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What Teachers Do in Their Free Time

By: Ash Cinder

Featuring Barnaby

It was near the end of my English class and all I wanted to do was end the school week and get started on my weekend. It'd been a long week of tests and I was ready relax for a little while. Professor Barnaby's English class was one of the only classes I didn't have a test in today.

The Old English Sheepdog began going over our next reading assignment over the weekend, as he usually did at the end of class.

I began to pack up once the bell rang, eager to get off campus and start my shift at my work.

"Sure are in a rush," Professor Barnaby commented, "big plans for the weekend?"

I smiled as I looked up at the Old English Sheepdog, smoking his pipe and putting away his books.

"Nah, I just gotta get to work," I clarified.

"Well, at least from your last assignments, it's pretty clear you're not letting your job get in the way of your studies."

He gave me a warm smile as he blew smoke from his pipe. Professor Barnaby was one of the sweetest professors I had. He dressed very stereotypically, with a sweater vest and slacks. His glasses and excess fur around his muzzle really completed his look. You could tell he was either a professor or teacher just by looking at him if you just met him randomly on the streets for the first time.

"See you next week, Professor Barnaby."

"Have a good weekend Ash," he called back.

I walked out to the parking lot and unlocked my car. Most college kids dreaded having to go to work, but my job wasn't the typical fast food service worker that most students got. It thankfully never took me long to get there. It was surprising a place like that being so close to my university.

I pulled up to the club and looked up at the front. "The Red Rocket". Yup, that's right, I worked at a strip club. Specifically a male strip club. And I wasn't just some bouncer or bartender either, I was one of the dancers!

I pulled up to the back of the club and parked in one of the employee spaces and got out of the car, walking in through the rear door.

"Evening Ash," a Doberman named Spitz greeted.

"Back at you," I replied.

I entered the dressing room where several of my coworkers were changing into their outfits to get started with their shifts.

Working at The Red Rocket had been an interesting experience. When I first got the job, I mainly did it out of desperation, hearing that the money was pretty good, but it ended up not being as demeaning as I was worried it would be. In fact, it was actually a lot of fun.

I changed into my outfit; some tight, red speedos, and a fancy red Sunday vest with a black dress shirt underneath. I grabbed my pen and paper and prepared to start serving tables before it was my time to go on stage later.

I started tending to my assigned tables as usual, most of the customers blending together as the evening went by, that was until I checked on a customer that had just gotten seated at table 17.

"Good evening sir, welcome to the Red Rock--"

I cut myself off, my eyes going wide with surprise as I got a good look at exactly who I was serving, his eyes meeting mine.

"Is that you, Ash?" Professor Barnaby asked in disbelief.

"P-P-Professor Barnaby?" I stammered.

I stared wide-eyed at the old sheepdog, it was definitely him, he was even wearing the same sweater vest he'd been wearing earlier in class, the only thing missing was his pipe, due to our no smoking rule.

"So, this is where you work?" He asked with a bit of a chuckle.

"Uh, yeah... haven't seen you around here before," I said, laughing nervously.

"Hadn't tried this club yet and was up for something new this evening."

"Well, it looks like you got what you were looking for..." I said awkwardly.

"Oh, don't look so awkward, son, we're both adults here."

"I know... I just don't normally see people I recognize outside of work here," I said with a giggle. "So, can I get you anything?"

"Maybe a little less clothes on you?" He said suggestively.

I laughed and blushed. Wow, my English Literature professor was hitting on me...

"I'll take some water to start off with, and a Long Island iced tea," he requested.

"They'll be right out!" I said, writing down the order and heading toward the bar.

I couldn't believe Professor Barnaby was here. I always figured I'd eventually run into someone from school, but I never thought it'd be a professor!

I dropped off the ticket at the bar and served a few more tables before returning to Barnaby with his order.

"Here's your water and drink."

I placed them on the table in front of them.

"Thanks," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "So, when do you go on?"

I blushed.

"You're looking forward to seeing my routine?" I asked.

