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Sep 2024 Flavor of the Month: Desk Whisky

The semester was getting off to a good start and Aims was feeling good about his students. The English professor was a literary titan, well known for his several published books, so the respect of his students and colleagues came naturally. The big lion’s voice was firm and commanding, his stature tall and imposing, and always dressed the part of a prestigious professor.

Aims strode the hallowed halls of his university in polished, brown, oxford shoes, his gray slacks perfectly pressed and seemed so they would hover just above his shoe to expose his black dress socks. His brown leather suspenders strapped up over his blue dress shirt, the straps pulled away from his flat gut as his powerful pecs pushed them out. The sleeves of that blue and white polka dot shirt were pulled back to expose the lion’s powerful forearms and the dusting of brown hair on them. His mane was long and slicked back, neatly groomed, and his beard a light dusting of salt and pepper, showing his age. His emerald green eyes pierced through his glasses, the black brow rims accenting his strong forehead and his Jersey Boy good looks.

“Hey Professor Aims!” A lanky calico said, her books pulled close to her chest as her blush colored her face. “When was that paper due?”

“Check your syllabus,” the professor smirked and waived her off as he kept moving. This was a common enough occurrence. Many women looked at the lion and wanted a slice of that hunk of man, but Aims was a notorious player of hard-to-get. So much so, that he didn’t have a wife or kids despite his many suitors.

“Good to have you back this semester Prof!” A tall wolf shouted from across the hall.

“Good to be back,” Aims smiled and entered his office.

The lion’s office was exactly what you’d expect from such a prestigious man. An entire wall was made of bookshelves, the back windows overlooked the quad, the furniture made of elegantly carved dark wood, and the typical decor for a professor. The diplomas on the walls, the seating area for office hours, his self-autographed books on the coffee table between brass book ends, a globe that opened up to be a crystal liquor set, but that globe was empty at the time.

The lion sighed, putting his hand on the globe and spinning it. His absence the previous semester wasn’t because of a sabbatical for some new book as the papers said, but because he had a drinking problem. Sure, a professor could unwind in his office, maybe share a drink with a colleague, but when you show up to class hammered, stammer through your presentations, and fail to meet deadlines…it doesn’t look good. For him, nor the university.

“Well, well, well,” someone said from the professor’s desk.

“Who’s there?” Aims cocked a brow. They sounded familiar. The chair spun around to face him. In the seat was a hyena, his claw tips put together in the evil pyramid of contemplation while a cocky grin played on his muzzle. He wore an oversized hoodie that the toned yeen was practically swimming in.

“Looks like the professor has fallen off the wagon,” the hyena smirked.

“Tyler? Get out of my chair,” Aims huffed. He honestly didn’t know what the student was saying.

“Simple,” Ty opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a bottle of whisky. “Looks like that fancy rehab place you went to didn’t work.”

“What?” Aims eyes went wide as he looked at the whisky. He didn’t recognize the brand, but it was open, clearly had a few drinks taken out of it. That’s when he noticed one of his crystal glasses on the desk with a bit of amber liquid still in the bottom. “How did...”

“Professor Aims, such a great guy, such a beacon of moral superiority and blah, bla-blah, bla-blah,” Tyler rolled his eyes and spun in the chair. “If only your students knew what kind of guy you really are.”

“Did…did you bring booz into my office?!” Aims snarled. “Get out!”

“I don’t think you understand, you lush fucker,” Tyler stopped his spinning by putting his feet on the desk, his dirty high-tops dusting the papers he still needed to grade while his baggy pants slipped down to expose the young man’s trim legs. “What do you think your students, or even the world would think if I exposed the fact that you fell off the wagon, again?”

“What…” Aims furrowed his brow before it all clicked. “You little shit. Who do you think they’re going to believe?”

“It won’t matter when I submit these pictures anonymously on the internet. All people would see is that you’ve fucked up, your reputation will tank, and there would be nothing left of you when the media has finished picking you apart.”

“You fucking brat,” Aims snarled. “How dare you! I’ll have you expelled!”

“And I’ll have you fired and discredited,” Tyler smirked, a light blush on his cheeks from the booz he drank.

