...She watched, breathless, as he adjusted his round glasses with a long finger. How come I never get substitute teachers like this for my classes? Chastity thought with envy. She’d been hearing her classmates mooning about the gorgeous English teacher all day. She had thought they were exaggerating. “Ah, you must be Chastity,” he said, looking up from his papers with a distracted smile. The light reflected off his round glasses, hiding his eyes completely, but not the strong masculine planes of his face and his expressive, sensual mouth. 2

Morgan Hawke Oh, God, his smile is beautiful, too. Her mind practically shut down as a warm liquid sensation uncurled and thickened, hardening her nipples and spreading moisture in her panties. “You wanted to see me?” Chastity flipped a long lock of her hair as she stood before the unbelievably handsome highschool teacher’s desk. “At least you are on time,” he said with a glance at his watch. “Please, come in.” His deep rich voice had an exotic British accent that made the hair on Chastity’s arms stand up in stirring awareness. God, I could listen to this guy talk all day, she thought as she hugged her class books to her ample chest to hide her hardened nipples. “Yes. I have an assignment for you to complete by the end of this week.” His graceful fingers reached for a manila folder sitting to one side of his books. Picking up an elegant gold pen, he flipped open the folder and made a notation. “An assignment?” Chastity was confused. I’m not in any of his classes, so why would he have an assignment for me? “Yes. According to my records, your education is woefully lacking in one area in particular. I hope to help you, by tutoring you for an hour, after school, every day this week. As you know, I am only a substitute teacher, so my time, and yours, is limited.” “But, I’m a good student, I don’t need a tutor! Mr. DuLong, I can’t,’ she stammered in dismay. “Not after school, I mean, I have a bus to catch to get home.” “A ride home has been arranged for you. Your 3

Teacher's Pet parents were called this afternoon, and will be expecting you later.” “My parents? The school called my parents?” “To continue, if I may?” he said in a brisk tone, his brow sharply raised at a sharp angle. “We will begin each lesson with a quiz, and end with a test. Should you complete your assignment to my satisfaction earlier than planned, you will, of course, be excused from all other tutorial sessions.” “What are you…am I supposed to...What am I learning?” “Hmm, spirit,” he said thoughtfully, then adjusted his glasses carefully. “To begin with, you may begin all questions by addressing me as Sir or Mr. DuLong. All other outbursts will be punished.” “Sir?” she squeaked. Punished? she thought in rising alarm. What the hell is going on here? “You will be learning fellatio: the art of bringing a man to climax without coition.” He shoved back the chair and it howled obscenely loud in the empty classroom. Chastity stared blankly. Coition? What the hell is that? He gave her a small condescending smile. “In case you didn’t get that, coition is intercourse or sex, and fellatio is the technique of pleasuring a man—with your mouth.” He rose from behind the desk, then stepped toward her. He wants me to learn what? she thought in confusion and stepped back from him. “Shall we begin?” he asked pleasantly. “No way!” she snapped, her teeth clicking together 4

Morgan Hawke in sudden outrage. “There is no way I’m sucking anyone’s dick!” She turned and fled toward the door. If she was quick, she could still catch the bus home. “Stop,” he commanded. Chastity froze in mid-step, her hand on the doorknob. “You may not realize this, but I will be grading your senior-class mid-term exam in English at the end of this week.” Oh shit. Chastity thought as her throat closed in fear. “If you choose not to complete this assignment,” he said softly, “I guarantee that you will fail your English exam.” “That’s blackmail, you asshole,” Chastity said through clenched teeth while staring at the door. She could feel the jaws of the trap close around her. She glanced over her shoulder at Mr. DuLong. “Why, yes, it is,” he said quietly, with a feral smile. “Isn’t there a rule about teachers having sexual relations with students?” Chastity turned to face him, her books clenched protectively in front of her in a white-knuckled grip. “You may report me if you like. However, I guarantee that you will fail your exam. You may be absolutely assured that I will make arrangements for it.” Oh God, now what do I do? Chastity thought in desperation. I need to pass that exam! He had her trapped, and he knew it. “You filthy, perverted, son of a bitch,” she swore softly. “Language, young lady.” He pulled a wooden 5

