Chapter 3 Torturous Pleasure 🌶️🌶️🌶️

ALLEN'S POV

I flipped through the pages of the document for a second before I shut it, looking up at the principal. "Ah, Mr Dave. I had to finish going through the last test submissions once more. Just to make sure that I wasn't missing anything." The lie rolled off my tongue so easily like silk.

The man looked around the classroom, his gaze fixing on me again. "You're a good man."

I laughed stiffly, clearly aware of the girl who was under my desk.

Yeah, I was definitely going to lose my license and probably get locked up for violating several professor codes.

"I'm flattered. How can I help you, sir?" I asked, gesturing for him to sit on the chair in front of my desk.

He settled, adjusting his belt as his belly creased and folded. "Now, we've received a few complaints. The last professor in charge of the students council just quit his job so I'm looking for a new replacement."

Something in my head clicked. Student council. Brittany was head of the student council.

I leaned back in my chair. "Ohㅡand you're thinking of making me the new head?"

My words trailed off as I felt a light touch on my leg. Immediately I stiffened in my chair, feeling her slender fingers trace lines up my lap until it was drawing soft circles on my thigh.

I resisted the urge to look under the table but the room suddenly felt stuffy. What was she doing?

Mr Dave nodded, the gesture bringing me back to reality. "Precisely. Do you think you can handle it?"

You didn't need to ask me twice.

"Ofcourse."

The smile on his face widened and he dropped a document on the table, pushing it towards me while I scooted closer to the table, staring at the list of clauses I needed to put in mind if I wanted to keep the job.

I pulled it closer, grabbing my pen from the table as I started to look through it and sign it. "Anything else?"

He shrugged. "I also wanted to talk to you about your students. You have exceptional ones. But I noticed a student dropped in gradesㅡ Brittany Jackson? You know her?"

Yes, she was under my table after sucking my dick. But who was going to tell him that?

Instead, I tapped my pen against the mahogany table. "Ah yes, I know her. She had potential andㅡ" I broke off, jerking when I felt hands from under the table reach into my still unzipped pants and wrap around my aching dick.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"You okay?" Mr Dave looked confused at my sudden reaction and I masked my hiss with a cough.

"Yes. Sorry, I think I have the flu andㅡ" I broke off into a forced laugh while I tried not to grip the table when I felt warmth envelop the head of my cock. "ㅡ Jesus Christ, the flu is terrible." I laughed but the sound felt forced.

The principal nodded. "You should take care of yourself."

I bobbed my head fast, leaning my head down for a second like I needed to take a breath but in reality, I met the gaze of Brittany who gave me a mischievous grin, her rosy lips wrapped around the head of my dick.

Fuck, this girl really was minx.

Carefully, I brushed a hand over her cheek before I raised my head up again, forcing a smile. "Don't worry, I'll handle herㅡ" I paused, my nails digging into my palm with self restraint as I felt her teeth graze my dick, tongue wrapped around me like a vice.

I was fucking going insane. The urge to thrust wildly into her mouth overwhelmed me but I kept still, knowing the principal was right in front of me, talking and gesturing wildly.

"ㅡ Mrs Theophanie had two students fail from her class last term. Two, Mr Allen. That was like a huge embarrassment to the school. I remember the parents storming in here mad that the children had flunked their testsㅡ" Mr Dave droned on and on.

"Hm... that's... really terrible," I kept a straight face even as I slightly bucked my hips, making it look like I was simply adjusting in my seat. "How did that um... work out?"

Mr Dave leaned in closer and I did the same too, pushing farther into her wet mouth under my table, feeling the torturous pace of my dick in her mouth, sliding deeper until it brushed against the back of her throat.

I was fucking gone. This was torture. Maddening torture.

"Really terrible," he shook his head.

My lips wobbled and I could feel my eye twitch. "Fuck..." I let out. Then I realized how breathy that sounded so I cleared my throat, trying not to focus on her hand playing with my balls. "That's a bad thing. I can only imagine."

I was so close. I could feel my balls tightening at every glide of her tongue, at the feel of her fingers fondling with my balls. I had no idea how much longer I could keep up this facade without Mr Dave finding out. What the fuck am I doing?

Suddenly, his phone buzzed and he raised a finger to silence me. No problem there. "Yes?" He stood up, adjusting his tie. "No! Not that one. God, can't I trust you with anything? I'll be right there. No, Alec! Don't touch anything!"

I watched his outburst for a second before my gaze slid to Brittany on her knees taking every inch of me into her small mouth while one hand worked the base of my cock and the other was under her skirt, moving furiously.

Shit.

"Mr Allen?"

I jerked my head up. "Yea?"

He nodded at the document. "You're a gem in this school. I'll see you on Monday, okay?"

"Of course," I forced a grin, a rather painful one at that, and he walked out, placing his phone to his ear again, his voice echoing in the hallway.

As soon as the door shut behind him, the forced grin wiped off my lips and I pulled out of her mouth and dragged her out.

"Come here,"

She stumbled, her breathing heavy as I hoisted her up to sit on my table, using a hand to push away the documents on my table to the floor. Those could wait.

My lips found hers in an urgency I couldn't decipher, my aching dick hanging freely between us, aching for more than her mouth. I pulled away for a second, using a hand to yank the glasses off before pressing my lips to her again while my hand reached between us to grab my dick. She tasted so fucking good I could get lost in her taste. Her lips so soft and desirable as I kissed her harder, plunging my tongue deeper, to taste her.

"Did you enjoy that, Miss Jackson?" I growled, my voice low as I rubbed the head of my cock against her cunt. "Huh? Getting me in trouble?"

She hissed in pleasure, rolling her eyes and tipping her head back as a breathy moan escaped her. "Mr Allen..."

I stared down as the head of my cock caught in the entrance of her pussy. Shit. I slowly pushed in an inch and then, I pulled out. Her walls were tight around me and she kept muttering incoherent words which weren't helping matters at all.

She was so fucking tight and wet. And it was all for me. All mine. Even if just for a moment.

"When I cum, I'm gonna cum in you. You hear me? I'm not going to hold back because you've been a really good girl, Miss Jackson..."

And with that, I pushed in fully, her slickness allowing me to do so easily. "Now... it's time for our next lesson."