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They were getting restless. Tired, smothered in the lazy heat, and so very close to the end of their class. The students were already perched upon the edges of their seats, bags and books in paws, eyes darting to the slow tick of the clock every time its hands moved. But the moose before them, sitting at his desk impassively, reciting their assignment from memory in a blank but commanding voice, kept them seated. Nobody dared to get up until he gave the final word, that when the bell rang would be their permission to perhaps leave. Within one paw was a crumpled stack of papers, freshly collected in from a surprise pop quiz. The students hadn't been impressed, but at least it was over now; they were free once they'd been given the all clear. It was just a matter of waiting for the moose to incline his head in a dismissive nod, curt and brief, and they'd all file out - all, except for one.

John looked at the paper that occupied the very top of the pile in his paw, the last paper he'd purposefully kept until the very end to collect out of all the students as he knew its owner quite well. Well enough to know to avoid eye contact with the pupil as he sat upon the front row, casually balancing one footpaw over his knee and tapping a pen against his notepad. He acted like nothing was out of place, perfectly innocent were it not that both he and his professor knew the words scrawled across the top of his test page. The moose had stifled his erection through gaunt steps and retained some semblance of his composure, but to simply glance across the scandalous words was enough to throw him off his rails internally. What if another student had seen, merely glanced across to copy and answer or something, only to see those words? Just think of the consequences... Of course, he could have played it off as a very foul and unfortunate practical joke, brushed off any overly curious inquiries after and tell them to be on their way, but it could have been worse than that. What if this was a moderated test? What if he then had to pass on the test papers to someone else to mark, to oversee perhaps? They would have seen the message, they would have told their superiors, taken it to the head. Parents would then hear rumours, whispers through the walls from student to student... No secret ever misses their ears. John could lose his job, his entire career in teaching if so much as one pupil made uproar about it. That's all it would have taken. Just one...

Fuck me sir...

The bell clanged with impeccable timing. John let out a small sigh, exasperation to his class, but relief for himself. He slapped the papers down on the edge of his desk and turned to address them all,

"Right, go, but remember; I want you to have read Reinhart's theorem before the next seminar. You'll get your marks back then and we'll see who's been paying attention and who's been sleeping off last night's hangovers."

The classroom was filled with a loud rustle of bags and books being slammed shut, everyone keen to pack up and leave as soon as they could. The mutt however sitting just a few feet away didn't move, at least not initially. He was slow, almost as if delaying himself with lazy and dragged movements, wasting time with his stuff as he watched the teacher out of the corner of his eye. A smirk tugged at John's muzzle, before he finally cleared his throat and shouted above the din,

"Except for you, Martin -you can stay behind." A lull of quiet fell over the congregation of students, most of them realising that for their peer it was most likely not good news, but it mattered little to them. They'd hear the other end of it from the male later when he'd emerge from the office sore from some scalding or another. Looking up from his bag barely packed, John was flashed a mischievous grin. A knowing grin that must have been hidden behind the mutt's poker face for the entire class, just waiting for a moment to flash its teeth at him. John just rolled his shoulders as he tried to loosen himself up and relax. He couldn't let the boy get one over on him. As he waited for the class to file out until they dwindled into the teeming halls, he strode over to slam the door shut, sending the lecture room into a blanket of heavy silence.

The mutt sat with his arms crossed, legs crossed at the ankles as he reclined leisurely. There was no point holding up the game any longer, they both knew what was about to happen, they were just waiting for the fireworks to start going. John wasn't going to let the boy get one up on him though. He was determined this time to at least remain in absolute control, not to let him get under his skin and rile him up the wrong way. Not that it mattered either way; the result was always the same. All that differed tended to be his blood pressure afterwards.

"I suppose you think you're funny," he began, pacing slowly back to his desk with slow, purposeful strides, "You know the kind of risk we are taking here. Do you think it's wise to be parading this around in front of your classmates?" To make his point, he snatched up Martin's paper from the top of the pile, "Do you want them to find out? You'd never live it down." A sharp snort was the quick response, before John had even finished his sentence.

