Teacher Daddy and Student Brat, page 1
Teacher Daddy and Student Brat
THE TEACHER’S AGE GAP BRAT
PENNY SNOAK
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
EPILOGUE
ALSO BY PENNY SNOAK
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CHAPTER ONE
Mr. Dalton is hot as hell.
I mean, he’s movie star hot. His face is perfect. It’s somehow manly and nerdy at the same time. What I mean is, he’s kind of like Clark Kent. He might not look manly but take the glasses off and there’s a superhero there.
So, I don’t mind sucking his dick.
That’s my whole plan. I’m going to seduce him and he’s going to approve my early entry to college. I’m tired of high school. I’m not a poor student. It’s the exact opposite. I have a near-perfect score on my SATs and I already have a full-ride scholarship to a private university just thirty minutes from my apartment. My parents are all for me getting into the early entry program. They know nothing at school challenges me.
But a teacher needs to approve it, a teacher who has at least three years with me in class. Well, Mr. Dalton is the English teacher and I’m in the first quarter of my fourth year in his classes. He teaches all the honors English classes, so that includes 9th-12th grade. He’s the only teacher who qualifies. He’s also the one teacher who challenges me. In fact, my work in his class is completely off the syllabus. He has me working from a college textbook most days.
But he’s also a stickler for the rules.
I hate that I’m eighteen and still in high school with a year to go. It’s stupid, too, because the school wouldn’t transfer the two years I studied in China while my parents were there on business. Yeah, I even speak fluent Mandarin. The only reason I’m not a junior is my parents shouted and yelled when we got back and made the district skip me a grade to start high school instead of eighth grade.
I love China. I’m not unhappy I got that experience. Not a lot of midwestern girls get to do something like that. Still, I want out of high school. As far as I’m concerned, swallowing some of Mr. Dalton’s cum to make that happen is just fine by me.
“Mr. Dalton?” I ask as I step into his classroom.
He stares at me for a second and then says, “Andrea, I didn’t expect to see you today.”
“Call me Drea,” I say with a smile as I walk as sultrily as I can. I wear a sundress that’s very, very short and I also wear pink thigh-high socks. Yeah, I’m dressed to make him want me.
“Drea, why are you here? It’s a Saturday and it’s five o’clock.”
By now, I’m at his desk. “I knew you were running detention today, Mr. Dalton,” I said. I slide up onto the desk and lean forward. “And I want to ask you for a favor.”
I lick my lips and he stares at me warily. “What are you doing, Drea?”
“Well,” I say, putting my hand on his chest, “are you familiar with the early entry college program?”
“Of course, I am,” he says.
I smile and lick my lips. “If you sign the paperwork for me, it will make me very, very happy.” I run my hand down his chest and lower. As I get right to his belt, I say, “and I’ll make you very happy.”
He grabs my wrist, “Are you serious?”
I try to look as sexy as I can as I say, “Oh, yes, Mr. Dalton.”
“I think we should be clear,” Mr. Dalton says. His tone is suddenly stern and commanding and it sends a shiver through me. “Tell me exactly what you’re offering me.”
“I want to make you cum,” I say. “If you sign those papers for me, I’ll let you use me to reach orgasm.”
Saying it explicitly like that makes the whole scenario much hotter. Even though I’m technically doing this so he’ll sign the college papers, I have a feeling I’m actually going to enjoy myself on top of that.
I don’t expect to enjoy it as much as I do, however. He stands but instead of unbuckling his belt and commanding me to get on my knees, he lifts me up, bends me over the desk, and yanks my panties down. My dress is already very short, so there’s no need for him to yank it up.
There’s also no time for me to say anything or even react at all before his cock splits me open and I’m not a virgin anymore.
I gasp as a flash of pain shoots through me, but the pain quickly subsides and leaves behind a deep, intense pleasure that I feel all the way from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes.
“Oh, God!” I cry out. Oh, Mr. Dalton, yes!”
This was only supposed to be a blowjob. Instead, here I am with a cock inside me for the first time in my life. I guess he meant for me to be a little more explicit than I was.
I’m glad I wasn’t though. If he had asked me straight up if I wanted to fuck him or suck him off, I would have sucked him off and missed out on the sparks of pleasure that shot through me like lightning.
“Oh, God. Oh, Mr. Dalton. Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna cum!”
Then there’s no more question about it. My legs slam shut, my feet began to drum on the floor and my stomach stiffens as my pussy begins to throb powerfully over his cock. He continues to thrust inside me while I cum and that extends and intensifies the orgasm until I have to cover my mouth with both hands to muffle my scream. He keeps thrusting and the friction of the desk on my body somehow just makes everything so intense.
I’m being taken. Mr. Dalton is making me his. My body isn’t mine anymore.
And I love it.
He cries out and I feel his cock pulsing inside me. I use the last of my energy to squeeze my pussy as tight as possible and grind my hips on him in rapid figure eights. I’m not sure how I know to do this but it has the effect I want because Mr. Dalton gasps and cries out and I feel his cock begin to pulse stronger and faster inside me.
