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This is a non-canonical story related to the Family Morsel series, and contains spoilers from [Office Hours]( Viewer discretion is advised.

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I unlocked the classroom and stepped in, not bothering to turn the lights on. At this time of year, it was already dark out by this hour, but I was just getting the quizzes, which were sitting right where I left them. I walked over and reached for them, then saw a shadow blot out the light from the hall. Turning around revealed the silhouette of a girl with flowing honey locks.

“Lexi? What are you doing here?”

“Following you. I saw you walking, but you looked like you were working through some stuff, so I decided to just watch.” She closed the door behind her with a giggle. The lights were still off, so we were plunged into darkness. “Watching is my second favorite pastime, after all.”

“Your favorite being…?” Even I could hear the nerves in my voice as my fingers patted around the desk, searching for the quizzes. I could barely see anything, and apparently the papers had simply disappeared.

“*Doing it,* of course,” she said coquettishly, and with her tone it was impossible to mistake her meaning. “I gave you your little honeymoon period, Professor Lang, but I wasn’t joking around about what I wanted out of all this. Consider this… a prima nocta of sorts. Except it’s an ongoing arrangement.”

“And if I refuse?” I growled. I refused to betray Jean, but as much as I wanted a foot to stand on, I knew what was coming. My jaw was already clenched as my heart sank, waiting for the blackmail to hit me.

“Oh, you’re fully aware of what happens next, professor.” I could even hear the grin in her voice, that insidious vulpine grin that spelled my end. “You lose your job and get blacklisted from the industry. Perhaps not the worst thing to happen, because you could just switch careers, and you’d get to be with Jean.” That was a fair point, and I started feeling a bit of hope, until Lexi crushed that too. “Thing is… are you willing to gamble being able to financially support Jean and your brothers?”

“My–” I almost choked on my words as panic took hold of me. “How did–?”

“Oh yes, I know about Zach and Keith, professor,” she lilted. “I paid a certain little lesbian a visit, and she had a *lot* to say. Imagine three dependents sitting on your neck as you struggle to find a new job. You’d become destitute in an instant. Or worse yet, have to go crawling back to your father.”

I tasted bile, and I gulped it back down as I realized she had me by the balls. My breath was shaky as I resigned myself to the situation. Unless… Maybe there was one more option.

Lexi lean in and whispered into my ear. “And you’re not going to end things with Jean, because then the Jean you know would disappear. She’d have nobody, and she would become a full-fledged whore to make ends meet. Her waking hours would just be filled with other men’s cocks–”

“Stop!” I choked out. She… She knew everything. She could read my damn mind. And she had me completely and utterly cornered. “You win. You win, alright?”

“Music to my ears,” she crooned, then pressed her lips to mine. The worst part was how alluring she was. Her mouth was soft and sweet, kissing me like she was in love with me. Her delicate approach surprised me. With how diabolical she was, and the fact that she was blackmailing me for sex, I’d have wondered she was some sort of lust fiend. Instead… it felt like she needed this, needed me. By now, that fact made me think it was probably carefully calculated on her part, but I couldn’t help it. I needed to protect her, this girl who spelled the end of me.

We parted, and at some point it seemed she had wrapped her arms around my neck. “Don’t worry, professor,” she panted. “I’m not stealing you away from Jean. I just want my cut. You can still have your happily ever after. It just involves me by your side.”

Damn her for making it sound so romantic. Well, if this is what she wanted, then this is what she’d get.

I buried my fingers in her hair and kissed her tenderly, though with more passion than before. She moaned meekly, spurring me along to escalate my fervor. She was in another tight sweater again, and I gripped the back as I pushed her against the blackboard. Slipping my tongue into her mouth earned me more moans, and my hands started sliding up under her sweater. Her skin was flawless and begging for my hands, and I gripped her waist while she pulled my head even closer to deepen the kiss.

Our tongues were desperately lashing against each other by the time we broke aside, and I took a step back when she dropped to her knees. Undoing my belt and dropping my trousers, she marveled at my cock when she freed it from my underwear, letting it line up with her face as she breathed in the musk.

“I can feel how hot you are,” she gasped, rubbing my crown along the side of her nose. Her tongue darted out for an experimental lick, gleaning a shallow grunt from me. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, professor. Jean isn’t the only one that catches you staring during class.”

I swallowed, and she tittered before taking me into her mouth. She drew out a long moan from me as she focused on my frenulum, and I reached down and pulled her sweater up, inch by inch. Her naked breasts fell free, and I reached down to palm them, their softness at just the right ratio of perky. Squeezing them gratuitously, I began playing with her nipples when she started taking more of me, slathering my underside with saliva as her head bobbed.

I put a hand between her head and the wall and started thrusting in, fucking her face and making her struggle with taking my length so suddenly. Her slurping was a delight to listen to, and her hands on the backs of my knees were also a turn on. She gagged a bit when I pushed all the way in. My baser instincts were winning, and I almost came down her throat before she shoved me back by the thighs. Gasping and wiping her mouth, she stood and shimmied out of her skinny jeans. They bunched up at her ankles, and she slipped her panties down to her knees before taking me by the manhood and pulling me close.