"You think it'd shock them? Please. Students hook up with teachers all the time. The only shocker here would be that you can bat for the other team. Everyone at the moment just thinks you've got a secret girlfriend tucked away somewhere." Martin had an eyebrow raised, aptly quirked as he worked his usual magic. John contained himself. He had to keep the upper paw here, even just once. Then he could see just what sort of stuff they could get up to without the mutt meddling with his head.

"Well then good for you, living up to all the student clichés of banging random people. I'm glad I'm another 'lay' for you." John scrunched up the piece of paper in one paw, making sure to make a show of it before he flicked it with one wrist into the nearby trash can, "Now get out of my classroom." He deadpanned the sentence, forcing himself to sound as serious as he could. It was a risk, but frankly he felt it might be like pulling out the rug from beneath the mutt's footpaws. He was cocky enough to think he had the whole thing in the bag. Telling him otherwise would throw him a curveball that might just break his guard.

"Wait... what?" Nailed it.

"I said get out. I don't have time to waste with you today, Wood. I'm done being you're little fuck buddy which you think you can work like a puppet." John didn't have any intent behind the words, but he tried to make it as convincing as he could. The look of surprise and disbelief on the canine's face was rewarding enough in itself, but the mutt continued to persevere to make it more the sweeter,

"Hold on, what about our little arrangement?"

"It's off, for now at least. I'm not in the mood to fuck." A blatant lie, if only to himself - he was barely able to keep off his rod from pumping full of blood, "I'll let you know when I'm in the mood to 'hook up'. Now out. Immediately. I have classes to prepare for."

"You have a free period next..." His tone was defeated, quiet and stricken. He was lingering, waiting for the 'it was all a joke' moment, for the big reveal where he could breathe a sigh of relief and drop his pants like he always did. John wasn't going to let him have that though. He'd let it stew.

"I'm behind on work. No free period for me." A matter-of-fact voice, one that didn't belie his shaking nerves, "Go on. Off to your next class or whatever." He strode over to the door, opening it for him and gesturing with one arm for him to leave. As much as it panicked the moose to have the mutt on the ropes like this, it seemed the only way to match him was to fight fire with fire, "Like I said, I'll decide when we meet next. Whenever that'll be..." He trailed off, making sure to accentuate the fact he was being indecisive and rethinking the deal.

It had all happened in a club. John had gone in by happenstance. He wasn't even there to get boozed like the rest of the campus students - he just wanted to grab a bottle of water and they were the only place open at the time he'd finally left his office. Within moments of finally reaching the bar, he bumped into him, one of his students. Bright, aspiring, and had a keen sense for the course; Martin was as good a student as any. Perhaps a little too quiet in class, not really forthcoming, but his essays were up to scratch and he worked well if put in a group, so he could hardly have complained. But the mutt from the bar... It was like meeting someone entirely different. He was bold, forward, a little flirty, along with a little too much paws-on approach. John didn't know why he stayed, or why he accepted the first free drink the boy bought him, but what had originally been planned as a dash in, dash out run turned into a bar crawl with the mutt and a couple of mates. Highly inappropriate professionally, but thankfully their company were too sloshed to remember anything and nobody else found out, so he was in the clear - all except for one detail. The mutt remembered, though he wasn't particularly fussed what the tutor did in his free time. He was more interested in the fact they'd hooked up in an alleyway, to which John could barely recall through blurry snippets. He certainly remembered being rough, slamming someone to a wall and then biting on his shoulder as he let loose deep inside something warm. Honestly, he figured he'd just had a fight and then pissed himself in some back street, but now he had this to contend with. If word got out, it would ruin him. His career in education would be forever tarnished, and there's no recovering from a scandal in teaching. So in order to keep the mutt's silence, he proposed a repeat sober performance. One led to another, then another, then they just forgot why they were doing it and were just shagging for the hell of it. Martin could take what he gave out, and they could get fairly rough, especially with the mutt's little naughty party trick he daren't tell anyone about. That had been a startling first when John had seen it...