Finally, he sighs and collapses over me and we both breathe heavily as his cock continues to twitch with the last shocks of his orgasm.
He just came inside me.
I’m literally filled with his cum.
CHAPTER TWO
I just remain bent over the desk for a moment trying to get my mind wrapped around things. Jesus!
I mean, it was out of line for me to offer a blowjob. I really, really wanted him to accept the deal. It never occurred to me he would interpret my offer to mean sex, though.
And, of course, I’m reeling from it all.
I mean, I’m not a virgin anymore!
My God, I’m not a virgin!
And the sex… Holy shit! If I knew it felt that good, I can say for a fact I wouldn’t just now be losing my virginity.
Losing? It’s gone. The train has left the station!
I feel a hard spank on my ass and I yelp and stand up straight. I stare at Mr. Dalton in shock. He says, “Have a seat so we can discuss our deal.”
God, he’s so damned stern! It’s so different than before. I mean, I’ve always thought he was hot. Now, he seems so hot I have no idea how in the world I missed it before. I nod quickly and get my clothes arranged before I sit down. I can’t believe I’m not pissed at him. I mean, I can’t really be pissed at him for fucking me. He certainly thought I offered that, and I never specified the sex act. But I ought to be pissed at him for the spank.
I’m not.
Instead, it’s almost like I worship him. I don’t understand it, but I can’t deny it.
“I told you I would sign the papers and I will, but I’m concerned about you.”
I swallow hard. He’s still using a very stern tone of voice and it turns me on so much I can’t even begin to understand it. “Wh…why?” I ask.
“Because being eighteen isn’t the same as being an adult. You want to go to college right now because you’re sick of being in high school. Okay, fine. You’re certainly intelligent enough to succeed at college.” I almost moan when he says that. “But that isn’t the same as being mature enough to succeed at college.”
“I… I can do it,” I say. It’s so strange because now I worry about it. I worry about it just because Mr. Dalton is concerned about it.
“Yes, you can,” he says, “if I sign this paper and you agree to my conditions.”
“You want more?” I ask in disbelief. Then, I instantly feel terrible about it. What the hell? He fucked me, which is more than I intended in the first place, and he has more conditions?
“Yes I do,” he says. His tone is still so damned sexy, and it keeps me from arguing, “but not as part of the deal. You made an offer and I accepted.” He looks at my backpack on the floor. “Is your paperwork in there?”
I nod a little nervously. “Yes… uh, Sir.”
“I like that. You’ll call me that from now on, Drea. Got it?”
God, that’s like a vibrator against my clit. “Yes, Sir,” I say. It’s a wonder I don’t moan like crazy.
“Good girl,” he says, and that time I do moan.
He hands me a pen and a notepad and says, “Write these conditions down as I give them. When I’m finished, you’ll sign these conditions indicating that you accept them.”
“Like a contract?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says, “But you won’t turn them into me. You’ll keep this contract and post it on your bedroom door so that the first thing you see every morning is your commitment to becoming a better person. That’s the first condition.”
I write it down on the notepad and he says, “Goo
“Seven?” I say incredulously. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up that early in my life.
“I’m not finished, pet!” he says sternly.
The combination of his tone and the name he uses for me is incredibly intoxicating and I can’t hold back another moan as he continues.
“As soon as you wake up, you will make your bed. Then you will exercise for thirty minutes. Following that, you will make yourself a healthy breakfast. I’ll write down a list of foods to eat and a list to avoid.”
He looks up at me. “You should be writing this down, pet.”
My fingers move of their own accord and though part of me wants to be upset at the draconian rules he’s imposing, another part of me is still overwhelmingly turned on by the whole thing. I’m not sure it would matter even if I wasn’t turned on. He seems to have some kind of power over my body where it instinctively responds to all of his commands regardless of my feelings on the subject.
“When you are finished, eating, you will shower and dress in something modest and appropriate unless I specifically instruct you otherwise. That is your morning routine.”
He gives me some other instructions as well. In addition to my morning routine, I have an evening routine that involves more cleaning, more healthy food, and more exercise—yoga in this case—along with a mandatory midnight bedtime. Other instructions include meeting him on my knees in his office every day—weekends included—building my credit and applying myself to my schoolwork.
When he gets to that point, he says, “When I say apply yourself, I mean that to be taken seriously. Even if you think you know the material, I expect you to take detailed notes in every lecture to be turned in to me daily. I also expect you to be proactive with every assignment. You don’t have to turn them in early but you must turn every assignment in on time and each assignment must reflect your best effort—whether or not that effort is necessary to get an A on the assignment.”
I write everything down and when I’m finished, he says, “Before you sign this, pet, I want you to seriously consider whether you intend to follow every instruction. There will be days when you don’t want to but if you sign this contract, you must follow those instructions whether you want to or not. Do you understand?”