Aims paused, his eyes going wide as he realized his life was in the little brat’s hands. He was frozen to the spot, his satchel slipping from his shoulder and spilling his papers on the office floor.

“W-What…” Aims cleared his throat before continuing. “What do you want? You’re already passing my class.”

“Barely,” Ty threw his head back into the chair and spun it again. “Bump my C up to an A, and maybe I’ll consider not posting these.”

“You know I can’t just change your grade like that. It’ll be too suspicious! The best I can do is a B minus.”

“Oh really? You think your entire life isn’t worth bumping me up two letter grades?”

“Shit! Fine! I’ll figure it out. I’ll adjust your final paper and make-up some extra credit,” Aims huffed. “Now get out!”

“Oh, Aimy boy, we’re just getting started,” Ty cracked his knuckles, stood up and moved in front of the desk before hopping up and sitting on it. “I want you to beg me not to send them.”

“What? Are you kidding?”

“If you don’t just do what I say right away, I’m going to send them right now,” he said, dangling the phone in his fingers. “Now, beg me not to send them.”

“Is this revenge for that lecture incident?” Aims remembered having Ty give his oral report and picking him apart whenever he was wrong. The little shit thought he was the best writer in the university. He wasn’t even the best writer in the state, let alone that room. He thought breaking down his pride would make it easier to build him back up. “I’m sorry. It was a shitty thing to do.”

“Beg,” is all Ty said in response. “And make me believe it.”

Aims grit his teeth before taking a deep breath.

“Please, don’t send those photos,” Aims said.

“Why?” Ty smirked, dangling his phone in front of him.

“Because it’ll ruin me,” Aims huffed.

“There we go,” Ty tapped his screen. “Got that on tape.”

“What…you were recording me! You can’t do that without my consent!”

“Oh please Aimy boy,” Ty rolled his eyes. “That’s in a court of law, but we both know this is more about a court of public opinion.”

Aims snarled at that comment, mainly because he knew it was right.

“Now, for what I really want,” Ty kicked his high-tops off, his white socks old, worn, and lightly yellowed from use. “Come over here and take my socks off.”

“You’re out of your mind,” Aims snarled.

“Listen,” Tyler wagged his phone. “Everything I have gets backed up on the cloud. You can take my phone, smash it, burn it, throw it in the Thames, but I got you by the short and curlies, and I intend to take you out for a spin. So get over here and take my socks off while I sit on your desk.”

Aims didn’t want to, but he knew if the images and the recording were sent he would be ruined. His reputation would be questionable at best if only one got out, but together they ensured his demise.

Aims took a step forward, but Tyler lifted up a foot and pointed at him with his toe.

“Oh no, on your hands and knees Aimy boy,” Ty grinned darkly. “Like a proper fag would.”

Aims snarled, how did that fucker know! Did he know?

The lion got down on his hands and knees and started crawling forward, his face burning with embarrassment.

“Good boy,” Tyler smirked as the lion reached the short guy’s feet. Tyler was a five foot nothing, big guy wannabe, but his feet were oddly big for his size. “Now take off my socks.”

Aims growled, he couldn’t control it as his rage boiled in his breast. He went to grip the hem of the sock, but Tyler put his foot on the lion’s face to stop him.

“Hold on, Aimy boy,” Tyler smirked. “Take them off proper, with your teeth.”

Aims had to use every ounce of his willpower not to just bite that fucker’s foot and tear his toes off, but he knew his life hung in the balance. He opened his maw and bit down gently on the sock, the fabric warm and slightly sweaty as he pulled it back. He felt so gross and dirty, his spine tingling in a mix of revolution and…

The sock slipped off and revealed the guy’s size ten feet. He had perfect toes, a little lint stuck to the bottoms, his foot had an elegant arch and his toe claws were black as night.

“Fuck, that’s good Aimy boy,” Tyler smirked, his hands in his hoodie pockets. “Now, be a good little bitch boy and give them a little sniff.”

“What?” Aims looked up at Ty from between those toes.

“What did I say about making me repeat myself n’ shit?” Ty cocked a brow, a shit eating grin on his muzzle.

Aims looked down, his ears folding back as he snarled, but brought his blunt nose up to those toes and gave them a gentle sniff. They weren’t rank, but they had a light foot funk to them. They were warm as they rested on his nose; the hint of sweat with a bit of that light foot smell tickled his sinuses.