She pressed my tip against her shaved mound, pushing in against her clenched thighs. Her pants were keeping her legs together and preventing easy access, but there was something arousing about trying to press into her crotch like this. I put my hands on the blackboard and made out with her again as she took me between her thighs and started gently rubbing, gradually adding her nectar to the saliva on my shaft. But with our position, it was hard to get much out of it, and it was getting frustrating.

I grabbed her by the arm and tossed her onto the desk, and she let out a cry in surprise. Finding her pussy properly exposed by being bent over, she raised her hips and wiggled them, panting with need and in no hurry to adjust her pants for freedom of movement. She was keeping herself at my mercy.

My responsible side spoke up before I inevitably silenced it. “I don’t have a condom with me, so we should probably stop here.”

“I’m clean. You’re clean. What’s the problem? Worried about another dependent, professor?” she mewled, wagging her ass at me again. “Don’t worry, I have money, remember? In fact, if you need more carrot-and-stick, I can take care of all of us, your brothers included. As long as I get… what I want.” She reached back and spread herself open for me. “And I want it raw, professor. I want that cum raw when you pump it inside me.”

God damn it, why was she so sexy? Before I knew it, I was balls-deep inside her, and she was moaning and shivering as she adjusted to the insertion. She was a scourge in my life, and the darker part of me considered that maybe she didn’t deserve the courtesy. I began ravishing her, and she screamed and gripped the side of the desk, holding on for dear life. I was making bestial noises as I fucked her, and her screams turned to whimpers as she clenched down on me and arched her back. She’d cum in a matter of seconds of savage treatment. She had no idea what she was in for tonight.

I pounded her relentlessly, not pausing to let her recover. Her pathetic moans were fueling my ardor, and I gripped her hips harder as I slammed into her. Light suddenly flooded into the room, blinding me. I squinted at the door, and standing there with an anguish expression was Jean. And to my horror, I never stopped thrusting.

“Jean…” Lexi breathed. “Come in, close the door.” Jean swallowed and obeyed, staring at my cock going in and out of her classmate as she stood by the entrance. “I’m so glad you’re here. Your beloved professor is fucking the shit outta me, and I need somebody to describe it to.”

“Jean, I…” I swallowed, looking at her in shame. I didn’t have any other choice, but I still felt guilty, and I was enjoying this way more than I should have. And why wasn’t I stopping?! “I’m sorry.”

“It’s… It’s okay, prof,” Jean said weakly, looking uncharacteristically meek. “If… If it means we can be together, then…” She sniffled and wiped at her face. She was crying. “Then keep…”

“He feels amazing, Jean,” Lexi purred as I fucked her. “You have a good eye. Who knew such an alpha was hiding under the guise of a sweet caring professor? He fucks like an animal when you rile him up, it’s so fucking hot. His nails digging into my hips, cock stretching me open… I guess you can have him tomorrow, but he’s all mine today. Now, professor,” she added, looking at me over her shoulder. “Look your girlfriend in the eye as you breed me.”

I looked at Jean mournfully, and even in the dark I could see her eyes were downcast before she met my gaze. Being unfaithful to her like this… was making me harder, and I pounded into Lexi even faster. Lexi was moaning loudly now, most likely for Jean’s advantage, and I couldn’t believe my eyes when Jean’s hand slipped into her jeans.

“You’ll raise the baby once I give birth, won’t you, Jean?” Lexi panted, her tongue lolling around her open mouth.

“Yes, Miss R,” Jean replied duteously. Miss R?

“Wonderful. Now make me cum, Hank.”

I was having sex with one school girl while another watched and masturbated. I couldn’t fight my urges at all. Grunting and growling, I fucked Lexi even harder until her bound legs were kicking up and she was trying to crawl away from me while spasms took hold of her. I swear her pussy was undulating around my cock, and with a roar I released raw jism into her unprotected pussy.

“He’s cumming in me, Jean,” Lexi managed, her voice stuttered as her climax swept through her. “Your precious prof is cumming in me.” Jean could only nod, her hand still working at herself. When I was finished, Lexi used a foot to push me away, then rolled over and finally freed one of her legs from her jeans and panties. “Now come over and clean us up, Jean. Me first.”

“Yes, Miss R.” She obediently knelt between Lexi’s legs and started licking her leaking sex, eating my cum out of her. The sapphic scene before me had me raring to go again, and once she was done with Lexi, Jean turned to me with gratitude and reverence in her eyes as she licked the cum and juices off me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the second coed to service me in one night. She even sucked the leftover cum still in the pipes, making me shiver with delight.

As soon as she was done, Lexi waved her away. “Back in the corner, Jean. I’m taking your prof for another spin. See if you can finish before we do this time.”

Lexi and I went another two rounds, and I don’t think Jean ever did manage to finish.

NSFW: yes

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