Deer Minotaur Boyfriend 2 (complete)

    About a month ago, I discovered that my teacher had a secret. Through random chance, I had discovered he was a phone sex operator. To my surprise, I believe he had figured me out as well. After all, we both see each other almost every day, we know each other’s voices. But we’ve been keeping it secret, and I’ve made a rather large bill for myself.

    Yes, I keep calling. Professor Barnum, or Morgan as he goes by while working, has a voice I can’t get over. I call him, we chat and flirt, and I enjoy the taboo of it all. I’m dirty talking with my teacher, and if we both know, then we’re both awful people having fun with one another. Since this is his job, Professor Barnum could just be messing with me, making me dig my grave deeper and deeper as I fill his pockets with my own money. Another dark thought says he enjoys it just as much as I do, but I choose not to linger on it.

    Finding this secret out has made school so much harder, especially his class. Sure, his tone and timbre change, but it’s still that same voice. The one that groans and seduces me. It’s caused me to have ideas and feelings for Professor Barnum that I would never have in a normal setting. While he’s attractive in his own way, he’s strict and rigid. He’s the type of person one would never assume would do anything remotely sexual.

    I know this can’t go on. I can’t keep up this awful little habit going on. I either need to confront Professor Barnum or just ignore it and let everything go away. But at this point, I’ve fallen too far down the rabbit hole. I’m catching feelings for someone who may just be a character another puts on.

    I decided it would be best just to stop the calls altogether. So, I stop calling. It’s hard to give up a habit. Just like stopping your favorite social media app or whatever. I have cravings for Morgan. I want to hear his voice and laugh. I want to feel that surge of power and comfort I get from his flirting. But I tell myself, it’s all an act. For him, it is just a job, nothing more. He isn’t going to miss me, except all the money I brought in.

    So, for a week, I’ve been going cold turkey. No calls to him or anything. I’ve gone about my business, intending to let it die and to forget about Professor Barnum’s secret double life. It is none of my business what he chooses to do outside of school. He isn’t harming anybody, and I can’t fault him needing another job. If it is a good job and makes good money, hell, I am jealous.

    On Friday of my cold turkey week, as Professor Barnum’s class is letting out, he clears his throat while I am at the door.

    “I need to talk to you,” his voice is a low and dangerous growl. I don’t much care for it.

    I walk over to his desk and, when the last student leaves the room, he closes the door. He takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge between his eyes. He then looks at me, his dark eyes serious and deep.

    “Is there something you need to say to me?” He asks.

    I shake my head. “No. Why?”

    His eyes narrow again. “You know why,” he strides towards me. “You’ve known all month. You’ve been stringing me along. And all of a sudden, you pull the string away.”

    I swallow and take a step back. “Professor Barnum,” I hold up my hand. “That’s not at all what-”

    He stands tall before me, gazing down at me. I’ve never realized how tall he is before now, I am used to him at the board or just sitting. “Then what is it?”

    “I don’t want to cause any trouble,” I say, trying to keep my calm. “I don’t know the situation. I don’t even know if I’m right. But I think it’s best we both forget.”

    He tilts his head. “Is that right?”

    “I mean it,” I say and slice my hand through the air. “Nothing happened.”

    Professor Barnum kneels down, meeting me eye to eye. “Not the car?” He asks, and I suck in a sharp breath. “Not the shower? Not even the hotel room?”

     I look away and frown. He has confirmed it, all right.

    “I consider myself a pretty straight forward person,” he says. “I was told to get more creative with the way I operate.” He then smirks as I look back at him. “Something about you made me want to get creative.”

    “Uh-” my jaw drops slightly as his fingers slip under my chin. “Cute little thing,” he chuckles. “I wasn’t sure at first until I saw you in class the next day.”

    “Professor Barnum-” I gasp. “Or...Morgan?”

    He chuckles. “Morgan is a fake name, of course.” He steps away from me, placing his hands into his pockets. “You should know from the door, my name is Morris Barnum. No one wants to fuck a guy named Morris. So I picked the name Morgan.”

    “Oh-” I feel flushed and teased. “I sort of figured.”

    He starts erasing the whiteboard. “Is that all?” he asks. “No questions as to why?”

    “Money is money,” I say with a shrug. “I just figured you needed a second job to make ends meet.”

