It has been one month since the infamous after school sex. After every class, she flirts and teases her teacher. She makes him harder than a rock and he has to go on the rest of the day with that in his pants—or that is until lunch, when she comes and takes care of it. He would flirt with her in class and he does an excellent job at hiding it.

Mr. Ambrose is sitting at his desk, waiting for his favorite student to come eat her lunch. She walks into his classroom, shuts and locks the door, and then goes over and sits in his lap. He holds out his arms and she embraces his warmth.

"What is ma'lady in the mood for today?" he asked with a smirk. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. She wrapped her hand up in his tie and started to twirl it. "You know Mr. Ambrose; I really had a great time this past weekend. I got to spend the entire weekend with my favorite teacher." She said to him. Dean wraps his arms around her waist. He brings her in closer and she can smell the scent of his cologne. She leans in and places a soft kiss onto his lips. "Mr. Ambrose, my parents will be away this weekend and I will be all alone." She wrapped her arms around his neck and get in closer to his face. "…and maybe, you can come over and…keep me company," she spoke softly. She started to roll on his hips and she can feel his cock starting to rise up. She pulled back and smirked at him. "A little eager, aren't we?" she said. "Well, I mean, I know that you're hungry." She smiled at him and placed a small kiss on his lips, before getting under his desk and on her knees.

Before she could unzip his pants, his classroom door swung open and his class of freshmen came in. She looked through the small wire holder hole on his desk and saw all these freshmen come in. "Dean, I thought you locked the door," she whispered angrily at him.

Therefore, his students wouldn't see him bending down under his desk; he started writing on a piece of paper.

"We just finished reading Romeo and Juliet and I promised them the movie version, so just be quiet. ;)"

He threw the piece of paper under the desk and then got up to go speak to his students. After he finished explaining the agenda, one of his students raised her hand. He pointed at her so she could speak. "Mr. Ambrose, are you dating anyone?" the student asked. Dean thought about her under his desk and smiled. "Yes, yes I am. Don't worry about who it is. Just watch the movie and fill out the questionnaire."

Dean played the movie, shut the lights off and walked back to his desk. He looked under his desk and she is still there, except this time, she unbuttoned her shirt some and he was able to have a visual sight down her blouse. He reached down, drove his hand down that blouse, and fondled her breasts.

She took his hand out and place chaste kisses on each finger. He moved to the edge of his chair, as she started to unzip his zipper down and pull out his hard erection. She sucked on the head of his cock, licking off the pre cum that came with it. She started to take more into her mouth and Dean released his head back.

He quickly looked up to make sure his class is focusing on the movie. He moves his focus back down to the female sucking him off under his desk. Her blue eyes shining in his face; he couldn't help but smile. She took more in of his erection and her lips started getting lower on his cock. He is starting to hear little sucking noises coming from her. He puts his elbows on his desk and uses his hands to support his head. He runs his fingers through his slicked back hair. He has never had a blowjob as great as this. The fact that it is coming from his student makes it more enjoyable for him because he's has someone who is willing to please him and risk everything she has waiting for her in the future.

He comes back to reality when one of his students came up to his desk to talk to him. "Yes?" he asked her. "Mr. Ambrose, I have a question," the female student said to him. He looked at her with a look—the look asking her to go away. One of his freshmen students who also has a crush on him is at his desk, while the student he's dating is sucking him off under his desk.

"What is it?" he responded. The student smirked at him, "Are you dating a student?" she asked. Dean looked at her, trying to hide his guilty face. She, under the desk however, took his entire cock into her mouth, but then choked on it.

"No." he lied. "Now, go sit down." he added. Dean looked down at her under his desk. He winked her and she smiled at him with her eyes. She felt his cum hitting the back of her throat and he bit his lip hard as he came in her mouth. She swallowed all his cum and released her mouth from his cock with a pop. She placed another small chaste kiss on the tip, before pushing his cock back inside his pants.

The bell rang and his students left. She crawled out from under his desk, pulled her skirt back down, buttoned her uniform top back up, went over, and sat on his desk. He came back over with the movie and put it inside her desk, before taking his seat in his chair. She moved herself back into his lap.

"Are we still on for this weekend?" she asked lustfully. He smirked and replied with a yes. Luckily, for the both of them, it was Friday.

It was the end of the day and she is ready to spend time with her so-called boyfriend. She's standing at her locker when Dean comes up and blows in her ear. She giggles and shrugs him off her back. "Mr. Ambrose, we need to keep it professional. I am your student." She whispers. "Until tonight, then you are just mine." He whispered back with a smirk.

He leaned up on the locker next to hers. "I want you to do something for me, with no questions asked." She looked at him and smirked. "I'll do anything for you, Mr. Ambrose."

He arrived later that night at her house. Just as she said, her parents aren't there. It is just her and him in a big house.