"Of course, I'd love to see if that devil outfit is just for show or not," he said with a smirk.

I could feel my face heating up now. The old English sheepdog sure knew how to make a coywolf blush.

"I go on in about 30 minutes."

"Perfect, I'll be sure to get a good view," he said with a wink.

It was so surreal having this sort of talk with one of my professors. It was true that I'd had a bit of a crush on Professor Barnaby, but that was mainly because I had a thing for dads and Barnaby was certainly the textbook definition of one. He always wore clothes that were about two or three generations behind the current trends, he was a few inches taller than me with a noticeable beer belly, and what really completed the look was his excess facial fur around his muzzle.

I left him to his drinks and made my way backstage to get ready for my routine. I got my red suit and tie on. All of the dancers had a theme surrounding their name and their routines. My stripper name was Ash Lucifire, and I would start out dressed as a devil, and gradually strip down to a red speedo. My song of choice was always Sympathy for the Devil, which you would think wouldn't work as a stripping song, but my routine made it work.

I straightened my tie and got into position. I could hear the song's slow opening start, with the announcer introducing me.

"Please give a fiery welcome to Ash Lucifire!"

The audience clapped as the curtain parted, and I strutted down the stage in my red suit, moving my body slowly with the pace of the music. I grabbed the pole at the end of the stage and walked around it, scanning the audience to see if Professor Barnaby was watching. I spotted him, right in front of the stage, sipping his drink and watching me. I flashed him a smile before continuing my routine, unbuttoning my red jacket and tossing it to the side, now just wearing a black button-down vest, tie, and red slacks.

I got a few whistles and cheers from the crowd as I climbed up the pole and spun around on it as the music started to pick up in pace.

"Let's see more!" I heard someone cheer.

I began to unbutton my vest as I danced, and undid my tie. I did a power slide on my knees to the end of the stage, tossing my vest off and coming face to face with my professor. I gave him a smile and decided to improvise a bit, looping my tie around his neck and pulling him a bit closer. I kissed my fingertips before gently touching his nose with them. That really got the crowd going, with some vocal cheers and clapping.

I released the tie and got back up to finish up my dance. I'd never really done anything like that before, involving a customer with my dance. A few of the other dancers would do it sometimes, but I guess it always felt too personal to me. I guess it was easier to do it to someone I knew rather than a total stranger.

I looked back at Professor Barnaby, feeling my face heat up a bit as I caught a glimpse of him throwing some cash my way, all the while waving my tie in the air. He was really having a good time, and from all the cheers in the room, so was everyone else. I started twisting around the pole again, as it came time to give the audience what they really wanted to see.

I smirked as I hung myself upside down from the pole, clutching it tightly with my legs, reaching down and unzipping them, and pulling them below my waist to reveal my bulging maroon underwear, which got more cheers from the crowd and more money thrown my way. I moved higher on the pole before gripping it with my paws and releasing my legs, and dropping them back down to the ground, my unzipped pants following.

I got a more whistles and cheers from the crowd as I stuck my ass out and shook it around. I hoped Professor Barnaby was getting a nice view of it.

I did a few more struts around the stage, making sure everyone got a good look at bulging underwear, which was bigger than usual tonight. As the song came to an end I began gathering all the dollars thrown my way when I suddenly felt someone slip something in the back of my underwear.

I let out a surprised yelp, and turned around, seeing my English professor standing there with a cheeky grin on his face before walking back to his seat.

I reached behind me and pulled out a twenty dollar bill from the back of my speedo.

Once all the money had been gathered up, I put my vest back on and went back out to check on my tables, eventually making my way back to Professor Barnaby's.

"Judging by all those dollars I saw you toss my way, I take it you liked my moves," I said with a wink as I took his empty glasses.

"Haven't tossed anyone that much in a while."

"Well, don't I feel special," I added with a giggle.

"I've got a few more bucks to spend tonight, think I could get a private dance?" He asked with a sly expression.

