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Office Hours Ch. 07

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1

Morning came all at once. Dr. Michaels screamed a stream of obscenities at the cell phone on the edge of the mattress that was chirping her awake just when she was finally basking in a true, deep sleep.

She staggered out of bed and somehow managed to pee, wash her face, scrub her teeth, brush her hair into place, dress, pack up her papers, down a cup of coffee, stuff her bag with a few snacks, scarf a peanutebutter Cliff Bar, hop into her car and smear on a bit of makeup at red lights just in time to make her morning class on time.

A clockwork Monday.

The only disruption came towards the end of her commute when Dr. Michaels spotted Jason cycling along the side of the road on his bulky, gaudy yellow mountain bike. Michaels decided to be nice and honked at the kid, offering a quick wave as she flew by. The loser blew a kiss at her in her rear-view mirror. She rolled her eyes and felt only a small ache of guilt over never once having offered the boy a ride.

As the week wore on, Michaels almost wished she had stopped and scooped Jason into her crappy Volkswagen when she had the chance, if only to get him alone for a few minutes. Word had apparently got out that Dr. Michaels was a "cool teacher", and she suddenly found herself with a huge influx of desperate children clambering for a piece of her of office hours. Though Michaels often talked herself into being annoyed, the truth was that she actually enjoyed the parade of silly kiddos that came through her office, desperate for her opinion and guidance. So many personalities with so many distinct perspectives, and all of them so confidant that they were adults while shyly demurring to her and silently praying for her approval. It was really quite adorable.

All throughout the week, Dr. Michaels found she had little to no time to spend with her pet. The surge of students taking advantage of office hours eliminated all desk fucking, and most games in between. And with finals fast approaching, Dr. Michaels' committed teacher side managed to keep the sadistic hedonist side from stomping the floor and drawing Jason away from his schoolwork most evenings. Though she worked herself sore every night with her fat, green vibrator, Michaels refused to derail the kid's education any more than necessary.

Of course it was too much to ask that she totally abstain. She couldn't help but hold him back after class a couple of times, pushing him backward against the edge of the desk for a quick, rough makeout. She gripped his throat with one hand, clawed his hard ass with the other, while viciously tonguing his face. All the while she kept a watchful eye for the slightest jiggle of the classroom doorknob, ready to spring away and make up some excuse, even if her mind was burning too hot to know just what that excuse would be.

These little sessions still weren't enough, however, and so Dr. Michaels found herself yanking Jason by the hair into a paper closest near the main computer lab in the student union just before the halls filled with students scurrying between late afternoon classes. Dr. Michaels herself had an afternoon class, so there was no time at all for even a quick fuck. And in any case, the computer lab tended to go through a lot of paper. So Michaels satisfied herself as well she could leaning against the door, skirt hiked up and underwear taut between her calves as Jason sat on his knees and kissed her thighs. Just her thighs, Michaels soon decided, slapping him hard every time his lips and tongue began to drift too high. She swirled her her clit hard, occasionally dipping her middle finger down inside the tight, hungry hole below, moaning shamelessly as people murmured and streamed along just inches away on the other side of the door.

And Jason...oh, Jason! He caught onto the game fast, burying his shaggy head between her legs, kissing his way up the inside of one leg, nibbling his way down the other. The boy kept making attempts at her cunt with his tongue, not because he thought he could achieve a lick, but because he knew that denying him with slap after slap got Michaels off. Such a good boy. Jason lavished her knees with warm pecks before twisting to lick a long, wet, tingling trail from the back of her knee to the base of her ass. The feeling was spectacular, and Michaels' satisfaction was surpassed only by the sight of the pet's eyes, nearly insane with the desire to taste her, to please her, to wrap his mouth around her sex and drink deep from the chalice that was Dr. Michaels.

The poor boy couldn't help but beg for it aloud, murmuring, "Please, Ma'am...please!" as she slapped him away over and over, a jolt of electric terror and excitement shooting up her spine as someone tried to open the door against her back only seconds later. If anything, the commotion outside the door had grown, dozens and dozens of students streaming by close enough to hear snatches of gossip and sniff perfume while she had her way with one of their peers. It was almost certain that a handful of Dr. Michaels' students had passed by. Perhaps a few who she sat with during office hours recently. Perhaps Lindsay.

