The Professor 06: Teacher's Pet
Calvin tried to shift himself to a more comfortable position under the desk. It was one of those old mahogany antiques, so it wasn't too small, but he'd been under there for two hours already.
The white cat was once more glad for his short height and slim frame as he pressed his muzzle forward, taking the thick wolf-cock jutting towards him into his muzzle.
He felt it throb as he slid his tongue wetly around it, making sure not to make any noise as he did. He could hear Professor Kirkpatrick talking still, voice not breaking a moment as the feline slowly slid back and forth, not using much suction to avoid making sounds.
He could feel his erection straining at the inside of his panties, but, mindful of Kirkpatrick's earlier warning, kept his paws on the professor's thighs. He could feel the wolf's shaft push to the back of his throat, thick and hard and throbbing. Several drops of pre-cum leaked out onto his tongue as he resisted the urge to purr.
Calvin had been under the desk since lunch. Kirkpatrick simply pointed, and down Calvin went. The underside of the desk was lined with a few blankets to muffle any noise, but Kirkpatrick still warned Calvin to be silent while he worked. It was a thrill, to be sucking the professor's cock so publicly, in front of all the other students, without them even knowing it!
The cat almost groaned and caught himself as he tasted another thick glob of pre-cum, feeling it slide down his muzzle. The wolf already came twice; this was the third time he'd grown erect, the third time in two hours Calvin set to work. Those two hours were tough for the slim feline; his cock had been raging the entire time and the white silk the professor had him wear were completely soaked.
Calvin loved how it felt to have the wolf's cock in his mouth. Especially with the way Kirkpatrick was sitting - it pointed straight out horizontally, in line with the floor, making it just a bit stiffer than it would have been normally. The cat's cheeks bulged as he pushed forward deeply, taking the entire shaft in, feeling the head push into his throat. His nose pressed into the wolf's crotchfur and he could smell nothing but the thick musky scent of the older male.
Fortunately, Calvin opened the windows of the classroom and there was a good breeze, dissipating the smell, except beneath the desk.
The bell rang then and he heard Kirkpatrick give the class a few more instructions as they left. Then the room was quiet, except for Kirkpatrick's pen. Calvin knew he liked to get some work done right after class to save time grading later on. The cat had been at the professor's house the past two nights as the wolf graded end-of-term papers. His ass was still a bit sore. Kirkpatrick was riled up easily by poor grammar and took it out on the feline. Calvin didn't mind, however, since he both enjoyed the spankings and was already getting an A. Not because he was the teacher's pet, but because he worked extra hard on his papers and assignments. Kirkpatrick would have really given it to him otherwise, he knew.
Calvin let himself purr a bit, only softly, as he swallowed the thick cock, letting his throat muscles massage the head. He was rewarded by a low growl of pleasure from Kirkpatrick, who finally set his pen down.
"Such a little slut," Calvin heard the wolf say, "but what a great cocksucker!"
Calvin purred a bit more loudly as he flushed, cheeks growing red beneath the desk. He pushed back more firmly onto Kirkpatrick's thick, slick shaft, letting his tongue rub up against the underside, just below the glans. He knew Kirkpatrick enjoyed that, and would often cum.
Not at the moment, though. The wolf pushed his chair back and smiled down at the feline beneath the desk.
"You were a very good boy today," he said. "I think it's time you got a reward for being such a nice little bitch."
Calvin nodded and pressed his hands to the floor to hold himself steady as he leaned forward, head bumping up against the underside of the desk as he tried to look at the wolf.
"Go lock the door, pet," the big wolf said, standing up.
Calvin scrambled out from below the desk and hurriedly did as the wolf said. His long tail waved behind him, curled up at the tip so it wouldn't drag on the floor as he returned to the desk, head down.
"This is for you," the professor said. He opened the upper-right desk drawer and took out a small package, then gave it to Calvin to open.
The cat looked at the wolf inquisitively, but he just smiled and nodded. "Go on, open it."
Calvin lifted the lid from the box and lifted out the contents. It was a thin leather collar with a silver buckle. The leather was pure white and had a silver tag hanging from it engraved with the words "Good Boy."
The feline purred loudly as he put it around his neck and buckled it. The collar felt wonderful and he smiled at the big wolf happily.
"I thought you might like that," the wolf said, reaching into the box. He pulled out a matching lead and attached it to the small ring the nametag hung from. "You deserve it."