"Woah... you serious?" I asked, blushing.

He waved a hundred-dollar bill in front of me.

"Did I stutter?"

I blushed even harder. My English Literature professor was coming on to me with me at my own place of work.

"Well, your money's good, follow me and let me get us a private room."

My heart pounded in my chest as I led my professor down the hall, grabbing one of the keys off the rack and leading him to room 9. I couldn't believe I was about to give a lap dance to one of my college professors. I unlocked the door and showed him inside.

"Go ahead and have a seat over there."

I pointed over to the nice leather chair in a corner of the room. He took a seat and smirked up at me, rubbing his crotch slightly. I blushed as I grabbed the remote and switched on the music, shaking my hips gently as I strutted over to him. I smiled at him as I began to sway my body back and forth, with him nodding approvingly.

I always loved when I got to dance for older men, in particular. Age difference to me was so taboo, that it always felt like I was doing something I wasn't supposed to. But now that the older guy was my actual teacher, it turned me on even more!

As I shook my hips, I looked down at him with a smirk. I noticed he was tapping his paws on the arms of the chair, looking a bit antsy.

"Clients aren't technically supposed to touch the dancers, but I won't tell if you won't," I said with a wink.

He smirked back at me and reached out with his paws and rubbed my hips while I continued to move them back and forth. I giggled, enjoying his firm but gentle touch. I turned around and shook my ass around his crotch. I twerked it a bit, simulating as if I were riding him.

"Mmmm, you have a very nice ass," He said in a deep lustful voice.

I let out an excited yip as I felt him give my left cheek a squeeze.

"So, that thing you did during your dance," he went on, "do you do that every time you go on stage?"

He mimicked what I did earlier, kissing his fingertips and touching them to my lips. I let out a nervous giggle.

"You'd be the first I did that with. Just kind of improvised it on the spot."

"Well, it certainly made my night."

He continued to run his paws up and down my hips.

He patted his lap.

"Wanna sit on daddy's lap?" He asked.

I didn't hesitate and took a seat, letting him prop me up with his arm behind my back. He placed his fingertip against my chest and gently slid it down, making my body shiver a bit. I blushed as I looked into his crystal blue eyes, enjoying the warm fatherly expression he was giving me. I loved the furry mustache on the old sheepdog's muzzle, it made him look even more like a dad than he already was.

"How about a kiss for your favorite professor?" He teased.

I blushed,

"Okay."

We both brought our muzzles together into a soft kiss. I giggled, his mustache tickling.

"I a_m_ your favorite professor, right?" He whispered deeply.

"After tonight, you know it!" I answered before locking muzzles with him again.

I moaned as I felt one of his paws drift down my body and rest against my bulging underwear, rubbing it gently. We broke the kiss and I checked my watch.

"Dang, we only have a minute left."

"Hm... When do you get off?" He asked in a sly tone.

"About an hour."

"How about you show me another private dance at my place?"

I was pretty sure my heart stopped for a second. Professor Barnaby really wanted me to come back to his place after my shift?!

"Y-You got it, sir!"

Once the night came to an end, I closed out all my tabs and met Professor Barnaby out in front of the club.

"All ready to go?" He asked.

"Yup, all clocked out!"

"Then, let's go," he said, holding the passenger door open for me.

I buckled up and we began the drive to his place.

"So, how long have you been working at that club?" He asked.

"Pretty soon after I turned 21, so like... 8 months I think?"

"You're pretty good."

"Thanks, you'd be surprised how much money I've made doing it."

"With what I saw tonight, I probably wouldn't be."

I shifted bashfully in my seat.

"I didn't think I'd ever see anyone from school show up at my work... or at least no professors," I admitted.

"Professors have lives outside of class, you know."

"Well, yeah, but... I guess I didn't peg you as the kind of guy who'd go to a club like that. You always seem so old fashioned and sophisticated in class."

"There's a lot of things my students don't know about me."

"Oh really? Like what?" I asked.

"Maybe you'll find out tonight..."