"Hang on, hang on!" The stammers came quick and fast, "I could let slip what happened between us to another tutor, maybe even head of the department!" Whilst that threat might have had him fretting over it and gnawing at his knuckles in fear, it was an empty threat. By this point, it wasn't accidental. They were both consenting and whilst John had made the first move, albeit drunk, and abused a trusted relationship, albeit unknowingly, Martin had made the next move by blackmailing him into being fuck buddies, which implements him just as much. They'd both face the flack.

"Go ahead, try it." John gave him a smug smile, glowering down at the mutt. The hallway beyond them was practically empty, maybe the odd straggling couple chatting away, backs turned to them and heading off regardless. Martin glanced around, closing the distance to lean in close to the moose so he could whisper,

"Come on, please, I was just having a bit of fun... I'm desperate... you've no idea what this Pittbull has been putting me through... I really need to fuck."

The words John had always wanted to hear, it was enough to let him break his resolve just a smidge. The heavy pulse of blood surged into his meat, already swelling his crotch to a noticeable bulge. Thank goodness no one was around to see it; otherwise John was certain he might have just shot himself there and then, being lewd with a student under his tutor. He feigned indifference and reluctance, shrugging his shoulders to toy the mutt along for a few moments more.

"Maybe I could squeeze you in..." Hope lit up in Martin's eyes, desire for release, for some relief from a big male. It made John chuckle, breaking the whole façade. He had to give the whole game up. Not that it mattered now. He'd had his fun and came out on top in both senses this time around. Leaning down, he cupped the mutt's muzzle and planted his lips against the boy's, tasting finally that sweet flavour of what he'd been dreaming of all lesson as is tongue delved into the warm mouth. The kid had been taunting him all day, chewing on the pen cap like it was some casual habit - bullshit, he'd never seen the mutt do it once. It was a 'come hither and ride me hard' look, too desperate. Probably the reason he'd managed to manipulate the canine this time around, "And then I could maybe squeeze into you..." His tone was gruff, low, menacing almost, as he growled each syllable into Martin's face with hot breath over his muzzle. Already he could see the faint blush darkening under his eyes, glowing at his cheeks, his pupils dilating.

"Oh f-fuck..." A random mumble, a stutter really, nothing consequential. John slammed the door shut as he pushed the mutt back into the room. The mutt was like putty now, primed for moulding and toying with until he was moaning loudly for more. One paw against the boy's chest was more than enough force to get him to move. He was going to be a real pushover now as he was entering the heightened stage. John had learnt to map the signs well: the glazed expression, licking of the lips, warm crotch, racing shallow pants, desperation... Sure, to most it seemed like normal arousal, but John had cottoned on quick. It was just a sense of knowing when it was that right moment.

As Martin bumped up against the desk, footpaws stumbling as the balance of power shifted quite dramatically, he let out a strained whine as John slipped an adventurous paw past the mutt's belt and waistband. He didn't waste any time, letting his fingers slide down and rub at Martin's bulge, the fingertips smoothing along the sleek satin of the tell-tale panties. Absently John wondered what he'd be wearing this time... perhaps a skimpy thong, always very girly in design. It seemed to be the mutt's unique way of teasing the moose. Each time they'd ever gone this far, it was as if the male knew, as he always seemed to be wearing them. It was either that, or Martin wore them all the time, and that was a stretch to imagine... but then again...

