Chapter 1: The Professor

I never wear a bra or panties. Why would I? I hate doing laundry, nobody cares if I wear them, nobody gives me a second look even when I wear a button down blouse, and it’s one less thing I have to put on in the mornings. We’ll, technically it’s two less things, but that’s math and I hate math.

So there I was standing in the hall between classes chatting with some friends. Mr. Handjek, my math teacher, of course, interrupted our little social session.

“Dianna, I need to speak with you about something important in private please?”

“Of course Mr. Handjek, it sounds serious,” I replied in all sincerity and becoming wet at the same time.

Of course I’m not going to say no to Mr. Handjek, he’s married with kids, but he’s super cute and tall with dark hair and a mustache. All the things that make a young student, like me, wet.

I followed him into the stairwell just down the hall. We were the only two in there, which didn’t really make me nervous until he turned and faced me.

“Principal Peters wanted me to give you this message,” he said very authoritatively.

He put one hand on my shoulder and his other hand reached down and pulled up the front of my skirt. He stuffed two fingers straight into my pussy. He stared straight ahead and never even looked at me. He spread my pussy and shoved something inside me.

He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Ah, it fits very nicely, don’t you think?”

He removed his fingers, traced my lips with his wet sticky fingers and then kissed my forehead. I could smell my own wetness on his fingers and now it was on my lips. He lifted my green sweater and rolled it up under my arms, exposing my bare tits.

“Nice. I see why you never have to wear a bra. I’ll have to introduce you to my wife.”

And with that, he turned and left me standing there with my mouth wide open and my tits hanging out.

Who the fuck does that? Just walks up and lifts a girl’s skirt and stuffs something in her pussy. Well, I’ll tell you who. Mr. Handjek, that’s who! And I just stood there and let him do it. What was I thinking? Why didn’t I resist? Why didn’t I scream? Wait, how did he know I wasn’t wearing panties? Oh my god, what did he just put in me?

I quickly left the stairwell and headed straight to the bathroom down the hall. Once I was inside the stall I reached up my cunt and retrieved the folded note.

It read, “Today 4:30 pm. Teacher’s lounge. Alone. Do not be late.”

I was so confused. He said the message was from Principal Peters. Now, I’ve been in Principal Peter’s office several times this year. Once for passing notes, and another time because I had my phone out and a particular video website was showing. My teacher, Ms. Johnson, noticed it, but didn’t mention the website. Instead, she escorted me to the principal’s office to meet with Principal Peters. I got in trouble for a month and lost my phone privileges at home, but I got my phone back ... don’t ask me what I had to do for my father to get that phone back early though.

Now I had this meeting after school in the Teacher’s Lounge. I hadn’t done anything wrong since the phone incident. I mean, nothing the faculty would know about anyway. What did Principal Peters want from me? Why was he demanding that I be alone? Now I was nervous.

My last class for the day is math. Of course. Halfway through class I noticed that Mr. Handjek had not looked at me once. He usually smiles at me several times during class because I sit in the front row. Maybe he was embarrassed from our meeting in the stairwell? I wasn’t embarrassed, in fact, looking at his fingers reminded me of how wet I was. I licked my lips and tried catching his eye by sliding my fingers between my them. No reaction. Then I tried unbuttoning my sweater so he would remember that I wasn’t wearing a bra. Still no reaction. Finally I hiked my skirt up around my waist, while sitting at my desk, and opened my legs as he walked in front of me in class. Nothing. No reaction. I finally decided to just deal with learning math. Ugh.

The bell rang and I got up to leave and Mr. Handjek stopped me as I was leaving.

“Miss Dianna, can I see you for a moment?” he asked as the other students pushed past me and out the door.

The last student left and Mr. Handjek closed the door and locked it. I knew instantly what that meant. Anytime a teacher locks the door I’m going to end up on my knees sucking dick or licking pussy. This is what I was made for, so it doesn’t really bother me because I absolutely love doing both. Of course I hadn’t licked any teacher’s pussy at school, it was always at my tutor’s home. My first time worked out well, because I live just down the street from Ms. Langley and I needed help with my Language Arts class and she was eager to work with me even though I didn’t have money. That’s where I learned about “education”. She taught me how to use my “assets” to further my education. I’ve used them mainly to evade trouble or to minimize my consequences. Regardless, I’m smarter because of her, and the price I paid was well worth the effort. That was a year ago. Today would be a new lesson. I mean, we go to school to learn, right?

“Now, young lady, or should I say, you fucking slut? You’ve been teasing me with your little shenanigans for the last hour. I was trying to let you go and be on time for your meeting with Principal Peters, but since you’ve decided to play games, you’ll be late. He’ll be furious, and I’ll be laughing because you’re a manipulative little cunt,” he said as he locked the door.

“But I–”

WHACK!

“Do not speak cunt! I’m not finished yet,” he said as his hands connected with the side of my face. “Strip and get on your knees, slut.”

I lowered my head in obedience, as I’ve learned, and quickly removed my skirt and sweater. I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his pants. I reached in and pulled out his cock. It was magnificent. Full of veins, nicely cut - with a beautiful mushroom head. I took him completely in my mouth while he was still somewhat soft. I massaged his balls and lubricated him fully with my salivating mouth. My other hand was busy furiously fingering my own pussy. He smelled like expensive cologne and tasted salty and sweet. I would’ve done anything for that man in that moment. This was my calling. My mission in life.

WHACK!

“No hands slut! Mouth only. And while you’re at it you might wanna quit playing with your pussy and prep your ass because that’s where we’re going next.”

My brain froze. His cock was growing inside my mouth and it was to the point that he was filling me with his thickness. I’ve taken large dicks in my ass before but that was after some much needed preparation. He didn’t seem like he was in the mood for preparation today. I quickly attempted to lubricate my ass using my own juice, which was only mildly possible. Not nearly enough to get ready for his thick prick.

He suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled me from his cock. He stood me up and turned me around and slapped my ass.

“Over to the chalk board. You’re gonna do some writing while I bury my cock in your cute little ass,” he said, shoving me toward the wall.

Cute? He called my ass cute! How sweet of him. Maybe I will meet his wife. Maybe they’ll use me together? Who knows, maybe they need a maid.

He bent me over and I grabbed the chalk, ready for my assignment. My head was even with the bottom of the chalk board so this would not be an easy task.