Professor Barnaby's house was about how I pictured it, very classy, more than one bookshelf with a lot of important looking books, and some nice leather furniture, but nothing too much.

"Make yourself at home," he said. "Need a drink? All that dancing must be thirsty work."

"Yeah, I could use some water."

I took a seat on the couch while he got me a glass.

"You know... you're not the only professor I've had some fun with," I confessed.

"Is that so?"

"Just the only one I've seen at the Red Rocket."

"So, that's how you're passing all your classes," he said with a smirk.

"N-No, I'm doing fine in all of them--I mean, I just--"

"I'm just busting your chops," Barnaby joked, playfully patting my leg.

I blushed and giggled a bit.

"What can I say, I just really love older men," I said.

"Can't say I've ever been with a student of mine," Barnaby said. "Was too risky at the other colleges I taught at. Was always liable to get fired for conflict of interest."

"Not here though," I commented. "It's kind of a normal thing at our school."

"Interesting."

"Yeah, there's even a somewhat secret club for students and teachers who want to hook up," I revealed.

"Definitely a different sort of school. But enough small talk," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer. "How about we move this to the bedroom and you can give me that private dance I wanted?"

I blushed a bit and got up from the couch and let him lead me to his room where he sat on his bed.

"Can I see a dance, without the underwear?" He asked with a smirk.

"Well, since you've given me such high scores on my papers," I said, before slowly removing my tight briefs and dropping them on the floor, "sure."

His eyes widened a bit with surprise as he stared at my erect member while I shook my hips.

"Damn, and you're a bottom with _that_between your thighs?"

I just gave a shrug before I started to dance again, waving my hips back and forth. Barnaby gave a nod of approval and I turned to shake my bare ass in front of him, grinding it a bit against his crotch.

He let out a deep growl.

"Am I good to touch?" I heard him ask.

"As if you even have to ask," I said, giving him a slutty look over my shoulder.

I moaned as I felt him run his paws over my bare ass. I backed up a bit and stuck it out further in front of him. He moved his paws up and down my slender body, running his claws through my fur.

I felt him lick my back as he tried to pull me closer.

"Come sit on daddy's lap again," he said, patting it.

I happily did so, feeling him grind his bulge against my ass. I turned to face him and let him wrap his arms around me and lock muzzles with me, this time in a more passionate kiss than the one he gave me at the club. I felt his tongue push its way into my mouth. I loved the way the excess fur around his muzzle felt, as well as serving as a reminder of just how much older he was than me.

He growled and ran his paws up and down my body, feeling up my skinny form. He broke the kiss and licked his lips.

"How about you be a good boy, and get your professor out of these clothes?"

I nodded and got down on my knees, starting with his pants, briefly feeling up the very noticeable bulge he had before unzipping his pants and peeling them off, revealing to my surprise, a diaper underneath. I looked up at him, certainly not expecting that. Now it was his turn to blush.

"Oh dear... Looks like I forgot I was wearing one today..." He said in a nervous tone.

"This is certainly another side of you I wasn't expecting to see," I said.

"I-It doesn't bother you, does it?"

"Everybody's got their something," I shrugged off with a wink.

"Believe it or not, they're more comfortable than underwear," he joked.

"So, since you're wearing that, would that technically make you a 'Baby-Daddy'?" I asked with a smirk.

"Hey, I tell the dad jokes around here," he said in a playfully scolding voice, reaching up and ruffling my head fur.

I giggled, slowly trying to undo it.

"Don't worry," he reassured me, "I haven't 'used' it today."

I let out a small sigh of relief before undoing it and pulling it off him, freeing his fully erect member which pointed right at my nose. I blushed a bit and held it in my paw for a second before turning my attention back to undressing him, slowly unbuttoning his green button-down vest. He reached down and began stroking himself as I carefully pulled it off him, leaving only his white dress shirt and red bowtie.

