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Though Mr. Miller hadn’t expected to run into Emily upon returning to his classroom from his much-needed lunch break, he also wasn’t particularly surprised when he did.
The sixteen-year-old juvenile delinquent was practically asleep when Mr. Miller walked into the classroom, and she even had the audacity to groan audibly as he turned on the lights upon entering the room, having been happily sitting huddled in a corner in the dark. Her teacher almost jumped a little himself upon spotting her, reminding himself this was far from the first time he had returned to his classroom to find Emily waiting for him in the dark.
“Hello, Emily,” Mr. Miller said with a small smile and a shake of his head, closing (and locking) the door behind him as he did so; he would normally have left it open, even despite having no more classes for the rest of the day, but if Emily was here, that meant he would likely be occupied for the foreseeable future, potentially until dismissal. “I’ve told you not to wait for me in my classroom like this. Where should you be right now?”
“Well, I was in Chemistry, but I got kicked out and sent to the office for mouthing off,” Emily answered him dutifully, still blinking a little as she adjusted to the classroom’s irritating fluorescent lighting. As usual, the girl was wearing far too much eyeliner, and her outfit was similarly outrageous and bordering on violating the dress code: a pair of black short-shorts that didn’t even make it halfway down to her knees, black and white stockings, and a black hoodie so large she was practically swimming in it.
“And then Mr. Jameson sent you here to be disciplined because I’m the only one in this school you listen to?” Mr. Miller finished the rest for her, raising an eyebrow and watching her with building exasperation as he made his way over to his desk to deposit the remains of his lunch. Unlike his student, he was dressed as professionally as always, in business pants, a button-down shirt, and a colorful tie.
“See, that’s why you’re my favorite teacher, Mr. Miller,” Emily confirmed as she stood up and stretched, but not before shooting a wicked smirk over at the older man. “You’re just so fucking clever.”
“Language.”
“Sorry.”
Despite Emily’s nonchalant manner and her teacher’s apparent exasperation, this was something the two had grown well accustomed to. Ever since she was a little girl, Emily had always been one to push the envelope and toe the line, frequently disobeying her parents and other authority figures right from the word “go.” And the older she got, the more difficult she became, dressing all in dark colors, talking back to her teachers, even explicitly pursuing relationships with boys (and girls) she knew her parents disapproved of. In fact, as far as most of the school was concerned, Emily was little more than a juvenile delinquent with a track record.
Except, oddly enough, for Mr. Miller, who was somehow the only teacher in the entire school – if not her entire academic career – Emily actually respected. In his class, she was always attentive and studious, turned in all of her work, and never fell behind. Indeed, when it came to Mr. Miller, she was always on her best behavior, even comfortable, even if she still managed to push his buttons on a regular basis. In fact, as time went on, and she increasingly got into trouble in other classes, her other teachers, and even Mr. Jameson, the principal himself, grew to rely on Mr. Miller to discipline the young woman and help keep her in line.
When asked why Emily seemed to behave better with him than anyone else, Mr. Miller offered a variety of reasons: he listened to her; he’d been a difficult child growing up himself; he allowed her to express himself; he refused to allow her to antagonize him; hell, maybe he was the only one to actually respect her. Whatever the reason, it soon became standard practice to send Emily to Mr. Miller’s classroom whenever she was misbehaving, and he would soon have her straightened out, at least for the rest of the day, if not longer. After all, it seemed to work, so what harm could there be in the girl having a mentor?
If only they knew.
“So, you said you got in trouble for mouthing off, is that right?” Mr. Miller asked as he put away what was left of his lunch and prepared to discipline the young woman as he had been instructed to do, going so far as to loosen his tie a little to make himself more comfortable.
“Yeah, somehow else started it, but I finished it,” Emily said with a shrug, walking over and then sitting down on top of one of the student desks closest to her teacher’s workstation so she could lean back and kick her legs back and forth a little. “Raymond was being a creep, so I told him off, then he started being a creep to Mia, so I told him off for that too. Of course, Mrs. Beverly only saw the end of it, so I called her some names. And now…here I am!”