    Professor Barnum smirks at me. “You don’t think it would be anything else?”

    “I wouldn’t dare,” I whisper.

    He laughs. “I suppose you wouldn’t. I’m not a liked man in class, after all.”

    “Well, uh-” I shrug. “You don’t come off as warm and cuddly, if that’s what you mean,” I laugh. “You’re kind of a hard ass.”

    “Do you know how I put myself through school?” He asks. “I came from a rather poor family, so if I wanted to attend college, it was my bill to pay.” Professor Barnum places his palms on his desk, leaning over it and meeting me eye to eye. “Any wild guess?”

    I look him up and down. “Party clown?” My voice cracks.

    Professor Barnum grins at me. “I stripped.”

    I’m sure my reaction is something, but he throws his head back and starts laughing hard. He then looks at me, eyes wet with tears and a grin I’d never thought he could make. “That’s right. I stripped, and I worked some very embarrassing social gatherings,” he replies. “I took up phone sex when I became a teacher as a favor to an old friend. She was my boss back in the old days, and she needed some people to help her. I owed her quite a bit, so I took the job.”

    My mouth feels dry and cottony. “Nothing wrong with that.”

    “Some people might not see it that way,” he replies. “That’s why I act like such a hardass at school. That way, if rumors spread, I could at least protect myself with an armor of harshness and attitude. I just didn’t prepare myself to hear from one of my very own students.”

    “You won’t hear from me again,” I say.

    “Not so fast,” he turns to me. “I don’t want you to quit.”

    I frown. “I can’t exactly afford it,” I huff. “How am I supposed to pay for it when I can barely feed myself some days?”

    “Not what I mean,” he takes a step closer. “I told you that you made me feel more creative. I like talking to you, I like how you make me feel.” He smiles at me. “Come work with me.”

    “The fuck you say?” I snap.

    “You’ll make money to feed yourself,” he chuckles. “And you and Morgan can still get close.”

    “I’m not sure I catch your drift,” I murmur.

    Professor Barnum, or Morris, I guess I should call him, dips down, kissing me. I’m shocked at first, but soon I give in, melting into his kiss. I stand on tiptoe, wrapping my arms around his neck as the kiss deepens.

    Morris moans as he parts from me. The same seductive sound that made me weak for Morgan. “I’ve been wondering about that.”

    I take a step back and touch my lips. “Can you tell me all that again?” I ask.

    Morris chuckles. “Let’s hash things out over dinner, Isabelle,” he purrs. “I think I owe you that much.”

    He takes me to a restaurant I really enjoy, but never get to go to much. I feel a bit awkward sitting with him. After all, the situation is a strange one, to say the least. But I feel comfortable with Morris, and that is weird itself. Morris has to stoop as we come into the place, so his antlers don’t hit any of the low hanging light fixtures. But once we sit down, he only has to stoop his head a little.

    “Is this a date?” I just come straight out and ask.

    “Was there any confusion over it?” Morris asks.

    I avert my eyes, then slowly glance back to him. “Well, I wasn’t sure if it would be classified as a business meeting or a date. So I felt I needed to ask.”

    Morris chuckles. “I like how you make me feel. During our conversations, I felt a certain eagerness I haven’t felt in a while. It was easy. It was fun. I want to keep that feeling going.”

    “How so?” I ask.

    “I want you with me while I work my calls,” he says. “Now, I know this sounds a bit strange, but hear me out.” He leans forward towards me. “I want to fuck you when I’m working,” he says with his best Morgan voice.

    I squeak and look around us anxiously.

    Morris chuckles. “Is that too weird of me to ask?”

    “Quite possibly!” I bark.

    “Well, it’s true. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time now. When I’m talking to someone else, I’m imagining you. It’s gotten to the point I’ve become quite popular with my callers. Men and women all seem to enjoy my new style. I owe it to you.” He then scowls. “That’s why this week has been so horrible for me. I miss you. I miss your voice.”

    Under the table, he puts his hand on my thigh. “I want you with me.”

    “Yeah, but-” I huff. “You’re saying you’ll pay me to fuck you while you work?”

    He flinches. “Oh, wow, that does not sound like a good thing.” He shakes his head, and his antlers get tangled in a light. “Oh, fuck,” he huffs.

    I get up and help him untangle himself. “It’s bad wording,” I tell him as I sit back down. “I mean, I like the idea of it,” I confess. “But it sounds tawdry on paper.”