Teacher's Pet chair from beside his desk and set the back against the front of his desk. “I see that we are going to have to begin with a lesson in respect for your instructor.” He unbuckled his belt, and slid the leather strap from the belt loops. “Come here.” Chastity broke out in a sudden cold sweat, and stared as Mr. DuLong folded his belt in half, gripping both ends in his fist. “Now,” his voice snapped coldly. Chastity jumped in fright, then slowly walked over to stand by the chair. “Very good,” he said softly. “Place your books on one of the student desks, face the back of this chair and drop your slacks and panties to your knees. Bend over and grasp the back of this chair, keeping your knees together and slightly bent.” Chastity stared at him in shock. He’s not serious? Mr. DuLong tilted his head slightly to one side. “You can leave at any time. However, I guarantee that your grades will suffer.” A small smile curved his lips. Oh my God, he is serious! With shaking hands, Chastity dropped her books on the desk, then faced the back of the chair. This sucks! I’m being blackmailed to have sex with a teacher! She glanced up at him. An amazingly handsome teacher…Her jaw clenched. Who also happens to be a sick, perverted bastard! Refusing to look at him, she numbly unbuckled her jeans, then opened them. “One moment, please.” Chastity froze with her hands on her jeans. Mr. DuLong reached out and cupped the fullness of one 6

Morgan Hawke breast through the thin material of her pink blouse and her lace bra. She flinched and turned her face away. His thumb slid over the slight prominence of her nipple, bringing the small nubbin to sudden sharp erection. He stroked his thumb over her nipple again, then again. Small bolts of excitement streaked straight down to her core with every stroke of his thumb. What the hell is wrong with me? Chastity pressed her lips to keep a small hiss of pleasure from escaping her lips. How is this asshole turning me on when I know he’s going to hit me with that belt in just a second? She could feel moisture forming in her panties. She glanced up and noticed a look of interest on his face. “Even the threat of punishment has not dimmed your latent ardor,” he said sounding pleased. He released her breast abruptly, and she expelled the breath she hadn’t realized that she’d been holding. “You may continue.” He nodded, motioning toward the positioned chair. Chastity turned away, dragging her faded jeans and cotton panties down to her knees. The air was cool on the skin of her bared ass. She leaned forward and grabbed the back of the chair. Her knees locked together in an attempt to protect her exposed and vulnerable feminine cleft. She looked over her shoulder at Mr. DuLong. “Very good,” he said crisply. “Bend your knees just a little. Excellent. From now on, when you are told to assume the position, this is precisely what you will do and you will not move from this position until you are told to do so. Is this understood?” “Yes,” Chastity ground out. She heard a short 7

Teacher's Pet whistle of air, then heard a loud crack. She yelped as a streak of fire erupted on her ass. Tears started in her eyes and she writhed with the burning pain. “Yes, what?” he asked pleasantly. “Yes, sir!” she choked out. Jezuz! That hurt! she thought, fiercely fighting her tears. “Do not move from your position, as I do not wish to miss and strike something tender,” he said sharply. “This is the punishment you will receive for disobedience and disrespect. Let us hope that you are a quick study, as punishment takes precious time from your lessons. For your earlier transgressions in disrespect, I am going to strike you five more times.” Five more times? thought Chastity, oh my God! He’s going to kill me! “As I strike you, you will count each blow, out loud. Is this understood?” “Yes, sir,” she said. You fucking asshole, she thought. “This classroom is at the far end of the wing, feel free to scream if you like.” She heard the telltale whistle of the strap and pain seared the other cheek of her ass. She threw up her head and bit back a yelp, hissing in pain but otherwise did not move. “One,” she choked out. “One, sir.” She pressed her forehead into her arm as tears of humiliation tumbled from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. “Very, very good,” he murmured. The strap fell quickly, one blow after the other in quick succession. Each strike was exactly as hard as the one before it, and each spaced carefully on her ass. Chastity flinched at each, then counted aloud. 8

Morgan Hawke “Five, sir,” Chastity finally said, in a voice that broke. Oh, God, there is no way I’m gonna to be able to sit tonight, my ass is on fire! “Hmm,” he said thoughtfully, then she felt his cool palm on her burning welts. “It seems that you mark easily.” Chastity heard the satisfaction in his voice. That asshole likes beating me! she thought in indignation. “Hopefully, this lesson will not have to be repeated,” he said firmly. His fingers continued to explore the marks he had made, then gently slid into the crevice that split her ass cheeks and pressed lightly on the puckered ring of her anus. Chastity hunched her shoulders in humiliation but held her place. “While your feminine hair is quite attractive,” he continued, “you will shave it off tonight, and keep it off. Also, for expedience, you will wear skirts for the remainder of your lessons and forego panties of any kind. Is this understood?” “Yes, sir.” Chastity turned her head and wiped the tears on her cheeks against her arm, but did not release the chair. She did not want to give this maniac any excuse to beat her more. Abruptly his fingers slid further down and stroked lightly against the plump outer lips of her sex, discovering the moisture that was sliding down her thighs. Chastity couldn’t stop a sudden shiver of expectation. He plunged two fingers into her wet core. To her shame her body contracted hungrily around his invading fingers, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. 9

