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Ain't King of This Class 1

For Limemas

By Draconicon

The first thing Larry did when he opened his classroom door was check behind it. After the last few days of finding one of his students in unlikely hiding places, the lion really didn't want to be snuck up on again. She was starting to creep him out, despite how nice she tried to be, and it was a little difficult to bring that up to the college authorities. One might ask why, and then...well...

Not like anyone would believe that she was flirting with me and not the other way around, he thought, going through his usual process of checking through the different closets and book chests in the room. Students don't usually DO this.

He still wasn't sure why Sarah was doing this, as a matter of fact. The border collie was constantly trying to get him alone, or find a way to sneak up on him and get him to give in to another one of her little schemes. Those schemes, of course, usually involved some sort of sex, something that would give her some sort of power, some sort of control over him for a little while.

Not that she was trying to cheat and get better grades, as far as he could tell. If anything, she seemed completely uncaring about the state of her grades (solid Bs, actually, not that far from her breast size). Instead, she seemed very attached to...him.

Larry blushed as he remembered the last time that his little stalker had surprised him. He'd just stepped out of a stall in the bathroom, and was washing his hands. Then another stall open, but rather than there being another man in there, it'd been her. Her, half-naked, her skirt pulled up and her pussy spread wide-open. His cock had gone up in record time, and she'd curled her finger to try and lure him in.

Lion or not, he'd beat feet to get away from that. The last thing that he needed in his first year of teaching was to be accused of impropriety. Whether she just wanted sex or if she wanted something else, she should be getting that from other students, not him.

And let's not even think about the handjob during the last assembly, or all the flashing she did in class...

It was a miracle that none of the other students had seen her without panties that many times. He wondered how she avoided getting anyone else to try and take her on a date. He knew that there had to be males in the class - possibly females, too - that would be happy to go out with someone that easy. The fact that she was still single spoke to something...though whether it was something good, he didn't know.

Shaking his head, he finished going through the last of the hiding places. No sign of her waiting to pop out, no interruptions waiting for when he went to get his materials for his lessons. It was a wonderful change of pace.

Larry let out a long sigh, adjusted his jacket, and then pulled his shirt back down a bit. It had slipped out of his pants just a little when he had stretched around some of the pieces of furniture to check behind them, and the last thing that he wanted was to look unprofessional. He tightened his belt, adjusted his slacks, and then made his way over to his desk.

He had barely sat down when something grabbed him by the ankles. His desk chair slid forward, the wheels rattling on the floor, and the lion gasped as something wrapped around his ankles. Tight, too, so tight that he couldn't pull his legs back as they were restrained as far under the desk as they could go.

"What the -"

"Shhhhh. Quiet, Professor."

That voice.

"Don't struggle now. The last thing you want is for someone to look down here. After all..."

Sarah. It had to be Sarah. Nobody else was this nuts about this.

He felt her pulling on his pant leg, dragging it up until it rested at his knee. It didn't make sense until he felt her lean against him, and his eyes went wide as there was nothing between his fur and hers, nothing between his legs and her breasts.

"I'm not wearing anything down here...You don't want the other students seeing that, do you?"

"What...the hell..."

"Oh, just call it a kink of mine."

She chuckled, and he swore that she was speaking louder than she had to. The classroom might be empty right now, but the door was open, the hallway starting to fill with students. They were the early ones, but they'd be filing in before long. If she spoke loud enough for them to hear her -

He hissed as he felt her hand rubbing up along his thigh, his pant leg dropping back down to his ankle. She was giggling, and he hoped that she sounded quieter than he feared she was.

Her fingers were so gentle, so soft, but it was still wrong. She was unbuttoning him, unzipping him. The feeling of her touching him like this when he couldn't see her was that much more intense, and it made it impossible for him to not start throwing a boner.

"Ooooh, is this just for me?"

"..."

"Heh, don't worry. You'll have to talk soon enough..."

She patted him through his underwear, her fingers fine and slender, teasing him with the claws at the tip. He had to bite his lips to keep some of his whimpers inside. Already, he was terrified of being found out, fear making his erection that much heavier, that much harder. If he was this eager right now, how long would he last if she -

Oh, shit. She was right there, dragging her tongue along the outside of his underwear. He could feel that soft lick, that gentle drag of it, and he clenched his fists as hard as he could on the top of his desk.

"Mmmph..."

"Oh, you like that, hmm?"

Sarah giggled under the desk, her hands running along her thighs as her lips pressed against his cock through his underwear. Every little lick, every little kiss, made him throb that much harder. She nuzzled into him, going all the way from the tip of his tent to the base of his bulge, and he only got harder and harder.

By the time that she was kissing his balls through his underwear, he was pre-ing hard. His cock felt like it was going to explode, so stiff and so eager, and she hadn't even touched it directly yet.

This...isn't...fair...