Once he stepped in, she shut the door and led him upstairs to her room. Once they got up there, he walked her back to her bed, pushed her down on it, climbed on top of her and started kissing her. His lips started trailing down to her neck. He started kissing her under a neck, leaving a red mark behind. He hands drifted down the back of his shirt and she pulled it up. He stopped kissing her neck, and took his shirt off. Dean normally wears regular jeans, but tonight, tonight he wore skinny jeans and they really brought out his ass.

She ran her hand down his broad chest. He took her hand and kissed it. "Remember, when I told you that I want to try something out on you." She smiled up at him and nodded. "Well, I have a surprise for you….I'm going to make you beg for me tonight." He said with a sinister smirk. She leaned up and kissed him. "Well, I have a surprise for you."

She pushed him off her and went to her closet to grab a small little shopping bag. "That's a small bag to fit an outfit in there." He said to her. She smiled and winked at him. "Well, Mr. Ambrose, it's a small outfit."

She left to go change in her bathroom. Dean got up and grabbed some items from his bag. He ended getting a blindfold, a rope and a leather strap whip, as well as some, lubricant.

She came out of the bathroom with nothing, but a small outfit on. She is wearing a flyaway babydoll piece of lingerie. It is white with a small blue bow to hold it the front of it together. To complete the outfit, she has on white lace G-string.

Dean bit his lip as he saw he come out from the bathroom. He walked over to her and kissed her. As the kiss deepened, she opened her mouth, which allowed him to stick his tongue inside of her mouth. He hands wrapping around her drifting down to her back, feeling her pert ass. He couldn't wait to have her, but he wanted her on her knees begging for him.

He pulled back from the hug, turned her around and started rubbing her slit. "I'm going to make you beg for me tonight." He started. He grabbed ahold of the ends of the panties and pulled them up, wedging through her slit. "You've been bad. You're not supposed to fuck your teacher; you're not supposed to suck your teacher's dick under his desk. Only dirty little sluts do that—unless, you want to be a dirty little slut."

She started moaning. The feeling of so much aggression and power he has, it's such a turn on for her. "Now, you're going to listen to everything I tell you and maybe, just maybe, I can reward you." He pulled her panties just a bit tighter. "And when you beg, you call me Mr. Ambrose." Her moans got louder. "Are you going to be a good slut and do that for me?" She shook her head yes.

Dean gave her the blindfold and told her to get on her knees. She put the blindfold on and got down on her knees. She put her hands behind her back and he tied them together with the rope. She got down on her knees and he started dragging the whip across her back. She got small shivers from the surprise.

"Every time this whips across your back, you thank me by saying 'Thank you, Mr. Ambrose' and count." She shook her head.

He slaps the whip across the small of her back. "One; thank you, Mr. Ambrose." He repeats. "Two; Thank you, Mr. Ambrose." He repeated several more times.

"Eight-eight-eighteen; Thank you, Mr. Ambrose." A sinister smile appeared on her face. "That's all you got?" she teased him with. Dean smirked and smacked her back hard before taking her blindfold off. "No; we're just getting started

Dean untied her and pushed her up onto her bed. He removed his jeans and boxers, then joined her. He grabbed a condom and the bottle of lube. He rolled the condom onto his throbbing erection and poured an excessive amount of lube onto his protected cock. He pinned her arms up and kissed her. He aligned his dick up and pushed inside of her. He started out slowly, until he made his way fully inside of her. HE pushed all the way up and started thrusting. Her moans are louder than ever. He holds onto her hips and thrusts vigorously into her and out of her. The metal headboard is slamming into the wall. All you could hear in the room was the sounds of something banging on the wall, skin slapping together and her loud moaning. "Oh damn." Dean screamed out. This felt amazing to him. How could one teenager be the best sex he has ever had?

He leans down and starts kissing her neck. Her moans got louder, due to his facial hair rubbing up against her neck. She put her hands on the back of his head and started to brush her fingers through his soft brown hair. She moaned again, as he kissed his way down to her chest; his facial hair once again leaving the scratchy tingling feeling. He started to bite on her boobs, making sure to leave his mark on the top of them—as he left on her neck.

He picked up his speed and she came. He thrusted faster before grabbing the sheets and coming inside the condom.

"Dean, there's something that I need to tell you." She said to him. He placed a kiss on her lips. "What is it?" he asked.

"I'm…pregnant." Dean quickly pulled out and sat up. "Oh my god. I, didn't know, I'm so sorry." He started freaking out. She sat up, pulled him back down, and kissed him. "It's ok." She started. "Everything is going to be ok." Dean smiled and kissed her again.

Dean sat up on the end of the bed and disposed of the used condom.

"You know, Julia, when your parents kick you out, you can move in with me."