“Good boy,” Tyler smirked. “Now the other.”

Aims snorted out his nostrils, his breath tickling between the hyena’s toes before he moved over to the other foot. He pulled that sock off with his teeth and pressed his nose to those toes and gave them a little sniff. It was just like the other, both a perfect mirror of the other and well-kempt with the heat of someone who walked everywhere.

“Good boy, now, how’s about we get a little more comfortable,” Tyler gripped his belt and undid his pants, the baggy jeans instantly sagging lower, his boxers exposed as those pants flopped on the floor.

“Now, you do the same mister Aims,” Tyler smirked.

“I…” Aims grit his teeth and pulled down his suspenders and undid his pants, kicking off his shoes to expose his size fourteen wides to the world clad in his dress socks. He lost the pants and refused to look up at the hyena.

“What’s the matter Professor?” Ty mocked the lion, moving his foot under his chin to force him to look up. “Feeling a little embarrassed?”

Tyler was still wearing his hoodie, his hands still in his pockets, but the tent in his boxers was what Aims saw right away. How could such a little shit be packing so much meat! That tend was massive, the hole in his boxers trying to find the tip of the hyena’s dick to let that monster free.

“Cat got your tongue?” Tyler smirked, biting on his tongue to mock the lion at his feet. “Let’s see that tongue of yours, make sure it’s still there. Open your mouth and let your tongue hang out like a dog.”

Aims had to fight back tears as he opened his mouth and let his tongue lull out.

“Oh come on now, can’t you give us a little panting? I can see you’re burning up,” Ty smirked.

Aims started to pant, tears stinging his eyes, but he blinked them back. Then he felt Ty’s toes grip onto his tongue and tug, flossing that tongue between his big toe and his index toe.

“Mmmm, Fuck! Damn, that’s one hot tongue,” Ty smiled, the tingling going up his legs shooting right into his dick and making it bob in his boxers. “Put that shit to some actual use. Give my toes a good lecture, Aimy boy.”

Aims did as he was told, Tyler’s toes relaxing and letting the lion’s tongue go free. The lion lapped at them at first, the flavor of salt, musk, and the tinniest grit tingled across his tongue. He ran his tongue over those digits, lacing his flat, velvety tongue through them.

“Fuck, this ain’t the first time you’ve done this, have you Aims,” Tyler moaned, leaning back as his cock throbbed in his boxers. “Now the other.”

Aims blushed at that comment. It hadn’t been the first time, but he didn’t like to talk about that part of his life. He slipped his tongue out from between the hyena’s toes and went to the other. He hoped if he did a good enough job he would just jack off and this would be the end of it. He couldn’t afford to lose his briefs.

“Shit yeah, why don’t you pull down those tighty-whiteys and show me what the infamous professor is packing.”

Aims paused, it was like that little fucker was reading his fucking mind. He pulled off the hyena’s toes and looked up at him through his glasses.

“Please no,” Aims begged. “Don’t make me, please.”

“Oh shit, now I got to see it. I bet you got a little nub of a pecker. Come on now Aimy boy. Show the class what you’ve been hiding under there.”

“I…” Aims grit his teeth before pulling his briefs down and keeping his powerful thighs together. Tyler could tell the lion worked out with how thick those teardrop thighs were, but he couldn’t see the lion’s dick yet.

“Come now Aims, don’t be shy, spread those legs or I’ll do much worse.”

Aims face burned red as he spread his legs slowly, exposing that he wasn’t tucking, but that between the lion’s legs was a thick, juicy, hairy…

“Pussy?” Ty spoke it and Aims had to bite his cheek to keep himself from sobbing. “Fuck, you’re not a man at all, are you pussy boi.” Ty gave a dark smirk as he moved his foot down between the professor’s legs, practically slipping off the desk and rubbing the soft top side against that pussy.

Aims gave a soft groan, almost like a half roar as that foot played with his sensitive secret. Those pussy lips were swollen; they were juicy and dripping, coating those toes with his slick.

“Fuck, that’s hot as shit,” Ty stood up, gripped Aims by the hair and forced his head back to make the lion look at him. “You’re fucking sopping, this shit turn you on Aimy boi?”