Teacher's Pet “Well, well…” He chuckled in delighted surprise. “It seem that you enjoyed this little session as much as I.” He pulled his fingers from her body, then stood next to her. “I’m looking forward to our lessons together, Chastity,” he said with menacing softness. “I personally hope that you will take the entire week.” She glanced at him and suddenly noticed that his black dress pants were tented with a heavy erection bulging only inches from her face. Jeezus, he’s got a hard-on from hitting me! She bit her lip. Shit, to be honest, I’m all wet from him doing it too. What the hell is happening to me? Am I perverted too? “You may rise and pull your slacks up,” he said without looking at her. “turn the chair around to face my desk, and sit.” She watched as he moved away to take his seat behind his desk, then opened the file and made a notation. What the hell is he writing? She straightened and bit her lip from the ache in the small of her back and the burning marks on her butt. Tentatively, she touched the heated stripes on her ass, then pulled her pants up, flinching as her panties and jeans came in painful contact with the marks. She closed them without tucking in her shirt, then hauled the chair around to face the desk. She looked at the hard wooden seat. I have to sit on this? She glanced up to see him watching her impassively, the light reflected brightly on his glasses hiding his eyes completely. Pure stubbornness made her take the seat, then smile. She shifted to find a less painful position, but there didn’t seem to be one. “You will apologize for your indiscretion and 10

Morgan Hawke thank me for the discipline I administered,” a small smile curved his lips. He looked down at the file he held. He wants me to what? Chastity’s mouth fell open in surprise. He wants me to apologize to him—when he just finished beating me with a belt? Mr. DuLong looked up with a raised brow and tapped one finger by the belt that lay folded neatly by his hand. The threat was obvious: obey or be punished. Chastity sucked in a breath, in sudden terror. “Uh, I’m sorry, sir,” she began. He nodded encouragement. “I’m sorry for my uh, indiscretion. And uh, thank you, sir, for your, uh, discipline, sir.” “Graceless, but it will do…” There was a look of amusement on his face. “I accept your apology. Now according to your records, you had your first act of coition at the end of last week.” Coition? She blinked. My first act of sex? She felt her cheeks flooding with heat. How the hell did he know that? Chastity thought in alarm, gripping the seat of the chair with white knuckles. “It is also noted that you had your first experience seeing and touching a penis at that time.” He scribbled busily in the folder. “At least I will not have to re-train you out of any particular bad habits,” he commented dryly. “However, I will need to quiz you on what you are familiar with. Take this.” He handed her a piece of paper and a pencil. “Go to the desk directly behind you, and write down all the different parts of the penis that you know.” This has got to be some kind of sick joke. thought 11

Teacher's Pet Chastity as she rose from the chair. Sitting at a student desk with the beating still fresh on her ass was a whole new form of torture, but she did it, then faced the blank sheet of paper. She thought back to her sex education class, but couldn’t remember any of the proper names for the different parts. After a few moments of writing, she looked up to see Mr. DuLong rise from his desk. She swallowed hard as he walked over to her. I just know this is going to be humiliating… He took the paper from under her fingers and sighed. “It seems that we must begin with the basics.” He crumpled up the paper, then walked over toward the chalkboard and motioned to her. Chastity rose from the student desk and followed him. “Bring your chair and sit over here.” He pointed to a spot by his chair. “I suggest you pay close attention as there will be a test at the end of this class.” Chastity carried the heavy chair to where he pointed and sat. “Very good. Now observe.” He unfastened his dress pants, unzipped the fly and shrugged them to his knees. His rigid and engorged cock lunged out and pointed straight at her from a forest of dark curls, only inches from her face. His lightly furred ball sack hung like two ripe plums as he widened his stance. The head of his cock was a deep angry purple, and the hard dark ivory shaft was knotted with swollen veins. He may be a sicko, but God, his dick is beautiful, thought Chastity as she stared hungrily. “This,” he said pointing to his cock head, “is called the glans. As you can see, in a state of erection the 12