Michaels worked her clit harder than ever, spattering specks of hot fluid over Jason's face just below. He smacked at the droplets of ambrosia that found his lips, and lapped up the tiny rivulets that were starting to leak down her inner thighs with his warm, velvety tongue. Finally Michaels grabbed the back of the pet's head and forced his face hard into her pussy, immediately sparking a fast, quick orgasm that shuttered her like a good sneeze.

It was a fun, satisfying little game that Dr. Michaels filed away to play again another day when she had time to wrestle out a more memorable climax, but in the meantime she only had time to toss Jason a handkerchief and power walk across campus to make her afternoon class.

And then, of course, came office hours.

Other than Jason, Lindsay Gregs soon proved to be her most adamant devotee. The ditzy blonde girl came often and early, even beating the pet to the door on a couple of occasions. She seemed to like going over every tiny aspect of her assigned readings and pending papers line-by-line. Dr. Michaels the Teacher was downright excited to accommodate the girls' academic anxiety, even as Michaels the Pet Owner raged at the interruptions to her play time. Yet Lindsay was so vulnerable, so fragile. So eager for a simple pat on the head from someone she respected.

It reminded Dr. Michaels all too clearly of her early days with Jason. Before he was a pet. When he was just a scared little boy who she would whisper comfort to while he shed frustrated tears against her shoulder.

The comparison became all too real one afternoon when Lindsay showed up both more timid and eager than ever. She was stressing hard over a simple two paragraph response she was assigned to write about a particularly challenging essay on rhetoric comparing the nature of books to the human mind. It was a pretentious, bloated piece that Dr. Michaels didn't even care for, but it had made something inside Lindsay snap. Halfway through going over the one paragraph she had written, the poor bimbo had lost it and begun to bawl, wailing about how stupid she was, and how such a stupid, stupid girl didn't deserve to be at this school.

Dr. Michaels sighed and experienced a bout of dejavu as she squeezed an arm around Lindsay's shoulders and leaned close to murmur a monologue of affirmations near the girl's ear.

"You're not stupid...this is just a new kind of challenge...you're transitioning...you're one of my best students, and you're doing just fine...I'm proud of you, and there's no reason to give up..."

After a long twenty minutes, Lindsay finally started to buy it and stopped her sniveling. Dr. Michaels managed to squeeze in a few more minutes of actual explanation concerning the troubling essay before it was time to gently dismiss Lindsay.

"Thanks, Professor," Linday said as she packed her things into her backpack, worn once more kangaroo-style across her front. "Really...thanks."

"It's no problem, Lindsay," Michaels said. "Just don't let it pile up to this of point anymore. If you don't understand things, and you feel yourself getting overwhelmed, just come to me first and we'll figure it out."

Lindsay had nodded rapidly, thumbing her reddened nose, clearly embarrassed by her recent outpouring even as her eyes continued to mist over.

"I get why Jason is, like, all into you," she said. Michaels' throat clenched closed, but she managed to keep her face calm. "You guys are a lot alike. Just, like, totally sweet."

"I suppose," Michaels said, tense, searching Lindsay's bashful face for any sign that she meant more than she was saying.

But no. No, there was nothing coy behind those flitting eyes. The girl was simple and sincere.

In a way, that was even more troubling.

"You know, Professor..." Lindsay went on. "Sorry! Um, Doctor, I have to go to the theater's show sometime this month for one of my classes. The Importance of Being Earnest. I have a couple of tickets, and...it could be fun?"

Dr. Michaels sighed the child's name. "Lindsay..."

"I never really got all that stuff when I read it, the, the...subtlety stuff? And you mention Oscar Wilder sometimes and everything."

"Wilde. Just Wilde." Michaels forced a smile. "I'm always busy in the evenings, Lindsay, but go ahead and see it and I'll be glad to talk over anything you didn't understand during office hours."

"Oh. Sure."

Lindsay's face fought against disappointment and embarrassment. She was suddenly very eager to leave the office. But Lindsay still flashed Dr. Michaels a quick, warm smile before scurrying out of her office.

2

Dr. Michaels wandered towards her car in the bustling parking lot, still a bit dazed by little Lindsay's drama. Another child latching onto her! Clinging! And a girl this time! Dr. Michaels hated girls. The last thing she needed was another child fawning after her attention and time. What was with these kids? Just wild, indeed!