“Fuck you,” Aims growled. Even on his knees the lion reached the pecks of that hyena.

“I don’t think you quite have the equipment to do that, now do you,” Tyler smiled, his one foot moving to play with that pussy, gently rub it while he kept a hold of that lion’s mane in one hand while the other was still in his hoodie pocket. “Tell me you like that shit.”

“Fuck you,” Aims snarled.

“Fine, open your mouth then,” Tyler demanded. Aims peeled his lips back into another growl, but he slowly opened his maw.

“Wider,” Tyler demanded.

The lion opened it up wider.

“Tongue out,” Ty ordered.

Aims obeyed, his tongue hanging out like a dogs.

“Good,” Tyler grinned before spitting in the tiger’s maw. “Now swallow.”

Aims flinched as that spit hit the roof of his mouth, his tongue going in to suck that down. Just then Tyler felt those pussy lips twitch and drool.

“Your little cunt has betrayed you,” Tyler rumbled. “You love that shit, don’t you Aimy boi. Say it.”

“I like it,” Aims said.

“No,” Tyler pulled on Aims’ mane, making him growl and snarl. “I said you love it.”

“I love it you little shit,” Aims answered. “Happy!”

“Fuck no, I’m going to get in that pussy. You like that idea? Your worst student fucking that cunt of yours?”

Aims’ pussy quivered at the thought. It was all Tyler needed to hear.

“Lay on your desk, now,” Tyler ordered. Aims felt like he was walking up the steps to his gallows. He stood, a full foot and a half size on that little shit, and yet he felt powerless. He laid back on his desk.

“Good boi,” Tyler had a shit eating grin on his muzzle as he gripped Aim’s thighs and spread them to get a better look at his pussy. The lion’s cunt was thick and juicy, a man cunt with a large, thick, clit that was pushing out and pulsing. Pubs lined his pussy and rolled up into his treasure trail before his rocking bod was covered by that dress shirt.

Tyler moved his hand up to that pussy, sinking two fingers in easily as his thumb rubbed against that needy clit, circling it as he petted the inner walls. Aims gave a little frustrated growl, but not because his pussy was being petted poorly, but rather because it felt so good.

“Yeah? Surprised I know my way around a cunt? It’s easy to pull tail in this university when you’re the one selling weed and Adderall.”

“Fuck,” Aims growled, his pussy absolutely sopping. He had the juiciest cunt a cunt man could ask for, dripping folds, his need rolling down Tyler’s hand and dripping off his wrist or soaking into his hoodie’s sleeve in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck you’re really turned on by this, huh? You have a fantasy of fucking your students? Well, for the next four years, you’re my bitch, Prof. You think I’m going to give up a cunt this sweet? Fat chance!”

“W-What? You c-c-can’t-aaaah-ah-ah-ah-ah,” Aims lost his voice as Tyler found that sweet spot and started circling it.

“Yeah, can’t hear you over you moaning on my fingers in your phat pussy,” Tyler smirked. “Don’t bother buying condoms either. I don’t ever wear them.”

Aims eyes went wide and he looked down at the little shit, a snarl prepared on his muzzle, but his words were lost when he saw the real extent of what Ty was packing. The hyena had dropped his boxers, his fat, nine inch dick pulsed between his legs like a third leg. It was rock hard, dripping pre, and ready to plunge into his pussy. It looked enormous on the short hyena, almost disproportionate. He was gripping the base of that shaft and giving the lion a cocky smirk.

“Like what you see?” Tyler had one of the lion’s legs on his shoulder, his arm lazily wrapped around it as he shook his dick before the professor. The lion didn’t realize it, but his free leg spread further apart. Ty noticed though and let his dick fall down. It smacked against those pussy lips, the thick shaft clearly a match for that man cunt. The lion’s toes flexed in his socks, a little surprised and lusty growl slipped past the professor’s lips.

Tyler murred, keeping the one knee over his shoulder, kissing it once while using his free hand to whip out his phone as he moved his hips back and forth on those swollen, needy petals.

“Damn girl, you’re fucking dripping for me,” Ty smirked as he started recording. “Tell me you want it.”

“I…I want it,” Aims grit his teeth.