His attention was brought back to his paw as the mutt began to pant harder and heavier, as though out of breath and under duress. It was happening, just like the first time they'd gotten together and John had actually been competent enough to remember the proceedings. At first it had frightened him, as when the mutt had begun to hyperventilate and writhe about, he'd figured it was some kind of seizure. Then when he saw the eerie blue glow emanating from the dude's crotch it had really rattled his cage, like Martin had some weird, fucked up disease or some contracted virus. It took the mutt to hastily pull down his underwear, already beginning to form this odd wet stain, to reveal just what exactly was happening underneath. He explained it at the time, some drug trial gone awry or something, but John had simply been morbidly amazed by the whole thing. But above that, it presented him with a whole range of kinky fantasies he could finally enact. The prospect of fucking a guy with two holes - one of which is female - was near enough a turn on for him. Like true domination, Martin could only submit and take what the moose would offer him. Even know, he could feel the quaking trembles that rippled through the poor male's body as the change took place, his precious jewels and shaft getting sucked in, inverted, augmented by some nanotechnology or whatever, and transformed into a functioning vagina. To some, it might have been gross, but to John, as he traced his fingers over the tender opening as it formed against the panties, delicately teasing the folds, it made him insatiable.

"Good boy," he praised, voice slathered in the condescending tone when talking to cubs, "All nice and wet for sir." Martin continued to tremble, the aftershock of the change, but a small smile was peeling across his muzzle, "Now why don't you slip into something more comfortable and we can start the private tutor session..."

Only able to nod his response, John reluctantly removed his paw from the mutt's crotch and let the man undress. As he started to unbutton his own shirt, shrugging it off with his blazer, he made certain he could watch Martin strip off right down to the essential good parts. Whilst he'd been dressed formally, as a student the canine had the luxury of wearing relatively casual clothes. He was already finished by the time the moose was coming to his own belt buckle. Discarded clothes were strewn about the classroom, tossed aside without a second thought, and John caught the show's finale just in time as Martin began to slip out of his panties - he'd been right in his guess too, as usual. Red panties, with frilly bows on the sides; very high-school-girl-esque. He was really keen for it today, it would seem.

As they fell to the floor, John had to pause just for a moment to soak in the sight before him. Awkwardly rubbing his elbow with one paw, balancing more of his weight on one leg than the other as he leant back against the lip of the desk, was probably the hottest student he could have ever hoped to have accidentally fallen into a blackmail fuck buddy deal with. Sure, there were dumb jocks in the class that might have offered a blow job to boost a grade or two, or even a desperate girl looking for any way to make sure she gets through to next year, but they were all too easy, and too dangerous. John knew if he'd gone for any of them, having failed to resist temptation, then the game would have been up the instant one bad day happens between him and supposed hook-up. But with the mutt... he was cute, sleazy, more than prepared to do whatever regardless of what it got him on the other end, and he ticked all the right boxes for the moose. The piercings were a little eccentric, but showed his personal flair. His... tastes for the extreme often presented a challenge, but nothing too daunting for the tutor. But it was those lips... just perched neatly between his legs, where his package should have been, was the most delicate, ripe pussy that was just begging to be stretched wide, fucked, and then bred until he burst. Already John could see the thin shine to the opening, the signs of readiness, and his dick throbbed painfully in his pants, straining to rip free and plant one inside the student. It took him a lot of self-control to shake free of his little fascination to shed the last of his clothes, kicking them away. All that remained were the pair of well stretched briefs, his bulge hugged nicely by the fabric, a dribble already staining the front where pre leaked freely.

John sauntered up to the mutt, paws snaking around the slender waist before taking a firm grip of his hips, drawing him the rest of the distance until their bodies were close together. Touching just at groin, he leered down at his pupil, his bulge stroking quite insistently against the wet folds that would soon be home to his cock. He had the mutt right where he wanted him, pinned against the desk and his hard place. Not that Martin would ever have denied him, the mutt had a small reputation on campus, ever since the published books they had always been the odd rumour over his sex life. Little did they know, John thought in mirth.

"Sir... I need help with some work," he coyly started, his own paws wrapping up around the moose's chest and fingers circling at his shoulder blades, massaging them ever so gently, "Now I know it's outside of your field, but I'm a little rusty with my German... and according to the coach I need to work on my stamina; which do you think we should work on first?" John chuckled. He could already see where the mutt was going - ever an aficionado for the bad puns - and he just slyly chuckled, playing along,

"Let's talk a look at that German first..."