Morgan Hawke blood fills the head, creating this color. The flared edge is very sensitive to sensations, so the tongue works particularly well on the glans. A man who is overly sensitive on the glans itself can be similarly stimulated by applying the tongue at its base, underneath, where the glans begins,” he said, pointing to a spot on the underside where the head formed a vee. “I am uncircumcised, so this,” he said, taking himself in hand and shifting the outer skin wrapping the shaft of his penis, “is my foreskin. It should be noted, that men who are uncircumcised will normally be far more sensitive, as circumcision removes this protective covering and causes some insensitivity.” Chastity swallowed. This is just too weird. I can’t tell if I’m in Sex Ed., Biology class or Perversion 101, she thought. “By gently moving the foreskin over the penis,” he continued, “you can easily stimulate erection. This,” he said, lifting his penis up so that she could see the underside, “is the urethra.” He pointed to what looked like a long thick vein, running up the length of the underside of his cock. “This is the tube that both urine and semen travels through. Seminal fluid is pumped from the testicles.” He used his other hand to lift his balls, “Which are inside the scrotum.” He moved the wrinkled skin. I’ve decided, Chastity thought to herself. Definitely Perversion 101. She squeezed her legs together. And it’s turning me on. “Applying your mouth to the scrotum over the testicles can bring pleasure, but pressure must be 13

Teacher's Pet applied carefully. Avoid squeezing the testicles against each other.” I don’t believe this, but I want to put his balls in my mouth and taste them, Chastity thought in heated confusion. They look so...succulent. Like bizarre fruit. God! What is wrong with me? She licked her dry lips. “The juncture where the scrotum joins the underside of the penis is heavily populated with nerve endings, so a skilled tongue or lips can bring great pleasure by applying it here. Also,” Mr. DuLong continued unabated, “if you apply pressure with your thumb firmly on this same spot over the urethra, you can delay a man from ejaculating.” I want to touch him, Chastity thought, taking a deep, steadying breath. She leaned a hair closer and realized that a warm and interesting musky scent was coming from him. She wrinkled her nose. The smell reminded her of semen, but there was something else, something that made her pussy suddenly contract with hunger. He noticed her face and smiled. “Ah, the odor you are noticing is a pheromonebased scent, rather like a musk, that men produce and release through the skin. It is also released from a gland located in the foreskin that delivers a more concentrated and semen-based essence. The gland is removed through circumcision. It works as a type of perfume aphrodisiac.” I think it’s working too, thought Chastity. I can’t wait to get out of here so I can masturbate and give myself some relief. “When applying the skill of fellatio, it is important to remember to use plenty of lubricant, such as saliva, 14

Morgan Hawke or a purchased lubricant that is water-based. Never use a petroleum-based lubricant for fellatio.” He stopped. Chastity suddenly realized that he was waiting for some kind of response. “Um, yes, no petroleum-based lubricants for, um, fellatio, sir!” Mr. DuLong nodded. “To continue, apply steady pressure with the lips, use the tongue to magnify sensations, and the teeth should only be used with extreme discretion.” Mr. DuLong took a deep breath and sat in his chair, his erection standing proudly from his lap. “Are you ready for your test Chastity?” “Sir?” she asked. Oh God, I hope I remembered all that technical stuff. “To pass the test, you must apply all the information I just gave you. If you are successful, then you may leave to return tomorrow afternoon. Should you fail your test, then you will assume the position and submit to three strikes before you will be permitted to leave. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” “You also have a second option.” “Sir?” “You may try to pass the complete exam.” He smiled, then dropped his eyes, making the round lenses of his glasses catch the glare from the overhead lights. “To pass your exam, you must bring me to climax,” he said softly. If you are successful in bringing me to climax, then you will have no more classes beyond this one.” “Sir,” she began, glancing at the strap by his hand, 15

Teacher's Pet “are you saying that if I pass the test, I go home and return tomorrow, and if I make you cum, then that’s it? No more for the week, and you won’t flunk my English exam?” “Correct. However,” he continued with a raised brow and a cold smile, “should you fail the exam, then you will immediately assume the position and submit to three strikes, and then my possession of your sweet cunt. And you will return to be tutored tomorrow afternoon. Think it over and choose carefully.” Chastity’s brow wrinkled in thought. I can’t take this every day for the rest of the week, he’ll kill me. She looked up at the waiting instructor. Smug bastard. Of course, he probably has no idea that Molly has been telling me a thing or two about deep-throat. I just hope to God that I can swallow him without choking too badly. “Are there any restrictions on how I do this?” “You may not take me into your body anywhere other than your mouth. This is the only restriction.” I can deal with that, Chastity thought. “What is your choice, Chastity?” “Mr. DuLong, I want to try to pass the exam,” Chastity said with grim determination. I’ll make you cum if it kills me. “Excellent.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy metal ring. “This is a cock-ring.” He put it over the head of his cock, pushing it down until it snugly encircled the base and pressed against his balls. “The cock-ring will keep me from climaxing too soon, this way it will be a true test of your actual skill.” 16