The wolf pulled on the lead, bringing Calvin in close. The cat gasped as he felt Kirkpatrick's large paws slide down his backside and pushed eagerly against the wolf. Calvin loved Kirkpatrick's body: broad chest, toned belly, strong arms and legs, and his incredibly masculine scent.
The wolf grinned as he slid a paw down to the feline's rump and squeezed the base of the cat's tail. Calvin moaned again and pressed his cheek to the canine's chest, arms wrapping around the wolf's belly.
"Mmm... such a good little boy," Kirkpatrick said.
Calvin purred again, deeply, and pressed even more tightly against the wolf. He could feel Kirkpatrick's thick erection sliding through his bellyfur and pressed his hips forward. He groaned as the wolf's fingers ran between his rumpcheeks.
Kirkpatrick shuddered and pushed forward. Calvin could feel the wetness of a thick spurt of pre-cum and moaned, bringing his paws down to his master's shaft to stroke it. He shivered at the feel of the thick wolfmeat, feeling the veins, before squeezing the wolf's testicles.
Kirkpatrick grunted again. "Damn, boy, you know how to turn a wolf on," he said, grinning at the cat. He wrapped the lead loosely around his wrist a few times before reaching down and grasping Calvin by the hips. The bigger male lifted the white feline easily and set him on the desk. The wolf pushed him side to side, clearing a space, and stepped up, pushing his cock over Calvin's silk panties.
Calvin spread his legs around the wolf's hips and leaned his head back over the edge of the desk, moaning with pleasure as he felt the big wolf's cock dribble over his own, still trapped in the panties. Kirkpatrick rubbed his chest and belly with one paw as the other pulled on the lead, making Calvin arch his back.
"Good boy," the wolf murmured. He pulled at Calvin's panties, bringing them up to the feline's knees. Holding onto the fabric tightly, which kept Calvin's legs together and upright, the wolf pushed forward, until the thick head of his shaft prodded the feline's tailhole.
"Just as tight as ever," Kirkpatrick said, moaning as he pushed forward roughly. His cock, slick from pre-cum and saliva, entered smoothly as Calvin groaned heavily, arms coming up to grasp at Kirkpatrick's forearm.
The wolf shuddered as he pushed in deep and hard, until his heavy testicles lay against the feline's tight rump. The wolf wrapped the lead around his paw one more time, tightening the slack between his wrist and Calvin's neck, as he pushed the cat's knees towards his heaving chest.
"Mmm... fuck, that's nice," the muscular wolf gasped. He pulled his hips back and watched as his thick shaft slid back from Calvin's ass, then shoved himself forward again, listening as the feline let out a loud moan.
Kirkpatrick didn't hold himself back for long - the multiple blowjobs, including the last one left unfinished, meant he was close to orgasm already. He started to thrust, pistoning his hips back and forth smoothly. His cock nearly left Calvin's body on each backstroke, only to fill the writhing male up again as he pushed back in.
Calvin's head rolled back as he breathed hard, moaning every time the wolf thrust in. It felt so good... he could feel his cock throbbing, trapped between his thighs and belly, and started to keen. He was going to cum and he couldn't stop himself.
Kirkpatrick felt the cat tense up and smiled. He liked fucking Calvin to orgasm. The wolf pulled on the lead tightly as he pushed in deep and hard, groaning himself as the cat's ass tightened around him, clamping down on the thick erection.
He held himself there, letting the feline milk him, watching as a few streaks of seed ran down the sides of Calvin's belly, wetting down the cat's fur. Finally, right at the edge, Kirkpatrick shuddered and pulled out with a slick pop. Calvin let out another moan as he felt Kirkpatrick pull out, then the warm gush of cum as the wolf came over his ass.
Kirkpatrick released Calvin's legs and leaned forward, using that paw to stroke himself as he emptied his balls for the third time in so many hours. Breathing hard, the wolf's load was not so big as before, but still sizeable.
Shuddering, he wiped his half-hard erection across a dry spot on the underside of Calvin's thigh, then sat in his chair heavily. Letting out a long sigh of satisfaction, he released the lead and wiped his messy paw across Calvin's chest.
The white cat purred, laying still as he smelled the wolf's semen rubbed over his chest fur, before sitting up and hopping off the table. He pulled the panties up, enjoying the squishy feel of all the cum trapped in his fur, and stood at attention, waiting for Kirkpatrick.
"My house at 8 p.m.," the wolf said, grinning broadly. "I've got a lot of papers to get through yet tonight. Including yours. It better be good."
Calvin grinned. "Yes, sir."