One ring, than two. On the third, I pick up.
"Hello?" My voice rings through the speaker.
His breath quickens.
"Fuck...uhm...hey..."
"Are you okay?..." My voice changes to slight concern.
"Y-yeah...just...keep talking...please..." He pants, his voice a whimper.
"What to talk about then, Mr. Kenji?"
"Ah...say my name..."
"Mr. Kenji?..."
"J-just...ah!...just Kenji please..."
"Kenji?"
"Yes, yes..."
"Ohhh...I understand now. Baby~"
"W-what?" Kenji's voice changes to shock.
"Silly...little Kenji, touching yourself?"
"..." Silence from Kenji.
"... I'll be there in 10 minutes darling."
"...thank you Daddy..."
I growl at the name.
"Be there in 7."
I hang up the phone.
Not even 7 minutes later, I'm at the house. I knock at the door, filled with lust and energy. I thought, if I fucked, I could go for hours. I wish I fucked Kenji today.
My thoughts are disrupted by the door opening. It swings open to reveal Kenji, in only his boxers. I let out a low growl at the sight.
"Teacher Kenji..." I tease, looking him up and down.
"... don't...please..." He looks down at the floor.
"Don't what?..."
"Don't call me teacher..." He whimpers.
"Would you rather I call you good boy?" I tease. His face goes even redder than before. I take his flustered state to come in and close the door, slamming him against it. He grunts in pain, his grunts replaced with whimpers as I get down on my knees and squish his juicy thighs. They're like pillows. I look up at him.
"Good boy."
"Shut up..."
"Make me." I smirk.
His eyes darken with lust and he pulls off his boxers, his cock springing out.
"Aww, how cute and petite. Are you going to fill my mouth with that?"
"...shut up and take it...I swear to god, if you have a bigger dick than me..." He mutters, impatient.
I take his cock into my mouth. First his tip, and as I go onto his base, I moan around him. He moans back, enjoying my mouth. He bucks his hips, thrusting into me.
He tenses, like he's going to cum. I pull it out.
"Cumming already?"
"Shush...I was jacking off beforehand..."
"Naughty boy." I stick out my tongue and lick his tip.
"A-ah!~ Please!" He moans. I lick him from his balls to his tip, and deepthroat him. He pants and thrusts into my mouth, faster and faster. He cums, his seed going down my throat.
"Fuck!" He moans out loudly, slowly thrusting through his orgasm. He pants as all of the events come back to him.
"Damn it...I'm such a slut." He mutters.
"A good slut."
"Daddy, stop..." He whines.
"And what if I don't want to?"
"...continue..."
And then, the next morning. Kenji wakes up on the couch, sleepy and disoriented. As his eyes adjust, he remembers last night. How I had sucked him...and then took care of him? He wasn't used to such sweetness after something so naughty. Then again, it was one of his students...
"Good morning my sweet Kenji."
"...what have you done to me?"
"Nothing."
"..."
"Would you like pancakes, darling?"
"Take me home."
"Why?"
"This is over."
"Okay."
Kenji is confused, not expecting me to be so nonchalant about it. He had just ended their whole...thing, and I was so normal? Was I a whore?
"...have you done this with multiple guys?" He says.
"Nope."
"Why do you not care about me leaving?"
"I know you'll come back for more. You know my number and address- you'll want more." I look at him with a smirk.
"...fuck you. You're not getting that A." He growls.
"Haha, you'll give me it anyways. Let's get you home now, hm, sweetheart?" I smile.
"..."