Episode 393: teacHERs’ PET

“There’s Miss Unger’s address. 810 Bernard Way!”

Student Barrett Booth pulled up on the street in front of a small but quaint 2-bedroom house in a questionable neighborhood. It looked rundown in parts but with a string of well-kept houses around the area. Her house a ranch style home had grey brick around the lower foundation with a pale blue siding up above, grey shutters accented the windows. Her yard needed mowing that was for sure.

Grabbing his Chinese takeout food bags from his passenger side seat Barrett bolted up the sidewalk to reach her front door. Ringing the doorbell, he heard dogs barking and froze up. Big dogs spooked him. A few seconds later the barking stopped as if they had maybe been put out back. Expressing a sigh of relief, he rang it again; the very same barking noises made him jump back. Door unlocking and opening up he found Mallory Unger responding to his arrival. Looking up at her he dropped his jaw.

“Whoa!”

There before him stood Horton-Dexter’s resident Sex Education teacher in all of her buxom glory, her tight body exquisite and nearly flawless save for a few stray freckles dead center of her cleavage. Her well-constructed breast enhancements were crafted like massive melons with very tight areolas. Nipples hard as pointers. Her bikini region was shaved bare and silky looking.

“Did my doorbell scare you?”

“I didn’t hear it ... oh, it’s a dog bell.”

“I find it comforting as a protection against intruders.”

It was far more than that. Hypnotic suggestions instilled upon her by her psychiatrist, the doorbell was meant to make her insanely horny. Having been violated by beasts of wag in her past and somewhat enjoying it her shrink made certain there were dozens of said triggers to excite her.

“This neighborhood I can see why.” He swallowed at her nudity; his eyes unable to stop staring at her lower body. “Why are you naked?”

“Does it bother you?”

“No. It’s your house. I just didn’t expect you teach Sex Ed privately as a tutor at home on the side.”

“Exactly!” She batted her lashes and teased her areolas in front of him. “You brought my dinner.”

“Oh! Yeah! Chow Mein!” He handed her the bag, and she accepted it. “Enjoy your dinner.” He turned away sweating.

“Barrett? Would you like to come inside?” Instant hard on! He paused to decide if he had the nerve to go for it. He had always thought Mallory was beautiful, even pictured her naked, but now that this was reality, he was terrified.

“You want me to come inside?”

“Very much! I could use the company after a long boring day of teaching.”

“Yeah, that reproductive stuff has to be dull. You should just let us watch porn.” He laughed!

“I’ve considered that.” She did! Quite often!

“Really? Manley wouldn’t let that happen.” Then he considered what Piper Cherry and Josie McKellen, Mimi Alexander and Mavis Hale were getting away with. “What am I saying, I know he would. Mrs. M tied over her desk taking it doggy style says it all.” Close enough!

“Doggy?” She stepped away leaving her door open and walked with her food into her living room. Placing it on her coffee table she bent over at the perfect angle to entice him into looking at her ass, her thigh gap offering a wonderful peek at her knees. Shar-Pei? Too soon?

All around her home were ceramic dogs of every breed, pictures on the wall to show she was a dog lover. Truth be known this was a twisted therapy brought into play by her shrink Dr. Lawrence Dolberman. Her past history working for a vet whom she had an affair with which turned dark led to hiring Lawrence to help her escape the memories. The vet was into bondage tying her up then subjecting her to unspeakable things against her will.

It took years of real therapy to overcome her horrible past but being a true pet lover, she just couldn’t make herself abandon them. Yet owning a real dog was just too much these days. All of those years of supposed rehabilitation Dr. Dolberman encouraged her to love dogs as much as men. She was his pet whether she recalled it afterwards or not. He was that good.

Her therapist recommended the porcelain pups as a reminder that not all pets were bad. Truthfully not even the Great Dane that had taken her for a walk when she was 22 years old. 27 now she forgave the dog, just not the vet that made the dog take her. Sad situation! It was worse than that. The vet’s wife caught them. Her husband drunk and passed out while Mallory endured the dog’s hospitality for hours.

