Chapter 7 Take me, Professor 🌶️🌶️🌶️
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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.