Teacher's Pet (Senpai and Mim)

[Madam Mim]

She wasn't taking her eyes off of him, and she didn't quite care if that made him uncomfortable. Zora held the end of a pen between her lips as she watched Mr. Richards write on the blackboard, her eyes tracing his form through the Oxford shirt and khaki chinos. The man knew how to dress, that was for certain, and he certainly knew how to show off his assets. Dark eyes met his for a few moments when he turned around before she forced a blush and looked down, pulling the pen out of her mouth and jotting down notes about Humbert Humbert. She had to suppress a smile as the memory came unbidden.

She'd known he was there. Zora had heard Mr. Richards walking across the gym floor and that David hadn't been paying attention. David's cock was in her mouth and his hand was in her hair as he moaned softly with his back pressed against the wall at the edge of the bleachers. She'd waited until Mr. Richards found them, and when he didn't immediately say anything but froze and watched she moaned around David's cock, sending vibrations through his body. That nearly undid him and Zora suddenly had the urge to just get it over with. While massaging his balls she took his entire length before running her tongue in a serpentine pattern along the underside of his shaft, sucking hard on his head until he came and she swallowed it with a moan, allowing a few drops to drip onto her lips and down her chin.

"Oh my God Mr. Richards!" Zora had shrieked, cleaning up the cum on her chin and sucking it off of her finger in a studiedly absent-minded way. They'd run off before he could say anything, but she knew he'd watched. She knew she might actually have him.

Zora had decided the first day of school, after all, that she would have Mr. Richards. There was no way she couldn't, no way to ignore what those pecs might look like under those button-up shirts, how firm that ass was under his khakis and slacks. She had to have him. He was also, after all, the only decent-looking teacher under 40 in the entire school. She had in the past few months played the sweet and innocent girl many people thought she was--well, many teachers thought she was, anyway. If she had a habit of not noticing how low her shirt had slipped as she leaned on her desk in the front row of her Junior English class, well that wasn't her fault, right? Sitting back in her chair with her knees apart under her short skirt was just bad breeding was all.

And all the time she'd watched Mr. Richards watching her. His catching her sucking off David DiMarco wasn't planned, of course, and had potentially ruined her image. If she blushed enough and was demure enough she might be able to save it until the time was right...but then again, there was no time like the present. Besides, she'd seen that wedding band and Mr. Richards himself seemed like a fighter; it wasn't like it wouldn't be fun anyway. Zora sucked harder on her pen, debating internally.

Fuck it, she decided. When his back was turned she discreetly pulled four Polaroids from her backpack and slipped them into the front cover of her copy of their class book.

The Polaroids were stolen from her stepfather's nightstand drawer. He thought she didn't know that he watched her, but he was old and ugly so she certainly wasn't going to give him what he wanted. Each of the Polaroids featured Zora, sometimes changing, sometimes drying after a shower, one was of her from behind while she bent over in a short skirt to look for something; all of them were when she had thought she was alone in her room. She had only found them when her mother told her to go look for some spare change in his nightstand, and slowly she'd been taking one or two at a time for just such an occasion as this.

Zora was careful to blush and look down demurely a few more times, whenever Mr. Richards turned around from the blackboard. Finally the bell rang, and without meeting his eyes she turned in her essay and left, being sure to accidentally leave her book with the Polaroids on her desk.

 

[YourFavoriteSenpai]

"Alright class, I hope you had a great summer. Welcome to English class!" It was Mr. Richard's first year teaching at Springstown High. He recently moved to the area with his wife to live a more adventurous life. "Lets turn our books to page seven in your textbooks and lets begin shall we? Humbert humbert will be the first autor we will be studying.

During lunch, he was wandering the school yard to get a grasp for his surroundings. First came the cafeteria, then the library, and next, the gym. However it was supposed to be empty, every student who had PE was out to lunch. There were sounds coming from the bleachers which drew Mr. Richard to investigate. Once he got close enough to the bleachers, he froze in place. The most innocent girl in the class was giving a blowjob right in front of him. He did expect there to be some sexual approaches from some of the students but not her. Not Zora.

No words escaped his lips, what was there to say? He was watching something unbelievable. Even when they ran, he was still frozen. She was definitely attractive, and easily one of the more sexy students in the class. A small whisper broke the silence in the gym. "W-what am I thinking?" He noticed his face was flushed red accompanying his erection that bulged from his khakis."I'm married..."He began to reassure himself that what he was thinking was backwards.

"Finally, done with work."He graded his last paper, dealt with every student who had questions, and finished turning in attendance. He gloried at the sight of an empty room. Every desk was empty except for a book left on someone's desk."Now who could this belong to?"The book spilled its polaroids on the floor exposing Zora's pictures. His erection began to react to what he was able to see. "Fuck... She's hot." He stuffed the polaroids in his gradebook and left the book on the blackboard before heading home for the night.

 

[Madam Mim]

The night passed fitfully for her. She had difficulty getting Mr. Richards off of her mind, and really she was a bit surprised at that. Men didn't typically have that effect on her, though she had it on them. Zora was anxious to see the results of her decision, to know if he would keep the pictures. Of course he'd give her the book back; she needed to do the reading, after all, and she'd already had to borrow a friend's for tonight. But she would see in the morning whether he would report her, give her the pictures back, or accept the subtle advance. Zora always had loved a challenge, especially when it came to older men, but she'd never tried seducing a teacher before. Two therapists, a doctor, her minister, a friend's rabbi, and a former boyfriend's dad--all middle aged men bored with their marriages and looking to feel young again--had all fallen for her far too easily and had bored her quickly; and besides, she didn't see them every day. Boys her own age bored her even more quickly but were easier to get for quickies, and college boys though equally boring were always up for something a bit kinkier. One guy in the Delta Phi fraternity had once paid her to crush his hand with a stiletto and whip him with a belt buckle side out and she'd been surprised at how much she'd liked it; every few months he called her, complaining of not being able to find another girl like her, and she'd go over and do it again for a couple hundred bucks. But a teacher though...a teacher was someone she saw every day, someone who would have to hide it every single day even after class, someone with whom breaking taboos would be even riskier and therefore more fun. And if he fought her, fought his attraction to her...well, so much the better.