The wife called her father who happened to be the local sheriff, and they rescued Mallory but at the same time covered it all up. Humiliated, she was run out of town and blackmailed to forget that it ever happened. Getting a job after that was hell. The sheriff was not a very nice man, ruining her at every turn because of hurting his daughter. The vet forgiven; their marriage still intact. Sad but true!

Standing in the door Barrett took a healthy look at her bent over and pumped his fist. No way was he chickening out. Standing up she leered seductively over her shoulder and reeled him in with an alluring index finger. Door closed he kicked his tennis shoes off at the entry and shuffled on in.

“Have a seat I’ll grab us some real plates.” Mallory turned and wiggled away, giddy that he found the nerve to stay. Good dog ... BOY! GOOD BOY! She hoped he would relax more ... maybe a nice massage after dinner. Fair trade perhaps!

Barrett was experienced although having been with only two girls ever, but it had been a while since dating Sierra Shepard from Harvester Kent High School. Now a free man he was actually looking for some action, he just didn’t expect it to be one of his teachers.

It seemed like more and more of the teachers at Horton-Dexter were getting slutty. Ever since Counsellor Piper Cherry hired on, there was a lot more skin and a whole lot more flirtations. Just today Mavis Hale was showing off in small increments, unaware of what Angus Furlong instigated. Or of what math teacher Edwin Connelly did to her after school.

Josie McKellen taught in the nude. Piper was showing her body off more and more. Even Art teacher Mimi Alexander was becoming a golden child. Now here was Mallory taking the Bulldog by the ears.

Returning with plates and forks Mallory sat them next to her still bagged up food. “I’ve never mastered chopsticks.” She smiled sheepishly. Not sheepdogishly!

“Me neither!” He rubbed his palms nervously as she sat next to him on her loveseat. “You smell good.”

“Are you sure it’s not the Chow Mein?”

“I don’t think so.” He leaned in and inhaled her shoulder nearly touching her flesh. “Definitely not Chow Mein.”

“You’re very sweet, Barrett.”

“I taste sweet too.” He chuckled hoping she might actually seduce him.

“I’m happy you stayed, Barrett. I really don’t have any friends.”

“No boyfriends?”

“I ... see a few guys.” Alot more than she ever remembered, her hypnotic suggestions making her forget what and who she did. “Nothing serious though.” She liked it that way. Variety meant never sharing her past with any true mate. Her hang ups were out there, so guys tended to cum and go. Open doggy door policy! Literally! “What about you? Girlfriend?”

“Broke up with a girl two months ago. Distance got in the way. She was a Huskie.”

“Excuse me?” Dog puns always made her pause. Triggered more apt!

“Harvester- Kent Huskies?”

“Oh! The school!”

“You think I meant a real Huskie?” He chuckled!

“Of course not!” She shivered, her pussy wet at his being so close to her. He was trying to hide his erection, but she knew it was there. “We need drinks. Do you like Wine?” He whined like a dog begging then pointed at her ceramic dogs. His silliness had her mind falling prey to those installed secret commands Dolberman committed her to. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I’ll try some. I’m only 18 so I don’t really drink unless I go to a party. Beer mostly.”

“I’ll pour you a glass. If you don’t like it, then I’ll drink it. Pretty much only bottled water otherwise.”

“That’s cool. So ... you like dogs?” Dumb question!

“I did ... do! I’m just allergic to the real thing.” She flared her eyes as she hopped up to go to the kitchen for wine. She was struggling to not touch herself too soon. Being a nympho at heart she needed sex fairly often but just couldn’t go beyond her home to get it. So, she told herself.

One phone call or text from Dr. Dolberman she was out the door and fucking whomever he ordered her to. Today in her classroom with the cafeteria chef Nico Perez was uncommon. If not for Piper Cherry instigating Mallory’s obvious need she might have declined. Now however she knew she could get it at school too so there was always a challenge in trying it again. Pet peeve!

While pouring a nice Chardonnay, she heard Barrett tell her, “We have a Cocker Spaniel named Joe ... you know the old singer, Joe Cocker?”

“That’s cute! I bet he’s adorable.” Bottle back in her fridge she carried out two wine glasses and handed him one, his eyes checking out her tits. “I love cock-- er--spaniels!” On purpose to see if he were really listening as he licked his lips at her breasts right next to him.