"Well, in all honesty, I just need to practice my oral skills." Martin said no more as he lowered himself to the ground, squatting where he stood on his haunches. Nose level with the man's crotch, he took in a deep breath of the scent he'd soon become used to, the one he'd bathed in time and time again. The bright orange rounded the moose's dick and balls into one large bump, one that stuck right out at the mutt. He reached up with his paws and tugged at the waistband until he felt the tightness fall slack, slipping the underwear down to reveal the package beneath. John sighed, feeling cold air rush against his buttocks and crotch, shifting to step out of the underwear as the mutt brought them to his hooves. Out rolled his two fat orbs, followed by the swinging, throbbing python; a dark bulbous head greeted the boy eagerly, its singular eye weeping for joy with milky tears that hung in thin strands down. Beyond the head pulsed an angry shaft already pumped full of blood and firm-looking, a fleshy brown that simply called for Martin's touch. John was not modest about his endowment. He knew damn well he was well equipped and he wasn't about to be humble about it, not in a situation like this. The only people who knew would be those at his mercy already, so why bother pretending its average or not that big? He was huge and damn proud of it.

"Hmm... How about you try 'bratwurst' first? I know that word is a real mouthful." It was terrible, but the mutt's idea and forte anyway. It didn't hurt in the least, and they were horny enough not to care about the cringe-worthiness of the dialogue between them. Anybody witnessing it though would have been wincing until next week from the dire quips.

Goaded on by his teacher, Martin leant forward, those sweet lips parted and reaching forward towards the purpled head. John held his breath as he watched carefully, waiting for the moment when mouth met member, forcing himself to keep as still as possible until the welcome sensation of wetness enveloped his tip. He shuddered, biting his lip. The mutt was always a good cock-sucker, that tight mouth sliding over his shaft like any condom might have, a dextrous tongue working wonders against every inch. The muscle flicked and slithered its way over his bare member, wrapping around and licking it as best it could inside the male's maw, all the while John could feel his body give small thrusts. It was an instinct, to just slam his way into the hole that presented itself, regardless of the fact it was only a muzzle. Blood would occasionally give a powerful surge into his cock, hardening it to the extreme momentarily until he went lax. He groaned, letting himself wash away into the feelings as Martin worked over his cock. The tight lips fitted so perfectly around his shaft, those perfect cock-sucking lips, just the right thickness to suckle him and wet enough to give him that rich glossy feeling as they slid over every inch. Deeper he went, as the mutt braved to take him deeper, until he swore that he was sliding down the throat, a small bulge bobbing down the mongrel's neck. That shiny nose pushed against the tawny orange of his pubic fur, lips brushing against the base of his member, his entire length stuffed into that warm mouth and beyond. John swore under his breath, looking down with patient eyes as Martin took his time, adjusting his maw around the dick until he was comfortable. After that it was smoother sailing, with long, deep moves back and forth over the shaft, the fat head pushing into the throat and spurting out blots of pre. The moose didn't want to cum like this - he much preferred a tighter entrance to seed - but he could feel his balls beginning to complain and beg for release. As much as he wanted to give in and let go, blowing his load down the sweet mutt's throat, he knew they wouldn't have the time to recuperate for an encore before next period. He might have the free time, but he couldn't deprive the boy of his studies.

John pushed the mutt's head back, right until those lips slurped off the swollen head with a delicious wet slick. The urge to cum slowed, running to just a fine pulse before it eventually calmed itself, though it left the moose wanting more. He patted the table, barking just simple commands at his student,

"Up."