When she wasn't immediately taken to the principle's office in the morning Zora took it as a good sign. She either had Mr. Richards or he just wasn't a snitch, and both were good news for her. The hours seemed to crawl by, even through lunch, as she waited for seventh period. She even slipped into the girl's room after sixth period to slip off her bra and stuff it into her backpack. The white blouse was still drawn rather tightly across her breasts without it, and they day had been chilly and rainy, seeping into classrooms. Perfect. Her heart fluttered as she stepped into the classroom

"Oh thank God!" she breathed, taking the book from the blackboard tray. "I couldn't find it anywhere, I thought I left it on the 49 last night! I ah, I actually borrowed Jenny's book," she motioned to Jenny Driscoll, who was just entering the room and from whom she actually had borrowed the book. "I wasn't looking forward to having to buy a new copy though. Thanks so much, Mr. R!" She smiled brightly before returning to her seat while he began the lecture. Zora almost didn't want to open the book, wanted to savor the moment. But open it she did.

The photos weren't there. She flipped back and forth through the pages several times, making sure he hadn't found them and put them back in a different spot, but no the Polaroids were gone. Zora had to bite the insides of her cheeks to stop the grin. Instead she raised her eyes to the teacher with a new sort of smolder in them. Mr. Richards didn't dare look at Zora again that period and it was good, because if he had he would have seen a new sort of predatory pleasure in her gaze.

Most of the rest of the week passed almost without incident. A time or two, Zora had dropped her pencil on the way to sharpen it and had bent over to pick it up, but it was nothing that could be considered out of the ordinary. The rest of the week also passed similarly as it had that day: dreary, cold, and rainy. Friday afternoon found a particularly chilly downpour and it was a good thing she didn't mind the cold. Zora waited until Mr. Richards appeared to be packing up to go home for the night and she ran to the unsheltered city bus stop through the rain. She knew she'd missed her bus and although she had a collapsible umbrella she decided to stand there in just a jacket and the same white shirt, again with her bra stuffed into her backpack with the umbrella. Zora made sure to look as cold and miserable as possible when Mr. Richards's car began its approach.

 

[YourFavoriteSenpai]

It was extremely hard for Mr. Richard to avoid glancing at her. Her chest was moving too much for her to be actually wearing a bra. The outline of her panties was burned into his memory. "Calm down... Its alright." He slowed his breathing every time he turned to the blackboard to write about his lessons. Without the counter covering his lower half, any student would easily see the "package" that was growing underneath is khakis.

After classes were over, Mr. Richard began to pack up. He looked again to see if any polaroids were "left behind" again. Sadly, this wasn't the case. It was a miracle that his wife hasn't caught him yet. He was never the type to lie, moreover the type to hide before suspicions arose. During the drive back home, a lonely girl drenched in rain caught his eye. She was so familiar to him. "Zora?"

His car reached a halt just a few feet away from the bus stop before he rolled his window down. "Hey? Do you need a ride?" He was speaking with true compassion in his heart. "You'll get sick if you stay out in this r-" His eyes wandered over her breasts, covered by a flimsy wet white t-shirt. His crotch began to react with what he saw. "R-rain..." Mr. Richard stuttered at the sight of her. His demeanor began to change. He looked in other directions to check if anyone was nearby. "Come in. I'll drive you home."

 

[Madam Mim]

Zora looked up through wet hair at Mr. Richards. With a smile she clambered in, ringing her hair out in the open door before pulling it shut and settling into her seat. She seemed breathless from the rain as she pulled the seatbelt across her chest and tried to smooth hair back away from her face.

"Thanks Mr. Richards," she said sweetly. "I live over on Elm; I was afraid I was gonna have to walk all the way there!" She chuckled as though nervous, though really she had things completely under control. Zora kept glancing over at his crotch, noticing the growing bulge. Well this one was easy to excite, wasn't he? She bit her lip to hide a smile, thinking about how fun it might be to tease him in class. As he pulled away from the curb she set her bag down between her feet, forcing her knees apart and her skirt to climb ever so slightly higher.

"You're a real life saver, Mr. R," she commented into the silence.

 

[YourFavoriteSenpai]

His eyes continued to pour over his shoulders, taking short but thrilling glances at her exposed thighs allowing his imagination to fill the rest of what can be underneath. His khakis were unable to hide how excited his member was and his face followed suit. He did his best to avoid the desire to explore her without much avail. Mr. Richard's face shown signals of his reaction towards her wet shirt. He bit his lip, legs rubbing against one another to lower the anguish of what could happen. He stayed quiet to avert his attention from her. That is, until she broke the silence.

"No problem. I couldn't just leave you out there alone on the street. It's dangerous nowadays." He did his best to resist the temptation that her appearance had to offer. However, his eyes kept exploring her curves every now and then. Surveying the areas he was most interested in. "So, where do you live?" His car pulled nearby to a parking lot nearby the school. At this time, everyone would usually be at home leaving the school bare and empty.

He wasn't able to deny that his body did want hers. However, his marriage and ties to his job barely kept him in control of his actions. No matter how much his body wanted hers, he needed that job, and he loves his wife.