I undid the tie and let it rest on the back of his neck before unbuttoning his shirt, knowing the task of undressing him was almost complete! I pulled back both sides of the shirt, revealing his sexy dad bod, his white belly and chest fur looking so fluffy and inviting. I briefly reached out and groped both sides of his chest, making him let out a deep chuckle.

Once I pulled off his shirt and tie, we were both now equally nude. My tongue flopped out of my mouth as I looked at him up and down. I'd always thought Professor Barnaby was hot before this, but seeing him nude, all I wanted to do was cuddle his big soft body.

I climbed into bed next to him and wrapped my arms around his large form, running my fingers through his soft white and grey fur while he continued to stroke himself.

"You're so soft, you're like a dad's ultimate form," I said.

He chuckled and got more comfortable on the bed, laying down with me following suit. He turned on his side and wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close to him. I rubbed my face against his thick chest fur.

"How's this?" He asked.

"I could cuddle with you all night," I replied.

He let out a relaxed sigh before meeting my gaze and gently pushing his muzzle against mine once again. I moaned, letting him push his tongue into my muzzle and lick around my oral cavity. We both held each other's bodies tightly as our tongues slid in and out of each other's muzzles. I don't know why, but I loved kissing older men even more than letting them fuck me. As fun as feeling my ass bred by someone old enough to be my father or grandfather was, kissing them made me savor the age difference even more between us, the feeling of muzzle on muzzle contact, the intimacy of it, of feeling the strong arms of an older canine holding my younger body against his, and the manly smell. It was just such a turn on.

We continued to make out and I felt him slide his big paws down my back, resting them on my ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

After a few minutes, he broke the kiss and looked at me with a warm smile.

"But, I'm sure there's more you'd like to do with this old sheepdog tonight..."

My face got a little warm and I nodded.

He turned over to the bedside table behind him and pulled something out of the drawer.

"How do you feel about pup play?" He asked, holding up a black leather collar and leash.

My tail wagging rapidly behind me said it all, with him responding with a toothy grin. He reached out and fastened the collar to my neck and clipped the leash to it.

"How does that feel?" He asked.

"G-Great..." I answered, my tail wagging faster.

"Not too tight?"

I shook my head.

"Good," he replied, stepping off the bed. "Now, be a good boy and help daddy with this," he grabbed his member and wiggled it enticingly.

I eagerly crawled off and began nuzzling and licking his thick, pink member. He drew in a deep breath followed by a blissful sigh as I wrapped my muzzle around it and began to pleasure him. I looked up at him, looking so much bigger and sexier at that angle. I reached up with my paws and rested them against his belly before slowly sliding them down, all the while moving my head back and forth, taking it all each time.

He gave me a warm smile as he looked down at me and petted me with his free paw, continuing to hold the leash in the other.

"Mmm, you're good at this," he complimented.

I wagged my tail and giggled, continuing to suck the old sheepdog off.

I licked his white furry sack and inhaled his musky scent. He sighed happily while I worked and kept giving me pets

"Alright, that's enough," he said, patting my head.

I released his cock and looked up at him, wondering what he wanted to do next.

"We should do this properly," he said.

He dug around in his drawer and pulled out a black leather harness. He looked down at me with a smirk as he started to put it on.

"You want daddy to breed you, don't you?" He asked, tightening the straps around his body.

I nodded.

"Then be a good boy and put this on," he ordered.

He reached into his drawer again and presented me with a ball gag.

"Not sure how loud you're going to get, but I'd prefer not to risk the neighbors hearing our fun."

I nodded and quickly slipped it on, the red ball fitting perfectly in my muzzle.

"Now get that cute little ass in the air and show your daddy how much you want it."

I happily jumped up on the edge of his bed and lifted my tail, continuing to wag it in anticipation. I felt him rest his free paw on my ass as he positioned himself behind me. He pressed the tip of his cock, still very slick from my saliva, against my pucker.

I let out a deep moan as he slowly slid his member inside me, arching my back and feeling him tug slightly on the leash. He sighed deeply, pushing his cock inside me until his hips were touching mine. He reached down and stroked the fur of my back, allowing my tailhole to get acclimated to his shaft.