Why was Lindsay even asking her when it was obvious she really wanted Jason by her side at the play? The two of them in the dark, elbow-to-elbow...a 'totally sweet' guy her own age, who just happened to have read more Oscar Wilde than even Michaels...

Just as she was closing in on her car, her fingers hooking the keys in her bag, a hand grazed Dr. Michaels' arm and made her jump ten feet in the air. She spun around, expecting anything and anyone except Ted Barlows.

"Oh!" Michaels gasped. "Oh, um, hello there. Hi, Ted."

"Yes, yes, hello Doctor," Ted said with a touch of playful sarcasm. "I just wanted to say hi. No need for panic."

Michaels chuckled and fished a kinked cigarette from her shoulder bag. She saw Ted frown with disapproval, and took an extra deep drag in defiance as she lit up.

"You know that the student council has has approved a smoking ban on campus, right?" Ted said. "If the board signs off on it, what are you going to do?"

Michaels exhaled a stream of smoke into the cool evening air. "Sneak a few puffs at a time in the little girls' room, like I always have."

Ted rolled his eyes."You're a real bad seed, lady. But hey, you're also a hit with the kids around here, so maybe I'm just jealous."

Michaels shrugged and took a few quick, shy drags on her cigarette. This was starting to feel too much like flirting, and Dr. Michaels didn't like it. She had done the flirting thing with Ted, and knew it lead only to boring and awkward scenes.

After another deep puff, Michaels screwed her courage to set Ted straight.

Yet just as she opened her mouth to tell him off, Ted Barlow patted her arm like an adult pats a child and said, "Oh, you would have been fun at the party!"

Dr. Michaels subtlety shrugged away from his touch and asked, "Party?"

Barlow demurred and awkwardly slipped his hand from her jacket sleeve. "Um, Dr. Reinhold's party. Her retirement party last week?"

"I...I didn't hear about it," Michaels said growing tense.

Ted suddenly didn't seem too comfortable himself, though he masked it behind strained, casual enthusiasm. "Sure you did! Last week, during lunch in Fleck Hall?"

Michaels flashed back to a cafeteria table mysteriously packed with soccer girls rather than her colleagues.

Colleagues who had been having a party without her.

"No one told me."

Dr. Reinhold? Michaels liked her. She thought they were almost friends. Michaels had spoken to the old bat for half an hour that morning last week, and Reinhold hadn't said a word about retiring, much less a party.

"I'm sorry," Ted said, actively backing away a half step. "I didn't know. I guess--"

"Why didn't you invite me?" Dr. Michaels asked, peering into the eyes of a man she had shared her body with, who she had always thought could be her friend. Should be her friend.

"Really, I didn't know! I guess I just assumed you wouldn't want to come."

"But you didn't even ask. You didn't let me say no."

Dr. Michaels was interrupted from saying anything more as a hideous, powder blue box of a trendy car pulled near and the most gorgeous black woman Michaels had ever seen leaned out the window and waved at Ted. The geeky, pasty biology professor waved back

"Hello!" the goddess driving the hideous monstrosity called out the window.

"Hello, my love!" Ted crooned back. To Michaels he said in a much more placid tone, "That's my wife, Jenny. Come meet her! I bet you two get along."

Dr. Michaels turned towards gorgeous Jenny Barlows long enough to see that the woman knew all too well that Michaels had once fucked her husband before finally unlocking her own car.

"Thanks, Ted. I'll see you around."

3

By the end of the week, Michaels found she needed the pet so badly that a bit of drool actually dripped from her lips as Jason stripped naked near her doorway. There were no rituals that night, no games. Less than ten minutes after the boy had knelt at her feet to be slapped, Michaels was atop Jason, fucking him like she was trying to win an award. His hands were tied above his head to the slats of her headboard with a plastic zip-tie, and the underwear she had worn through a long day of teaching was crammed deep in his mouth.

Heat burned in her cheeks like she had a high fever and she pounded down on the pet over and over, harder and harder. The boy's eyes were scrunched closed, the lashes wet with tears from combined suffering and ecstasy. Every few seconds, Michaels gave the pet a slap, moaning with pleasure from his muffled groans of pain.

"That's right, you pathetic little shit!" Michaels heard herself growl amid an almost endless stream of insults just before smacking Jason. "You love it!" Smack. "You love it!" Smack.