“Fuck yeah girl, say it again, but this time, say my name too,” Tyler smirked.

“I want it, Tyler,” Aims blush grew deeper, his pussy quivering.

“Damn right you do,” Tyler smirked. “But my bitches call me Ty. Say it again, and say it right. Make me believe you or I’m going to switch to live stream.”

“Please,” Aims bit his lower lip before correcting his tone. “Please…Ty…I want it. Please Ty.”

“Professor, so informal,” Tyler had a broad grin on his muzzle as he slipped his hips back, his cock bouncing off those pussy lips before the head in line with it. “I know you’re going to give me that A, but why don’t you give me a big fat O right now.”

With that, Tyler pushed in, that pussy yielding to his young cock easily. The sopping wet silk greeted the hyena freely, no resistance from that needy hole as he bottomed out. Aims gave a lusty moan, half growl, that O coming in full force on the video as Ty enjoyed just having that wet pussy pulse and milk his dick.

“Damn girl, you got one grade A pussy, that’s for sure. You’re fucking milking me. You really do want that shit. I bet I didn’t even need to blackmail you, huh? Say it, say it into the camera you fucking slut. Ha HA!” Tyler had his tongue out as he kept himself balls deep in that pussy.

“Fuck, yes, I’m a fucking slut. I’m a slut for you Tyler…er…Ty.”

“Good girl, you’re learning,” Ty smirked and drew his hips back and gasped before laughing. “Fuck dude! You got that gorilla grip on my dick! Fuck! You don’t want me to go! Shiiiiiiiiit!” Tyler smirked as that pussy slurped on his dick, clamping down and not wanting him to leave. He pulled back a couple inches, and obliged that needy pussy, sinking deep and meeting the lion’s pubes with his own modest bush with a soft plap!

“Ah…shhhhhit,” Aims growled under his breath, not wanting to enjoy it, but fuck if that dick didn’t fill him out perfectly. It was deep, it was hard as stone, and filled with a young virility that his other flings simply couldn’t supply.

“Aww, you acting shy Prof?” Tyler started to pull back and sink back in in a soft rhythm. “Come on, don’t hide your face. Look at the camera and tell us your name.”

Aims felt a flush of anger push against the lapping waves of pleasure as he looked up into that camera.

“Fuck, if looks could kill,” Ty chuckled. “Here, let me fix that.” Tyler pulled back and started slapping his hips faster, the lion’s eyes going wide as his thighs shook, his pussy dribbling over his desk and soaking the carpet between Ty’s feet on the floor. The emerald eyes glazed over as they rolled into the back of his head. “There we go, there she is, my good girl. Now, say your name.”

Tyler never let up, he kept the pace as Aims tried to string his thoughts together before he panted out his name.

“Peter…unf!...Aims,” the lion let out.

“Oh, we can do better than that, how about a take two?” Tyler chuckled, his hips moving faster. “Come on say your name.”

“Fuck! I…Ahahahaha…Pe-ter AhAims,” the lion gasped, his pussy quivering as his thighs shook harder, his toes twitching in his socks as the hyena worked his pussy with his big dick.

“That’s a good girl, now who am I?”

“Tyler Rook,” the lion managed to gasp out.

“Good girl, but not quite. What do my girls call me?”

“Oh Fuck! Ty—ah! Ty Rook,” he huffed out, then bit his lip to hold back the groan forming in his throat.

“And what am I to you?”

“You’re…my student…You’re my-ah-uh, fuck, mmmmMMMGRRR! My student!” Aims couldn’t hold back anymore, he was trying so hard, but that dick pushed deep with each palp, that head kissing his cervix each time. His pussy popped. Aim’s maw stuck in a silent roar as he squirted, his pussy juices soaking his dick wile spraying up onto the hyena’s hoodie.

“Holy shit! Struck oil! Fuck, look at him squirt! A Fucking gusher! God Damn! You love that student dick, don’t you Aimy boi? Fuuuuck!” Ty let the ‘ck’ pop wetly in his throat as he slowed down. That’s how he ended the video, putting his phone back in his hoodie.

“I think that’s enough blackmail for a lifetime,” he smirked as, he hugged those legs closer, pulling them to himself and dragging the exhausted lion while his pussy’s gushing slowed, Aims’ thighs calming their tremors.