Morgan Hawke That’s cheating! thought Chastity in alarm. God, he is such an asshole! “Shall we begin?” Mr. DuLong leaned back and placed his hands on the arms of his chair. Chastity nodded, then stood. With a grim smile, she locked her eyes on Mr. DuLong’s face. Molly had told her that the best way to take control of a man’s sex drive was with eye contact and a smile. She hoped to God that Molly’s little lectures actually worked; she did not want to be beaten, again, by this maniac, and she certainly didn’t want to be fucked by him, no matter how wet her panties got at the thought. He might be cute, but there was no getting over the fact that he was one sick bastard. Her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse and she slid them open one by one. She opened the halves of her blouse, then scooped the ends of her pink blouse under her full breasts, lifting them, presenting them for his approval. Delicately rubbing her breasts against each other, she shrugged out of the blouse, dropping it in her chair. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her white lace bra. She dropped the straps, then caught the bra under her breasts with both hands. Using the white lace, she squeezed her breasts together, then slowly scraped the bra up and over, rubbing her nipples to firm erection. In a swift and graceful motion she pulled the bra up and off, making her breasts jiggle. She dropped the bra on top of her blouse, taking a moment to rub her thumbs over her swollen nipples the same way that Molly had shown her. “This is a nice surprise,” Mr. DuLong commented. 17

Teacher's Pet “I like your creativity.” Chastity merely smiled, then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. “Are you going to strip for me?” You wish, you bastard, thought Chastity. Maintaining eye contact, she dipped a hand down the front and made a show of sliding her finger into her damp panties, then pulled the hand out and licked her fingers. Let’s see if I can apply that stripper’s trick that Molly mentioned. Chastity dropped to her knees, then bowed her head sharply down, tucking her chin tightly. Her long, strawberry blonde hair flipped over her head and onto the floor in front of her. On her hands, she moved her head forward and grabbed for the arms of his chair. Her hands closed on his wrists and she lifted, the red-gold fall of her hair swept into his lap as she rose, tangling and stroking his erection with one long silken embrace. The sound of his sudden, in-drawn breath was music to her ears. Liked that, did you? thought Chastity. Let’s see how you like this. She threw her head to one side, flipping her hair, then threw her head to the other, back and forth, whipping his chest with her heavy mane, then flipped her long waves behind her. She caught his eye with a aggressive smile, then arched her back sharply, thrusting her breasts out and deliberately brushing his erection with her nipples. Back arched, she pressed forward into his lap, then took her breasts in both hands and squeezed the warm plump globes around his erect cock. The heat 18

Morgan Hawke of him scorched her soft skin. Slowly, she lifted, pulling on the foreskin of his cock, pressed down, then lifted and pressed down again, then again with her breasts, titty-fucking his shaft. His breathing increased in speed. She squeezed her breasts around his shaft and suddenly dropped her head. Her lips enclosed the purple head of his cock as it sat trapped between her breasts. She tasted something thick and slightly salty. Her tongue swirled around the flared head, then the sensitive edge of his cock, delicately, then not so delicately. Let’s see if I remember what else Molly talked about. Oh, yes. She released her breasts abruptly. His fiercely erect cock sprang up and slapped against his belly. He hissed and his eyes narrowed. Chastity grabbed the arms of the chair, trapping his wrists, then lifted herself, pressing her breasts against the crisp cotton of his shirt and the hardness of his chest as she rose, her nipples seeking the minute hardness of his nipples. She flipped her head and her hair, forward over his shoulder, then dropped slowly, sweeping her hair down his chest. The silk of her hair rustled against the cotton as she slid down. Her hair slowly pooled into his lap. She flipped her head sharply to one side, the other, whipping his cock with her mane, then flipped her hair behind her and leaned in, lips open and damp tongue extended as she had before. Chastity locked her eyes on Mr. DuLong and stroked her tongue from the base of his cock to the bottom of the flared head. She flicked back and forth, 19

Teacher's Pet using tiny strokes where the head met the shaft right under the ridge, and felt him shudder with every minute caress. With a groan, he scooted forward to the edge of his chair and spread his knees wider. Taking his movement as an invitation, she lashed her tongue to the base of his cock, then lower, to caress his balls and lave them with her tongue. Gently she sucked one into her mouth, sweeping her tongue over and around it within the heated recesses, then released it and took in the other. She looked up to see that he had thrown his head back, the muscles of his throat standing out in sharp relief. Grinning to herself she took his balls into her palm, tongue-lashing him to the top of his shaft, and engulfed his cock as far as she could swallow. Using her lips in a tight O, she sucked and sought to swallow him to the base, pushing his foreskin down with her lips. Unable to take in the last few inches of his thick length, she used her hand, fisting his cock tightly to simulate the rest. She lifted, her fist following her chin, then fell, her fist squeezing against his balls, sucking and sweeping her tongue back and forth over the shaft of the cock she held in her wet mouth. She rose, laving the sensitive head with her tongue, then fell, sucking and sucking. The sound of suction on wet flesh and saliva made obscene sounds in her ears. She rose and fell. His hips began to push the cock deeper into her mouth and she let him choose his speed. Quick, then slow, then very quick, then long and slow, taking him a little deeper with each stroke. Her nostrils flared as she sought to breathe around him. He groaned and 20