"Feeling okay?" He asked.

I looked back and nodded.

"Good, I always make sure to be gentle."

He leaned forward and licked the back of my neck.

I let out a moan of longing, if I could have talked, I probably would have begged him to breed me.

He let out a deep chuckle and gripped the leash tightly before slowly shifting his hips forward and backward, sliding his cock in and out of my tight hole.

I began to pant like a bitch in heat. It felt amazing letting this old sheepdog have his way with me. I clenched against his member as he pushed inside me.

He sighed happily and groped my ass.

"So tight," he moaned.

He ran his paw down my spine while he gently humped me. I stretched out and raised my ass into the air, happily wagging my tail. Barnaby huffed deeply as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"That's right," he panted, "lift that ass for Daddy, pup."

I began to moan loudly each time he thrust inside me. It was a good call on his part to have me put the ball gag on, plus it made the situation that much hotter. My body trembled with pleasure as I felt him start to hump me a little faster and harder.

"It's been a while since I've bred a younger pup like you," he growled deeply. "Maybe I'll have to look into that club you were talking about."

I let out a moan in agreement.

As he continued to push his hips against me, I could start to feel his knot stretching my tailhole. I couldn't wait to take it.

"You want to take Daddy's knot tonight?"

I nodded and let out an enthusiastic moan.

"Then I'm going to need some extra leverage..."

Without warning, he pulled his cock out and quickly turned me over on my back before shoving it back in me again. I reached up and held onto the straps on his harness and looked up at him.

"That's better," he sighed.

And with that he resumed slamming his hips into me. My eyes rolled back in my head while the old sheepdog fucked me, all I could do was hold onto his harness tight to make it easy for him to knot me.

"Who's a good boy?" He asked teasingly.

"Mmff!" I moaned.

"Is it you?"

He reached down and rubbed my belly and played with my leaking cock.

"Mmff, mmff!"

"Ruff, ruff?"

I continued to clench each time he shoved his member inside me. God, this was amazing, I never would have guessed Professor Barnaby would be so virile.

"You want Daddy to burry his knot inside you?" He asked.

I nodded my head eagerly.

"Moan for your daddy's knot, pup."

"Mmmff!"

"Let him know you want it."

"Mmmmmfff!"

"How badly do you want Daddy Barnaby's load, boy?"

"MMMMMFFFF!" I cried.

Barnaby began to shove hard and I did my best to relax my tailhole. As soon as I felt that thick knot pop inside me, I immediately shot jets of cum all over my chest and belly. I heard Barnaby let out a deep chuckle, thrusting with his knot inside me a few more times before holding it in there and exploding inside me with a deep growl.

I panted hard through the ball gag as I focused on the warm feeling filling my belly. Professor Barnaby turned us over on our sides and held me close. I rested my head against his chest and breathed deeply. I could still feel his shaft throbbing inside me, pumping more and more of his seed into my belly.

He hugged me tight and pulled the ball gag off my muzzle.

"W-Wow..." I moaned.

"Good pups get an A from Professor Barnaby," he said, winking and booping me on the nose.

"An A in what?" I asked with a giggle.

"Hm... obedience school, I guess?"

I laughed and gave him another kiss. He sighed deeply as our tongues slid against each other. I rubbed his chest and belly affectionately until we broke the kiss. I looked down and clenched his knot. It was still pretty swollen.

"You going to let me crash here for the night?" I asked.

"Well, it wouldn't be very nice to just rip my knot out of you before it's ready, would it?" He asked, before rubbing the top of my head. "Especially after you've been such a good boy."

"Arf!" I yipped.

We both relaxed against the bed, with him holding me tenderly.

"We should do this again," he suggested.

"Come see me after work, anytime."

I breathed slowly as I dozed off in the old sheepdog's arms. My job may have been physically taxing and lasted late into the night, but it definitely had its perks.

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