“I understand, sir.”
Incredibly, I do understand, and I even intend to follow his instructions. I don’t know how I will manage to follow all of these instructions, but I intend to try. That makes this the first time in my life that I actually mean to follow instructions given to me by an authority figure.
That might be the most incredible thing that’s happened to me today.
CHAPTER THREE
I sigh deeply when Sir finally returns my lecture notes with his approval and allows me to take his cock in my mouth. That is my daily reward for completing all of my schoolwork to Sir’s satisfaction. In addition to taking my mouth, Sir reserves the right to use my pussy whenever he wants. So far, I fuck him at least once a day, usually either right after the morning blowjob or in his office after my final class before I leave for the day.
I think of him as Sir now. It’s just incredible to think about that. I’ve never had a good attitude toward authority and honestly, I still hate when people tell me what to do, but for some reason with Sir, that frustration doesn’t impact my decisions. I don’t always like what he tells me to do, but I do it anyway and I do it without hesitation or complaint.
I still haven’t gotten used to the schedule. For the first three days, I don’t wake up on time. I’m not sure how Sir can tell, but he knows that I don’t complete my morning routine and he doesn’t allow me to suck him off. He doesn’t allow me to touch myself either, not without his permission, so by day four, I am so desperate for him, that I wake up early and complete my entire routine before heading to his office.
As soon as I walk in, he looks at me and says, “Very good, pet. You may suck me off now.”
I’m so damned ready for him that I’m on my knees before he even finishes talking. I don’t think Sir expects me to be so enthusiastic because he finishes in less than five minutes, and I get to suck him off once more before he uses my pussy.
God, I love the way he fucks me. Aside from the fact that his cock is thick and powerful and his movements reflect his experience and skill with a pussy, the way he just takes me as if I belong to him and it’s his right to use me however he wants turns me on to no end.
I think about that as he finishes, and I moan and suck deeply while he pulses powerfully in my mouth. I can’t wrap my head around it. I’ve never wanted to please someone like this before. I’ve always thought of sex as either entirely about my pleasure or something I can use to convince guys to do things for me. That’s how I thought about sex all through high school and it worked very well for me, even though my experience was limited to blowjobs and handjobs before Sir.
When he pulls out of my mouth, I say, “Oh God, please fuck me, Sir.”
“Later, pet,” he says. “I have an early class to get to and you have the assignment to finish before you meet your parents for lunch.”
“But that assignment isn’t due until tomorrow!”
“That’s correct,” he says. “But you will complete it today.”
“You said I didn’t have to complete any assignments early,” I pout.
“That’s also correct,” he says, “However, tomorrow you have a meeting with representatives from the university you’ll be attending, so I need you to complete your English paper early. I know that’s not our normal deal, so if you follow my amended instruction this time, I’ll reward you.”
“How will you reward me, Sir?” I ask.
“You’ll see, pet. Now go home and complete your assignment.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say.
I finish the assignment and email it to Sir to review just when my doorbell rings. I open the door and greet my parents with a hug.
My Dad raises an eyebrow when I embrace him and says, “What’s this? I can’t remember you ever being this excited to see us.”
I giggle and say, “That’s not everything.”
I show them my apartment, which is now completely spotless thanks to Sir’s insistence that I complete all of my chores. I also show them my system for completing my schoolwork. I removed my list of instructions from Sir from my bedroom door and I don’t tell them that these changes are completely prompted by my relationship with Mr. Dalton.
When I’m finished, my mom embraces me and says, “I’m so proud of you, sweetie. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you put this much effort into anything.”
“Thank you, Mom,” I say.
We head out to lunch and for the first time since I can remember, my parents and I get through a meal without shouting at each other. It feels better than I expect it to and when I say goodbye and head to school for my evening meeting with Sir, I am grinning from ear to ear.
When I walk into his office, he says, “I read your paper, pet. You did an excellent job. You should be proud of yourself.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I say. “Did I earn my reward?”
“You did,” he says. “Please remove your clothes and sit on the desk with your legs open.”
My clothes, as usual, are off before he even finishes speaking and I immediately sit on the desk and open my legs.
“I’m ready for your cock, Sir,” I say.
Instead of putting his cock inside me, Sir kneels in front of me and closes his lips over my pussy.
As soon as his lips touch me, I gasp as a lightning bolt shoots through me. He sucks and licks and flicks his tongue lightly over my clit and I gasp and twitch and spasm, unable even to cry out as the breath is driven from my lungs. He lifts a hand to my breast and squeezes it, rolling my nipple between his fingers. That sends a twinge of pain through me but instead of hurting, the pain amplifies the pleasure so it feels like there’s a pulsing beam of electricity rippling between my nipple to my clit to my nipple and back to my clit where it collects into bubbles of sensation that burst every few seconds, causing me to shudder.
Those bubbles grow bigger and bigger and bigger until finally an especially powerful bubble bursts and I cum.