Morgan Hawke she felt him pulse in her throat. Any time now, she thought and kept pulling and sucking. Chastity squeezed her thighs together as her hungry cunt flexed in appetite. She writhed her hips to assuage the building need growing in her body, but only succeeded in making the ravenous hunger worse. She moaned around him, and he hissed in pleasure. Suddenly, he began to pant and lift his hips off the chair and hard into her mouth. She felt him grab her hair with two fists and shove himself too deep for her to breathe. She choked, her throat closing tightly around the cock that gagged her. He slid partway out and she took a quick breath. She choked again as he buried himself all the way down her throat and held her there. He grunted with a few deep strokes, then pulled her completely off by her hair. Holding her tightly as she gasped for air, he grabbed his cock and shouted, “Jeezus fuck!” Long ropes of creamy spunk shot from his cock to spatter on her face, lips and naked breasts. Thank God, thought Chastity. She kept her chin down to hide her grin. She was ecstatic. No more classes with Mr. Weirdo. “Very, very good, my dear Chastity,” Mr. DuLong panted, as he sat back in his chair. “That was excellent.” He pulled out a snowy handkerchief and handed it to her. “You have passed your exam.” “Thank you, sir,” she said as she wiped her face of the gooey mess. “Your creative technique certainly won the day for you.” He smiled and pulled off his glasses to wipe 21

Teacher's Pet them with yet another handkerchief. “It seems that your classes are complete.” “May I go, sir?” Chastity asked, reaching for her clothes. “Not just yet, but you may stand.” Sadistic son of a bitch, Chastity swore to herself as she stood on shaky legs. Now what? “Turn around please, and assume the position.” What the fuck? Chastity turned around, and grabbed the back of the chair. What the hell is he up to now? Her knuckles whitened from her tight grip. Then, she remembered that she had to pull her pants down. She reached around and slid her jeans and soaked panties down to her knees, then she heard him stand. “Very good,” he said softly. She felt his hand on her ass. She bit her lip as he smoothed his fingers over the marks he had given her. Embarrassment pinked her cheeks. Does his shit never end? “It seems that while you mark quickly, you also recover just as quickly. Tomorrow there may be some redness, but there should be no bruising.” He squeezed her buttocks. His fingers brushed the seam of her displayed ass. Gee, I’m thrilled, I’m sure. Can I go now? Chastity took a breath. “Sir, I thought you said that once I passed the exam, I could go home?” “I said, and I quote: ‘If you are successful in bringing me to climax, then you will have no more classes beyond this one.’ However, this class has yet to be finished.” He plunged two fingers into her 22

Morgan Hawke dripping cunt. Chastity gasped slightly as his invading fingers slid with ease deeply into her. What the hell is he doing? I’m a student and he’s a teacher! She bit her lip. But, he didn’t seem to have any problems with me sucking his dick… Her excited body wrapped hungrily around his fingers. She drew a deep breath to keep from groaning. I didn’t think I’d gotten this hot…What is going on with my body? It seems to be craving everything he’s doing. “Well, isn’t this nice. You seem to have enjoyed our lesson in fellatio.” He curled his fingers within her, then turned his hand palm up. His thumb brushed the sensitive flesh of her engorged and over-excited clit. She bit her lip to hold back her moans. What is it with this guy? One minute he’s beating me, then he wants his dick sucked and now he’s doing his damnedest to make me cum. I don’t get it! “It really is a shame that you were able to pass the exam. I was looking forward to spending the entire week with you,” he said softly. He buried his fingers as deeply as they would go, stroking her trembling flesh within. A fire-fall pleasure raced down her spine. Jezuz, he’s good at this…Chastity closed her eyes and tried to stay calm, but her body was having none of it. She shuddered with reaction, and couldn’t stop a moan from escaping her lips. If he continued, she was going to cum on his hand. His thumb danced lightly on her clit, rubbing and 23