“Are those real?”

“These?” She pointed at her tits. “Of course not! See the tiny scars?” She lifted her right breast to share the procedure line. Dr. Dolberman paid for those puppies, she however thought it was her idea, her money. “I wish! They don’t bounce as much as I’d like them too.” Teetering up and down proved their lackluster livelihood.

“Okay, I have to a ask. Why me? You’re a freaking goddess, Miss Unger. I’m barely legal.” He laughed!

“Goddess? Oh, my! Thank you for the compliment. I guess I felt curious as to your reaction to me answering the door without my clothes on. You took it better than I expected.”

“I’m not knocking it.” He smiled! “Just shocked. I’ll get over it fast.” He tried his wine and made a face. “Bitter!” Setting it aside he opened up her Styrofoam food container. “Better wolf this down before it gets cold.”

Wolf? Hearing it reminded her of History teacher Dewey Knowles. His howls always triggered her canine instincts. She winked at him and divvied up the Chow Mein with two portions and sat back to eat. Slurping up noodles became the next big tease, Mallory showing herself as to loving to suck on things. He was even becoming comfortable enough to not hide his erection any longer.

“Delicious!” She turned sideways to face him, her feet up on the loveseat, back to the arm rest. In doing this she gave him ample opportunity to look between her legs at her tight looking pussy. Only that tiny little puppy tongue labia slipped through her compressed slit.

“Yes, it is.” He stared right at her cunt. It was then that she mischievously dropped a noodle into her lap.

“See? If I tried chopsticks, I’d have my entire plate in my lap.” She giggled!

“Hold the thought!” He sat his plate aside on the coffee table and dug into the bag for the chopsticks the restaurant had offered. Opening them he figured out how to hold them somewhat properly and went in after the noodle dangling right over her cunt. Parting her knees wider to give him room she held her breath as he played Operation. Clumsy he kept dropping it right back over her bikini area. Deviously he even pinched her labia tongue between the chopsticks.

“Careful! That’s not sushi.” She laughed!

“Sorry! Not sorry!” He chuckled! “I’m getting the hang of it.”

“It’s hanging in a compromising spot, Barrett.”

She held her plate to her side peering down through her massive cleavage to watch him making multiple attempts to pluck the noodle up. It was amusing! Watching his expression, she saw his determination to get closer to her. Feeling especially evil she dropped a second noodle on her chest. He noting it drooping over her left nipple went cross-eyed. “I just can’t hold onto a wet noodle.”

“Hey! You ordered Chinese I offered hot dogs earlier.”

“Mm!” She sat her plate on the floor and stretched back, moving her butt closer into a slouch. “Try now! I’m more level.” He knew a seduction when he saw one. Tossing his chopsticks over his shoulder he crawled in and sucked the noodle from her nipple, nipple in his mouth as well. “That felt nice.” She caressed his scalp lending him the opportunity to feast on her breast. “Oh, Barrett! I was hoping you would do that.”

“I figured!”

He lifted up enough to go after her other nipple moving back and forth between the two mighty melons. Mashing them together he attempted to suck both nipples at once, but they were too sturdy being fake to reach that goal. It didn’t matter!

Easing from his seat to kneel on the floor he guided her left leg out over his shoulder and went in for the kill. Sucking up the noodle in her lap he buried his face in her cunt, tongue Frenching her puppy. Her labia being thin and tiny it was not in the way of her juicy vulva. Digging in deep she gasped and instantly squirted a thin river of quiver.

“Yes, Barrett! Eat my pussy.”

“You’re a dog lover; I’m a pussy lover.” He chuckled and fingered her with two digits. She was moaning up a storm. “I’m fucking this.” He increased his finger insertions until it became like a sloppy jackhammer. She was gushing all over his knuckles and screaming for more. A maddening orgasm completed his drilling mechanism.

While convulsing heavily Barrett stood up and got undressed letting her watch and quake with heavy breath. Once nude he snatched her up off the couch and made her crawl around the coffee table to the center of her living room floor. Loving his sudden roughness, she found herself on all fours and whimpering as images flooded back to that fateful night at the vet clinic. Coping was part of her therapy!