Martin complied, most likely in the same mind set. His mouth was damp with spittle and dribble, small remains from sucking the member which was about to be placed at his cunt. John couldn't wait to return to those folds, pressing inside just like he might have with any woman. Knowing though that the mutt was a male under the true light of day was even more of a turn on - it was like a dirty secret that only he could unlock, though he knew he was hardly exclusive, but it still brought a burn to his chest which flared furiously. It was shockingly scandalous, that not only was he fucking a pupil but then that pupil hid a naughty secret behind it all.

The mutt leant back on the table as John stepped up, cock arching out in front of him, fat and wet and primed for fucking; he let Martin get into a good position on his back, legs dangling rather awkwardly off the desk before he took a hold of one leg. He pushed it back, forcing to boy to roll half onto one side, his legs stretched apart and his crotch on display beautifully. It was impossible for him to close his thighs as John intertwined his fingers with Martin's digits on his footpaw, tightening the grip until he had full control on the leg's movements. He could feel the calf pressed at his shoulder, the thigh tucked up against his stomach. His dick was at the perfect level to just tap at Martin's pussy, pre dribbling from its tip as it waited for something to dive into. His breathing was hot and heavy, anticipating the next sensations already before he'd even made his move. The mutt could do nothing but wait as John took a hold of his cock and smeared the head around the opening. The glans slipped against the clit, making the canine moan softly, biting his lip with a hazing blush spreading over his cheeks. Hypersensitive - a perk of the mutt's many talents, biological or not. He angled the tip down and gently began to push...

John eased himself forward, resistance meeting his cock, but slickness eventually won over; he felt his body push in, the entrance spreading open, greeting his meat with eagerness. A soft, lewd squelch filled the air as he sank inside. It was beyond tight, perhaps too tight for now, but he was sure he could change that. Martin gasped, eyes clenched shut and claws digging into the woodwork of the table. It didn't matter. The desk was old. John had some spare money in his budget for a new one. They could fuck like beasts on this one until its legs gave out and its surface was scratched to within an inch of its life. Nobody would ever know the truth...

The first two inches went in without a problem. Adding the third made Martin wince, so John politely drew back, nursing the space that he could with his cock, sliding backwards and forwards slowly to work open the cunt. Within seconds, the third inch seemed like it had never even been a hitch, the four presenting some mild discomfort, before the fifth was then pushed in. Sharp flinches would make John pause momentarily to give the mutt time to adjust before continuing, waiting for the moment where he was at his deepest possible. Typically some women couldn't take him all, but the unusual anatomy of the boy offered up potentials rarely seen. As John gave a firm, final shove, he felt his whole length slip inside, surging deep into Martin's pussy until their crotches fell flush with one another, rough fur rubbing against a sensitive clitoris. They both moaned in unison, John shuddering at the enveloping sensation that surrounded his meat. He could feel gentle shivers from the mutt's body, every single vibration attuned to him too as though they were now connected on some greater level given their intimate closeness at the time. They were the trembles of pleasure, he could tell, the boy's face glowing with fervent need with just a glint of lust to his distant gaze. John gritted his teeth as he pulled back, the needy suction tugging on his cock as he drew out. It was nothing like a muzzle that was for certain, though the two had their unique benefits. But the mutt's cunt was heavenly, like rich velvet caressing the moose's shaft, as though crafted purposefully for him alone.

He wanted a better purchase though. For as much as John could slide in and out, with the desk in the way he couldn't build up any speed or rhythm when he was constantly banging his thighs and knees against the table's edge. It disrupted his flow. There was only one way of solving the problem though without having to fuss over their position too much, so he took it upon himself to fix it. Lifting up one heavy leg, he thumped his hoof against the desk's worktop, just beside the mutt, giving him some elevation to rut those folds hard. To steady himself, his free paw not already keeping Martin trapped in his position reached out and grasped at the boy's side, pinning him down and righting his own posture. Now he could pile drive his member into that cunt, riding Martin hard into the desk at a faster pace. John grunted from the exertion, each buck forwards making him growl as he put his whole hearted effort into it. Each slam would bump Martin up the table, even to the point where he had to reach out and keep himself as still as possible by grabbing a hold of the moose's ankle just beside him. It was impossible to tell John to slow down or to ease up. His mind was already gone, replaced now with the need to get off after having to already postpone. The man wanted to breed, and now he wouldn't be denied. His monstrous inches slid mercilessly back and forth into Martin's pussy, making him moan and whimper like a bitch in heat as he was taken, claimed by the ferocious male standing over him. The sensations exploded in his gut with each lunging thrust, of warmth and intense pleasure.