Teacher's Pet teasing back and forth. His fingers stroked in, then out, increasing in speed. He touched and pressed her deep inside, pushing her already exited body toward climax with every plunge. A powerful need for release quickly overwhelmed her helpless body. Chastity found herself pushing back against his hand. She felt the walls of her sex pulse around his plunging fingers. She could feel her body tensing to cum… He suddenly pulled his fingers out. A soft sound of regret escaped Chastity’s lips before she could stop it. She dropped her head on her hands in sudden exhaustion. Her breath came in small gasps and her body trembled from overstimulation. I am so gonna need to masturbate when I get home… “Luckily, for you, I also recover quickly,” he said breathlessly. His hands closed on her hips. He…what? she thought through a fog of frustrated desire. then she felt the heat of his renewed erection press against her buttocks. Her head jerked up and her fingers tightened on the back of the chair. The blunt head of his cock pressed for entry against her tight opening. She licked her lips and felt a shiver of anticipation flare at the base of her spine. A flush of fresh moisture trickled down her inner thigh. He grunted and shoved into her, burying himself to the root. She gasped and her back arched upward. He felt so good…She could feel him stretching her walls as his cock made room for itself within her body. His thighs pressed against her warm buttocks. 24

Morgan Hawke He groaned softly. “Much better.” He pulled outward to plunge back in with a moist, wet sound. They both gasped. He pulled back and thrust with deliberate and slow strokes. The sound of wet flesh striking wet flesh was loud in Chastity's ears as Mr. DuLong took her. His hands slid under her, capturing her breasts, fucking her as his fingers dug into her soft flesh. He tugged on her swollen nipples and she let out a soft sound. “Mmm, this is not going to do,” he said softly in her ear. His thrusts stopped. Chastity could not stop her soft cry of dismay. He chuckled. “Disappointed?” He held himself, large and heavy within her snug passage. She blushed in humiliation but was helpless against her body’s trembling hunger for his cock. “Don’t worry, sweet Chastity,” he whispered softly in her ear. “I’m far from done with you yet. Let go of the chair.” Chastity released the chair and he pulled her upright, against him. She felt his naked chest against her back and realized that he must have taken his shirt off. Suddenly he turned her, still lodged within her tight cunt. Chastity nearly tripped on the jeans that slid to her ankles as he shoved her three steps forward toward the classroom blackboard. He shoved down on her shoulder, tipping her forward. Her hands made moist prints on the dusty slate. His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back and bowing her spine. He shoved her closer to the 25

Teacher's Pet board until her breasts pressed against the cool stone. His fingers slid between her breasts and the chalkboard. He pulled on her trapped nipples and thrust hard, into her. “Now I can fuck you properly.” His strokes plunged deeply and quickly, with increasing speed and power. Her body shuddered with his hard thrusts. She writhed with the illicit and forbidden pleasure of her teacher's cock filling her body. Biting her lip to keep from moaning out her pleasure she turned her head toward the windows. Her eyes widened as she caught her reflection in the darkened window glass. Mr. DuLong was completely naked and she could see the muscles in his back and buttocks flex as he fucked her against the school blackboard. He was an incredibly beautiful animal in motion. She could see his cock moving in and out of her, and her ass shuddering with the impact of his thrusts. Her eyes locked, fascinated, on the erotic display in the reflection as she was taken by her stunning teacher. She gasped as it made her flush with violent lust. Mr. DuLong turned his head to see what she was looking at. His smile in the glass was broad. “Like watching me fuck you?” Chastity blushed, unable to answer him. She watched him raise his hand. There was a loud crack and a sharp pain as he struck her ass. She flinched. “I asked you a question,” he said in a voice full of harsh passion. “Yes, sir!” she gasped out. 26

Morgan Hawke “Of course you do.” He began thrusting harder. Pounding into flesh and forcing soft sounds of delight and need from her lips. He released her hair and slid a hand down and around to press his fingertips against her clit. She cried out as orgasm began to crest, the shimmering waves of intense pleasure growing in intensity, building, rising. She shuddered, moaning as she teetered on the edge of a vicious orgasm. “Your going to cum soon, Chastity,” he murmured breathlessly in her ear. “I can feel how close you are.” She felt a hand on her buttocks, then a wet finger on the tight rose of her anus. She whimpered softly. “No, please don’t.” She tried to push him out, but that opened her to his plundering finger. He pushed, invading her tight virgin canal, shoving past the snug ring to burrow into heat. He moved his finger and she felt him through the thin walls of her cunt moving against the cock that fucked her. She screamed and bucked as the cresting wave of orgasm took her. Her body spasmed powerfully around both the finger and the cock within her. Moisture slithered down her thighs as she writhed with intense gratification. “I thought you'd like that,” Mr. DuLong said, and groaned. “My turn.” He shoved his cock deeply into her cunt and held her there, locked tightly against his sweating rigid body. Mr. DuLong choked and pulled partway out, then plunged again. “Fuck, yes!” Chastity felt her teacher’s cock moving within her as he pumped his load of cum into her. Long creamy ropes of cum slithered from her swollen cunt, down 27