“Fuck, aren’t you a pretty picture,” Ty smirked as he started rolling his hips, the lion gasping and purring uncontrollably. “Rip that shirt open for me. I’ve always wanted to see those muscle tits. And when I say ‘rip open’ I mean I want those buttons to fly. Capiche?”

Aims was a drooling mess, he didn’t know what else to do but comply. He gripped his shirt and tore it open, the buttons flying in all directions and exposing his powerful chest. He didn’t have visible abs, but he had a powerful core behind a thin layer of fat, but those pecs were massive and juicy with dark nipples that bounced and jostled with each pap of Tyler’s hips.

“Holy fuck that’s hot,” Ty thrusted faster, his hips flying. “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck that’s hot! That’s so FUCKING…Shit!”

Tyler snarled, as his balls drew up and he slammed home, his cock throbbing deep as he came. No warning, no consideration for Aims, just nutting where it felt the best.

Thick wads of hyena cream spat against that cervix, warming it with his young seed. He grunted, his cock pulsing so hard it felt like he was pissing cum. His prostate flexed so hard he felt like he wasn’t going to be able to unclench it for the next shot, but shot after steaming, musky shot came out of that dick and was planted deep in Aims pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Tyler flopped forward and let that pussy milk his nut form him. He had a goofy grin on his maw, his hoodie flopping forward and covering his head. “Shit, you got the pest pussy Prof. I think it goes without saying I’ll be calling you on the regular, and dropping in on your office hours throughout the day. I’m going to be your most diligent student.”

To emphasize his point, Tyler put his hands on Aims’ pecks, squeezing them before moving his head over to lick over those thick, juicy nipples.

“Oh fuck, you keep it tight,” he pushed himself up, his hands gripping those pecs almost painfully until they flexed into solid slabs of stone, Aims snarling. “Come on, learn to take a compliment, bitch.”

Tyler gave the professor a cocky grin before pulling out suddenly and quickly, the lion giving a soft roar as that dick slipped from his folds. Only a little trickle of cum dribbling out of his gape, most of it still nice and deep where god intended.

“Fuck, I was pent up. Shit,” he pulled his pants up and put on his belt, the professor leaning against his desk, his legs still wide open as he panted. “Hope you’re on the pill cuz I don’t wear condoms. Ain’t nothing getting between me and that pussy.”

That’s where it all started. Every day, twice, to sometimes three times a day, that drug dealing, shit talking, brat would cum inside that pussy’s pussy. By the end of the month Aims wasn’t just buying plan B pills, but also pregnancy tests. When he voiced his concerns to the yeen that he was late, all Tyler had to say was.

“Shit, can’t get you pregnant twice,” and proceeded to rail him raw again. Every time he’d end with saying, “Remember, you tell anyone and I’ll ruin you.”

By the end of the next semester, the professor was starting to show, his belly bulging with the cocky yeen’s brats.

“And that’s why the superlative…” Aims stopped mid lecture to look up at the yeen in the back of the class, his feet up on another desk, his hand raised.

“Yes mister Rook?”

“Ooo! Mister Rook has a nice ring,” The yeen shook his high tops on the desk excitedly, surly a new fantasy that was going to played out later popping in the perverted brat. “Wanted to know what your plans for the summer break were.”

“I’m planning on taking some time off,” Aims said, adjusting his glasses.

“Eh, that don’t sound like too good an idea to me,” Ty smirked. “Would hate to not have access to my favorite prof! Why don't you tutor at your house over the summer. I’d love to be there, day and night, to learn from the great Peter Aims.”

The lion’s jaw hung open, but he dismissed the thought, though the entire time he knew he would have to cancel his plans and cater to this horny fucks libido.

Despite how much he hated him, how trapped he was, his pussy had never been wetter. Ty summed it up so well in his clunky speech while the lion feasted on the lint between his toes.

“Damn, it’s like the opposite of a teacher’s pet. The teacher is my pet. A teacher pet. How does that sound? Say it sounds good Aimy boi!” He emphasized his command by slapping the lion’s face with his foot and grinding his sole into his face until he complied.

The lion gushed after that, the brats in his belly kicking.

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