John was panting hard as he rutted the boy as powerfully as he could. Instincts had since kicked in and in his mind he was now fucking to sow his seed inside the male's body. Most likely they wouldn't take hold - the mutt didn't really have the capacity for reproduction, although it was yet to be tested - but the risk didn't hold him back. His mind was made up and his body wanted it more than any rational thought could argue anyway, so it was a moot point to consider anything else. His grips tightened and his thrusts became more erratic and shorter. He kept thumping as deep as he could, leaving only the last two inches near his groin to be exposed to the stale classroom air. Outside the sounds of mulling students could be heard, the end of the period. They drowned out the couple's sounds, as the desk's legs screeched along the floor and their moans were becoming louder by the second. Even the wet slap of their laps slamming together was growing in volume, until it was all John could hear in his ears alongside the mutt's pleads for more. He was growling like some wild animal, spittle flying from his mouth as he drove home the last mile, ramming his cock in at a furious speed. It sent sparks everywhere inside him, the burning friction of wet meat against wet folds enticing him to a euphoric climax. But it was slow going, giving John his time to savour the sensations as they built up like a volcano, bubbling below the surface until the cracks formed in his resolve. It soon became too much, the pressure mounting on him as it all bore down, and he let loose.

He yelled out loud, grunting the mutt's name like a chant as he humped his last inch into that gripping pussy, feeling his seed shoot off in fast, short jets. It had been a while for himself, he wasn't going to deny it, and it felt like he'd burst a dam inside the male when he finally calmed down from the blazing orgasm that still rung in his gut. Martin was writhing about on the table, his back arching - or attempting to, given that John had him securely trapped on the desk - as he mumbled incoherently, moaning all the while. It took some time, but he calmed down, soaring from the high of his own orgasm as John had set him off with a hot load slamming deep into his abdomen. He really had made a mess, already detecting the extent of the damage he'd caused ocne his senses returned to him. A swell smothered his cock inside the boy, cum gurgling inside as it had nowhere else to go but to sit and wait in Martin's abdomen. John stroked his paw over the bulge, proud that he'd made the boy bloat out like that with his load, and slowly he pulled back to free his member. What he didn't expect was the small flood to spurt out after him, the cunt stretched and used, slimy from its abuse and leaking all across the desk. It dripped to the floor in sticky blobs. Not the best case scenario... There would be a class in here next, and he could hardly leave his jizz deposit pooled on the floor. They had to remove the evidence. Feeling bold, he turned to the mutt, gesturing at the spillage,

"As punishment for being cheeky and almost exposing us... you can clean that up." Martin looked at the floor, spying the load that had dribbled from his cunt, his paws already fingering his worn opening, slipping around in the leftovers.

"Okay... do you have any paper towels?" He asked innocently, looking up at his teacher. John smiled slyly, arms folded,

"No. You'll have to improvise."

With no other option, Martin got to his knees and blushed. One final look up at the moose was all he needed to know there was no other way out, not unless he wanted to get caught, and so he opened his mouth. Those cock-sucking lips and that naughty tongue began to lap and slurp up the remaining cum, guzzling down John's seed until not a single drop was left behind. The only evidence of their devious exploits was the jizz smeared around the mutt's lips, but that was taken care of with a simple swipe of his tongue across his mouth.

When they left the room with their clothes only slightly dishevelled and with a mild stench of sweat and stale cum in the air, barely anyone batted an eyelid as they went their separate ways.