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teacher's pet

I’m the Teacher’s Pet, but he still made me beg for extra credit. He’s so prim and proper about the rules. Luckily little Shea knows how to get around those rules.

Yes, I know that I have a lot of missing assignments. But that’s no reason to get a bad grade. The Teacher’s Pet will have to talk to him after school today and see what we can work out. He had me come into his office and sit on the couch next to him. That was his first mistake. I sat much closer to him than he anticipated. First, a few tears to soften him up. I told him how the other girls were mean to me and called me ugly. Through my crocodile tears, I asked him if he thought I was pretty. Of course, he said that wasn’t something we should talk about, because he was my teacher. But, with a few more tears, he was patting my shoulder and telling me how pretty I am.


Teacher’s Pet Shows Him A Few Lessons of Her Own.

That was exactly what I wanted to hear. It made the next step even easier. The Teacher’s Pet hopped right up on his lap and gave him a big old hug. I told him I was glad that we were getting to be such good friends and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was trying hard to maintain, I know, and tried to get back on topic. I explained to him that I had good reasons for all my missing assignments. That I would have terrible consequences if I bring home anything less than a B. What is this I feel under my wiggling bum? There is this hard bulge right here between my cheeks! Oh, it feels so good when I grind around like this.

Then I put his hand on my leg and slid it up underneath my skirt. He kept right on talking about my missing assignments. But started rubbing up and down my wet slit from the outside of my panties. I leaned back into him and moaned. My fingers unbuttoned my top. He looked down at my braless titties, still rubbing my cunny, and kept talking about my grades. I turned so that I was facing him.

While I was straddling my teacher’s lap with my nippies in his face, he slid my shirt off my shoulders. I asked him to break the string on my panties. Once he did I slipped my panties into his shirt pocket as a souvenir. He was mine now, I was in complete control. So I undid his pants and finally got to work on the extra credit I had wanted all semester. There’s a reason that I’m Teacher’s Pet, after all!

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