“We’ve been over this, Emily,” Mr. Miller said, looking at the girl sternly as she sat atop the desk only a few feet away, still kicking her feet back and forth as though she didn’t have a care in the world. “If Raymond – or anyone else – is bothering you, go to the teacher first. We’re supposed to handle these things. Otherwise, you just get in trouble.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Emily replied with a groan, rolling her eyes and leaning back on the desk as though she was about to die from boredom. “How many times are you gonna teach me the same lesson over and over, Mr. Miller?”
“As many times as it takes for you to learn your lesson, it would seem,” her teacher reminded her, still glaring at her from behind his own desk. Shaking his head and realizing it wasn’t worth it, he ultimately gave in. “Very well. You know the punishment for mouthing off. Let’s begin.”
And, smiling slyly again, Emily actually did as she was told. Sliding off the desk she was sitting atop of, the young woman closed the distance between herself and her teacher and then obediently fell to her knees right in front of him. Placing her hands behind her back, she looked up at him with wide eyes and then opened her mouth, like a baby bird about to receive a meal, even going so far as to stick her tongue out.
Once Emily had assumed her position in front of him, Mr. Miller proceeded to unbuckle his belt and then open his slacks, reaching into his boxers and then fishing out his cock, still mostly soft, but growing ever harder at the sight of the sixteen-year-old girl kneeling before him with her mouth open and ready to receive him. Taking hold of his prized possession, the man then began rubbing up and down the length of his dick, growing a little harder as the seconds go by, until he was finally as hard as a rock.
“You ready?” he asked, holding his hardened cock in his hand.
“Uh-huh,” Emily groaned eagerly, her mouth still wide open and waiting.
With that, Mr. Miller then placed one hand on the back of Emily’s head and then pushed his cock right into the girl’s mouth. Moaning gently as inch after inch of her teacher’s cock pushed past her lips and into her mouth, Emily fought to keep her eyes open and looking up at Mr. Miller as she took him, already running her tongue up and down the bottom of his cock as she sought to lubricate him for what was to follow.
Having done this many times before, Mr. Miller took things slow…at first. Waiting for Emily to adjust to having her mouth stuffed full of his cock, he pushed and pulled slowly and gently at first, allowing Emily to bob her head and suck his dick at her leisure until he felt she was ready for more. Once he managed to fit almost the entirety of his cock in the girl’s mouth and down her throat, however, he knew he no longer had to hold back, and so he finally allowed himself to let loose and discipline Emily the only way that seemed to work.
Namely, by fucking her mouth.
With one hand still gripping the back of Emily’s head to keep her from fully withdrawing at any moment, Mr. Miller began thrusting his cock in and out of the girl’s sopping wet mouth as though it was her adolescent cunt, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust. Every movement stuffed Emily’s mouth full of his cock, almost gagging her with his girth, while he forced himself farther and farther down her throat until she was practically choking on him. His hips moved rhythmically, back and forth, back and forth, quicker and quicker, harder and harder, his balls slapping against her chin again and again.
“Gug! Glug! Gug! Guggg! Gluuggh!” Emily gagged as she looked up at her teacher, merely bobbing her head in time with Mr. Miller’s thrusts as she kept her hands held behind her back. Long streams of drool and saliva were already dribbling down her chin as his balls smacked against her lips again and again and his fat cock pushed deeper into her welcoming mouth and down her throat. Yet still she stared up at him, maintaining eye contact as best she could, even as her teacher fucked her face, knowing that was exactly how he liked it. “Guuggg!! Mmmgggll!”
“Good girl,” Mr. Miller said with a small smile as he looked back down at the girl, still driving his hips into her face and his cock into her mouth. He watched with delight as those two simple words of praise sent a shiver of pleasure running down the girl’s spine, causing her to bob her head faster still. Emily was well and truly deepthroating him now, taking every inch of him, and he couldn’t have been prouder. “Remember, Emily, these are the consequences of your actions. You know what happens when you mouth off; I put that mouth of yours to better use.”