He was biting his lips so hard that he was surprised that he hadn't tasted blood just yet, and still the border collie continued her teasing. He wanted to slam his head into the desk, wanted to say something to get her to let him go, but no. Anything he said might be heard by those in the hallway, and now that she had him, he had no illusions about being let loose.

And just as she started to pull at his waistband, the door creaked.

"Hey, prof."

It was the first student, one that he didn't even really know the name of that well. Larry nodded, fighting the urge to hiss as Sarah cupped the head of his cock in her hand. The feeling of her palm against his tip was not helping, particularly not when -

Ptoo. She spat on the head of his cock, and then -

"Ah!"

He curled his toes in his shoes and his claws cut into the desk before he could stop them. She had the tip of his cock soaking wet, and she was polishing it, rubbing her palm in rapid circular motions around the tip. It was hitting every insanely sensitive part on it, and he could feel himself slowly losing control. His eyes were bugging out, and he was breathing harder and harder.

"What's the matter, hmm?" Sarah asked. "Come on...you don't want me to do this all during class, do you?"

"Mmmph..."

"Professor? You okay?"

"Fine. I'm...fine."

"You're -"

"I'm fine," he said, forcing the words through his lips as he felt the pressure on his cock get worse. "Don't worry about it."

"You should worry," Sarah whispered. "I'm only getting started here...but let's not make you cum too fast..."

The intense polishing stopped just before it could get too bad. The lion wanted to collapse on his desk, wanted to collapse into panting, but he managed to hold that back. He was starting to sweat, though, his forehead burning as several other students walked in. Still ten minutes until the start of class, ten minutes before he would be expected to start.

Desperate to hide what he could, he held his hands together, folding them and leaning on them as if he was resting. In reality, it was everything that he could do to hold still enough to avoid giving himself away.

Sarah had dragged him so close to his own desk that he couldn't look under it. He could only feel her working, feel her hand dragging his cock down, pointing it towards the ground rather than up against the bottom of the wooden panel. Her hand moved up and down, up and down, stroking him just out of sight, but he swore he could still hear the wet 'fap' sound that it made.

"What do you want?" he whispered.

"Mmm, same thing as always."

"You never tell me."

"Well, you always run away."

He wanted to argue that, but it was hard to argue when someone had a death-grip on your cock and -

"Mmmph..."

He barely stifled that one against his hand as she dragged her tongue up along his balls, lifting them up and then dropping them. The feeling of that wet touch was almost good enough to get him to squirt right then and there, but again, she stopped, letting him recover for a few seconds before going back to stroking him.

"Mmmph...what...do...you...want?"

"Oh, nothing much."

Another few students, another couple of stifled groans. He was finding himself staring at more of them, his eyes flicking to the girls and wondering what they'd look like under his desk. He kept shifting that thought out of his head, but it was nearly impossible not to think of them sexually when he had a handjob going on just out of -

No, no, not handjob. Blowjob. That tongue was right around the tip of his cock, sucking right against his barbs and making him want to scream. Larry had to stuff a hand into his mouth to keep from making a sound, and even that wasn't enough to keep the soft hiss from getting around his fingers.

As the students whipped their heads around, trying to see what was making the noise, their captive teacher whimpered to himself, his toes curling as he was edged harder and harder. That tongue was working along the base of his shaft, dragging all the way from balls to tip, and he wanted nothing more than to...to...

Well, he honestly wasn't sure if he'd run away if he got free, or if he would jam her head down to the base of his cock. Both were sounding really good right then.

"What...do...do you want?"

"Oh, just for you to go out with me."

"What?!"

"Trust me, teach. I can make it really fun."

His cock was down again, pointed down, and he shivered as he felt her sliding it between her breasts. That was not what he expected, and he was barely holding it together. He couldn't smell her, but with how smug she sounded, he'd just bet that she was dripping down there.

"What do you say, professor? Want to see what a hot student can do for you, if you treat her right?"

Fuck. She was sliding right up to the base of his cock, holding her breasts to either side as she stroked the shaft. He could hardly think as she worked him up to a whole new height, and her teasing...god...

He opened his mouth, wanting to tell her off, wanting to say yes, wanting to do something, anything to stop this -

Riiiiiiing.

"Oh, there's the bell, professor. I guess I'm just going to be stuck down here for the whole class..."

Her throaty chuckle slowly wound up from beneath the table, and he shivered as he realized he was locked in place. He could only teach from the desk...

And from the feeling of her claws running along the bottom of his cock, she had only just gotten started with playing with him.

"Oh...shit..."

"Prof?" a lion in the front row asked.

"Nothing. N-nothing at all," he said, feeling her lips running down the tip of his cock. "Just...open your books to...to page 354..."

Fuck. Please, please, please let me be able to make this a reading class...what the hell do I say? What the hell do I say?

The End