Michaels leaned down and hissed spittle into Jason's face as her fingernails dug hard into his nipples. Jason screamed against his gag and bucked beneath Michaels, his wrists yanking at the zip-ties binding him. Michaels simply giggled and tongue-fucked his ear as she slowly sank her nails ever deeper in Jason's chest.

All the while, the fire that the boy's big cock was rubbing into her body grew and grew with every slam of Michaels' hips. It was a fire that been nagging at her inside her belly all week, and now felt unbearable to endure even a second longer. Soon, yanking at Jason's hair, Michaels began to feel a shutter in her breath as her very mind began to obliterate.

And then the sad little boy almost ruined it all.

Michaels felt Jason suddenly convulsing. He started jacking his cock up into her hard and spasming like a failing motor.

He'd come. The pet had come! He came before her, and without permission.

Michaels growled with annoyance and smacked Jason hard once, twice, a dozen times, before pressing her face to his forehead.

"Ooh, you bad, bad little boy!" she hissed against his lips.

Michaels wrapped her hands around the boy's neck and started fucking him harder then ever, hard enough that one or both of them might end up with bruises the next day. The pet was spent, but Michaels knew that his enthusiastic, young cock wasn't about to deflate like a popped balloon--he would in fact stay good and hard for at least a couple more minutes. And better yet, the over-eager little boy would no longer feel so good about the pounding he was getting now that he had come. Not good at all. It would hurt, in fact. Hurt worse and worse so long as a drop of blood stiffened his prick.

Jason's face showed his agony almost immediately, scrunching in on itself. He moaned and bucked his head back, his eyes fluttering open with a pleading expression. Michaels laughed and responded by gripping his bangs with hand and his throat with the other, drinking in the pet's agony with her eyes.

The fire raged in her body, screaming to combust. And then, all at once, staring into Jason's pained, wet eyes and feeling his throbbing pulse against her grip, Michaels felt an explosion spark. Every muscle in her body stiffed with courses of hot electricity. Her spine shot straight, then shuttered backwards in a curve as Michaels' vision went dark. She shivered with joy for ten thousand years before remembering she had to breath, only to realize she didn't know how. Michaels wheezed a deep gulp of air into her lungs between her teeth, then shuttered it back out with a series of squeaks and gurgles. She melted down atop Jason, gasping every few seconds as pleasure continued shooting lighting through her body.

Dr. Michaels panted and groaned against the side of Jason's head for a while, shivering with satisfied delight. She soon became aware of the pet's warm breath puffing at her ear. Soon after, she felt his cock finally go limp enough to slip out of her body. Michaels suddenly felt every bit as naked as she was.

Michaels popped up onto her knees, still straddling the pet. She plucked the panties from his mouth—now mostly soaked with his disgusting drool—and tossed them to the floor over her shoulder. She then leaned over and snatched a pair of scissors from the side table, using them to snip the boy's hands free from the headboard. The sad little kid didn't even bother rubbing his wrists, and instead immediately began caressing Michaels' body, one hand finding the perfect path to trace up and down her spine, making Michaels bite her lip and whimper.

"I'm sorry I was bad, Ma'am," Jason said very softly.

Michaels scratched him under the jaw and said just as softly, "It's alright, kid. You're still learning."

Jason beamed up at her, and took her hand just long enough to give her fingers a deep kiss. Michaels rolled her eyes and snatched her hand back, flicking the boy between the eyes as she sprang off of him. She scuttled off the bed and arched her arms over her head as she cracked her back, knowing full well that Jason was probably half hard again at the sight of her body.

But Michaels was done with him, and said so with a few snaps of the wrist. Just before closing the bathroom door she poked her head out and said, "I bought a bunch of sodas last night. Citrus, in the fridge. Help yourself on the way out."

And then, because she just couldn't help it, Michaels popped out again to say, "And work on your damn peer reviews! What don't you get about the words 'two page minimum'?!"

Michaels walked naked to the shower and worked the knobs to get a good steamy flow going. She first took a washcloth to her crotch, dabbing away all the gross, viscous fluids trying to dribble down her thighs. She then tilted her head right into the flow of the water, washing the sweat from her short hair and thoughts from her mind.

Safe word.

Michaels rolled her eyes beneath closed lids. "He's fine," she murmured to herself. "He loved it. If he wanted me to stop, I would have known."

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