Yes, in the end, some students simply needed a more unique approach to discipline, after all, and Mr. Miller was nothing if not cosmopolitan in his teaching techniques.
Mr. Miller spent a good ten minutes or so fucking Emily’s face right there in his classroom, with the girl on her knees in front of him and holding her hands behind her back so she could do nothing but bob her head in response to his rapid thrusting. Lines of drool and saliva slid down the girl’s chin and throat as she took her teacher’s cock deeper and deeper still until she was practically gargling his dick. Even her mascara began to run as she looked up at him, refusing to break eye contact, looking more and more like a cheap whore the longer she let her beloved teacher use her mouth as though it were his own personal pleasure-hole.
Just as he felt Emily was about to give in, Mr. Miller forced the entirety of his cock into the girl’s mouth, sliding his cock past her tonsils and down her throat until her mouth was pressed against the base of his cock and his balls were resting against her chin. Blinking away tears that only further smeared her mascara, the girl looked up at him with nothing but adoration in her eyes, holding her breath as best she could as she tasted every inch of her teacher’s thick meat buried in her mouth and down her throat.
And then, finally, he released her.
“Guuhhhh!!” Emily gasped the moment she was able to breathe again, Mr. Miller having let go of the back of her head and then pulling the entire length of his cock out of her mouth for the first time since he shoved it inside her. Blinking away a few more tears, Emily used the sleeves of her oversized hoodie to likewise wipe away some of the saliva and drool covering her mouth and chin. “Holy shit, Mr. Miller, I think I almost fainted that time!”
“Language,” her teacher reminded her again, stoic as ever, even with his cock standing at full mast and throbbing with desire, covered as it was in the girl’s saliva.
“Sorry.”
“And don’t think you’re done just yet,” Mr. Miller indicated, still watching the girl as she recovered, catching her breath and cleaning herself up as best she could while still on her knees and merely inches away from his swollen pecker. “When you’re ready, join me up here.”
“Yes, sir,” Emily responded, smirking a little despite herself and wiping away the last of the saliva covering her lips. As strict as Mr. Miller could be, there was no denying he was her favorite teacher, and she felt he always managed to bring out the absolute best in her, whether as an educator or as a disciplinarian.
Once she had sufficiently caught her breath, Emily stood back up on her own two feet, taking a second to stretch her aching knees. Then, passing in front of Mr. Miller, the girl then took her place in front of his desk and began undoing her little black short-shorts, pulling them and her moist panties down just enough to reveal her bare buttocks and her glistening pink pussy, but keeping on her oversized hoodie. Emily then leaned over and placed both hands on the desk before her, arching her back to give her teacher a better vantage point from which to enter her.
“Come on, Mr. Miller,” the girl said as she looked over at him, a smile on her face and her cheeks burning red, even as she bent over, fully exposing herself to her mentor. “Your favorite student has been a very bad girl.”
Never one to let Emily – or any student – get the better of him, Mr. Miller remained calm as he took his place behind Emily, taking hold of her waist with one hand as he used the either to guide his hardened cock inside her. He paused only for a moment before he slid inside her, debating whether to sheath himself in the girl’s cunt or anus, before deciding her sopping wet pussy was practically calling his name. Wordlessly, he then pushed the head of his cock against Emily’s slick cunt, sliding inch after inch of his length inside the girl as she whimpered beneath him.
“Oh, fuuuuuck…!” Emily gasped as she held on for dear life, her eyes widening as she felt Mr. Miller’s thick cock slide inside her tiny pussy, stretching her inner walls far past their limits. No matter how many times they did this, every time with Mr. Miller somehow felt like the first time, and she almost had to bite her lip to keep from crying out whenever he entered her.
“Language.”