Teacher's Pet her thighs. They separated, and Mr. DuLong dropped naked into his chair, only a few steps away. He smiled. “That was delightful.” Mr. DuLong sighed as he pulled his trousers up, then shrugged into his shirt. Chastity leaned against the blackboard in blushing humiliation, her crossed arms over her breasts. Tears slid silently down her cheeks. She had just been fucked hard and long by her teacher, and, God help her, had gloried in every moment of it. Chastity kept her back to the teacher as she pulled up her jeans, his cum still sliding down her thighs. She fastened her bra, then put on her pink blouse. Fucking asshole. “You have passed your exam, you no longer need to complete this class. My report to your sponsor will have nothing but excellent marks. Now, you may leave,” Mr. DuLong said as he turned back to the manila folder on his desk. “Sir?” she said, noting that he had yet to put his belt back on, “I have a sponsor?” Chastity said in astonishment as she gathered her books. This was deliberate? “Why, yes. I was brought in specifically to instruct you.” “Sir, who is my sponsor, and what have I been sponsored for?” Chastity backed away from the desk. What the hell is going on here? “I’m sorry, but I cannot reveal who your sponsor is, although I can say that you may be assured that your next instructor will be pleased to have such a diligent student. You are well on your way to 28

Morgan Hawke qualifying for the Academy, once you graduate high school.” He busily wrote in the folder then raised his eyes to hers. His lips curved in a tight smile. “Did you wish to continue with this class?” “Absolutely not, sir!” “you should go. Your ride will be waiting at the school’s front entrance.” Chastity fled, her sneakers making light sounds as she ran for the front doors. She burst from the school and dashed down the front steps. “Hey little girl, enjoy your class?” Rob smiled as he leaned against the passenger door of his silver mustang, tall dark and imposing, his long hair flying in the brisk breeze. “Are you my sponsor?” she snapped. “Hell, no…” He chuckled as he opened the door. “I was assigned to take your virginity and make you like it. I guess you can say that I was your first instructor.” “What?” Chastity stood frozen in shock on the bottom step. “Come on and get in, I have to take you home.” He grabbed her by the arm and shoved her into the car. “Who’s next to teach me?” she said as she sat in the car. Rob slid into the driver’s side and started the Mustang. “I have no idea, they haven’t told me squat. I had no idea that you’d be seeing that kinky bastard 'til I got the call this afternoon.” “You know him?” she asked. How the hell did Rob know about Mr. DuLong? she wondered as he drove toward her house. “Don’t ask, ‘cause I’m not gonna tell you, but you 29

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About the Author

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or me, writing is more than a passion, it's an obsession. The stories crowd into my head. I write them down so I can get some peace. According to my mother, I was writing stories before I began Kindergarten with any pencil, pen or crayon that I could get my grubby little hands on. Any piece of paper with enough blank space became a place to draw my little pictures telling stories about mermaids with long beautiful tails, witches who could fly and wild horses. To this day my mother likes to gleefully recite to all her friends the tale of how I cried over losing a particularly good mermaid picture that I had drawn on the back of the phone bill. She still insists that the lady who took the bill thought it was wonderful, too—but no, she couldn't bring it back. The copier had yet to be invented at that time. I published my first story in a magazine during my sophomore year in high school; a nice little horror story about a ghost dog and revenge against his murderer. Very lurid and very gory. I am a voracious reader of Romance, ScienceFiction, Fantasy, Horror and Erotica, so naturally my

stories follow along the lines of what I want to read. Where do I get my ideas from? Rampant curiosity. I play the game of 'What If?' with everything I encounter. Everything I do and everything I see, triggers a story to be told: What if the waitress being hit-on by a pushy guy is really a succubus? 'Night Waitress' What if Satan uses all those souls he collects for Demonic assignments? 'Demoness' What if you were seduced and discovered that you caught a rare STD: Lycanthropy? 'Snow Moon' I have lived in seven states and spent two years in England. I have been an auto mechanic, a security guard, a waitress, a groom in a horse-stable, in the military, a magazine editor, a bellydancer and a stripper. These days I work as a copywriter / editor for an adult entertainment Internet company, so I guess you could say that I write for a living. I write promotional material for my company and my non-fiction articles are published in Klixxx Magazine and AVN Online magazine. Last year I became associate editor for a regional adult entertainment magazine 'V2'. A very interesting experience. I learned a lot about 'writing to order'. Why do I write? I write to keep my sanity. ~*~