“Sorry…”
Just as he had with her mouth, Mr. Miller started slowly and gently, allowing Emily time to adjust to his girth buried inside her most intimate of places. As he thrust in and out of her, however, feeling her loosen up, he began to pick up the pace, moving harder and faster, until his hips were slamming against her bare ass again and again. It thus wasn’t long until the man was fucking the girl’s adolescent pussy with every bit as much force and speed as he had when he had fucked her mouth only minutes before, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh began to fill the otherwise empty classroom.
“Huh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhhnn!” Emily found herself moaning and groaning as she took her teacher’s cock again and again, her fingers tightening their grip on the desk below as she struggled to maintain her position. Mr. Miller was already slamming into her with enough force to cause her entire body to quiver and shake, her back arching and her legs wobbling beneath her. She relished the sensation of his cock pounding deeper and deeper into her needy slit, as well as the feel of his hips slamming against her bare ass again and again.
It was a good thing Mr. Miller had decided against putting it in her butt this time, Emily thought to herself as she began bucking her hips in time with her teacher’s thrusting, meeting him movement for movement and begging for more. The last time he fucked her ass with this kind of ferocity, she hadn’t been able to sit down for days!
And still Mr. Miller went on, both hands now gripping the girl by the waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her tighter and tighter, driving himself in deeper and deeper. He could feel Emily writhing and shuddering beneath him, her back arching, her limbs shaking, her breasts likely bouncing back and forth beneath her oversized hoodie. The girl’s bare ass was already red and raw from where he had been slamming against her, forcing himself deeper and deeper into her cunt, even as she begged for more.
Emily was always tight, but she seemed even more so this day, her sopping wet cunt clamping down around his thrusting cock as though her body was afraid he was going to leave and never come back. As though in response, Mr. Miller drilled into her with newfound intensity, stretching her little hole wider and wider, forcing her to open up to him as he rearranged her insides with his rock-hard cock. Even then, Emily continued to roll and buck her hips as best she could, struggling to meet her teacher thrust for thrust, eager to feel every inch of his thick girth buried inside her teenage womb.
“Mmmm! Mmmmmgghh! Uhhnnn!” the girl grunted and whimpered beneath him, bending over more and more with every thrust, her back arching so much it was almost painful. Her arms and legs shook, barely keeping her standing, and it took everything she had not to collapse and let her teacher simply fuck her unconscious. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…!”
Finally, at long last, just as Emily was certain she was about to faint for the second time that day, she reached the summit. The girl’s eyes shot wide open as she felt her orgasm vibrate through her in waves, emanating from her womb as it was filled wit Mr. Miller’s thrusting cock again and again, causing her entire body to quiver and shake until she was practically seeing white. It took all she had just to keep herself upright, no doubt making several more very embarrassing sounds as she came harder than she had in months.
As was so often the case, Emily’s orgasm served as the catalyst for Mr. Miller’s own, and feeling her adolescent cunt tighten around his thrusting cock was enough to send the man running for the finish line. Humping Emily from behind like a jackrabbit, slamming his hips into her bare and tender ass harder and faster than ever before, he too finally achieved climax and then came inside the girl with everything he had. Mr. Miller buried himself to balls-deep inside Emily as he filled her with his seed, spewing load after load of hot cream into her womb where it belonged.
When at last he was confident he had deposited every last drop of his ejaculate inside his student, Mr. Miller slowly but surely pulled his softening cock out from within Emily. The delinquent whimpered a little as she felt her teacher withdraw, missing the presence of his cock already, but nonetheless taking pride in feeling so full of his seed, even as some of it began to overflow out of her cunt and leak onto the floor of the classroom below.
“There, I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” Mr. Miller stated as he slapped his softening cock against Emily’s bare ass a few times as a means of cleaning himself up and ensuring he didn’t get any discharge on his own clothing. “You promise to be good now, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mr. Miller,” Emily said softly, closing her eyes and smiling a little as she savored the sensation of her teacher’s warm ejaculate within her. “For at least another couple of days, that is. You know, until I need to be disciplined again.”
It was true what they say, Mr. Miller thought to himself as he shook his head and then reached down to give Emily’s bare ass a firm but gentle smack: spare the rod, spoil the child.