    Morris huffs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like that.” He grabs my hand and squeezes. “I do care about you, Isabelle,” he whispers. “And I want to get to know the real you. Not the one at the end of the phone, this Isabelle.”

    I smile at him. “You could fuck me as your girlfriend,” I reply. “If we get to that point.” 

    Morris chuckles, kissing my cheek. “I like that better.” He leans back. “But how will I ever work?”

    I chuckle. “I think we’ll figure something out.”

    Morris flinches as his phone buzzes. He looks at his phone and frowns. “Dammit.”

    “Work?” I ask.

    He nods. “I really should take this.”

    I then get an idea. “Why don’t we go to the car?” I ask.

    “The car?” His ears twitch. “Why would we go to the car-” he stops when he comes to his senses. “Isabelle,” he growls. “Are you sure?”

    “Just once,” I murmur. “Then you have to put some serious effort into dating me.” I stand up from the table as he answers his phone.

    “Hi, sorry for the delay,” he says as he turns into Morgan. “Give me a moment to get to you. I’m almost there.” He lays money on the table to pay, and I take hold of his hand.

    We go back to his car in the dark parking lot and get into the backseat. Morris kisses me, and I can hear the voice on the other end. It sounds like a man.

    “Is that right?” Morris purrs as I kiss his neck. His antlers clatter on the roof of the car, and he makes a strained expression. “You don’t have to worry with me,” he shivers. “You can have me any way you like.”

    I unbutton his shirt and kiss down his chest.

    Morris moans then chuckles. “You know that’s what I want, too.”

    I smirk up at him, licking down his belly. He bites his lip, grunting and his lashes flutter. A deep breath escapes his lips.

    “My cock is all yours,” He breathes into the phone. “You can do whatever you want.”

    I undo his belt and unzip his pants. The bulge of his underwear greets me and, as I tug at the elastic, his cock slips out. I smirk, trying to bite back my eager smile.

    “You’re going to have to get much greedier,” Morris moans. “Take it. Haven’t you wanted it for so long?”

    I’m having a hard time distinguishing if he’s talking to his customer or me. I look up at Morris and then dip down, licking his cock from tip to base. He groans loudly, and his hips buck.

    “Yes, yes,” he groans. “You’re so good that way. I bet your ass is so fucking tight.”

    I peek up at him, smirking to myself as I kiss up to the tip and take him into my mouth. His groan is exquisite, and I wanted to make him cry out more.

    “Fuck!” He blurts as his lashes flutter. “What? Yes. It feels that good, keep going. Tell me if I’m too rough.”

    I take Morris into my mouth, slowly teasing the tip and dipping my head down, so he touches the back of my throat. Why is this so exciting? Why am I getting so turned on?

    I squeak when I feel Morris’ hand on my ass. He’s squeezing and rubbing as he breathes heavily into the receiver of his phone.

    “Sometimes it needs to be rough and heavy,” he growls. “You can’t just wait on featherbeds forever.” He slips his hand into my leggings, and his fingers trail down to my slit. 

    I moan against his shaft, pulling up to look at him. Morris presses his finger to his lips, begging me to be quiet.

    “Yes,” he growls, and his fingers slip inside. “I can feel how badly you want me. Say it to me,” he growls. “Yes. Just like that.”

    I whimper, taking his cock back into my mouth to keep quiet. I can taste something salty on my tongue as his precum starts to seep out.

    Morris snarls and rolls his hips, moaning with abandon into the phone. “Fuck, yes. Just like that. Harder. Harder. You feel so fucking good, I can’t stand it.”

    His fingers are inside me, moving and hitting a sensitive spot inside. I wriggle my hips, pushing back against his hand to feel more.

    “I can’t stand it,” Morris snarls. “You’re too good.”

    He grabs me, pulling me up off his cock and pushing me against the door. I look up at him as he puts his free hand over my mouth. I watch him as he hangs up the phone and drops it on the floorboard. Without a word, he pulls me in, dragging me down onto the seat and slamming his cock inside me. I cry out loudly and wrap myself around him.

    His antlers tear up the back of the driver seat as well as the backseat itself. They clatter on the windows and door, making a horrible racket to go along with our moans and cries. He grunts and snarls, his voice directly in my ear.

    I cling to him, clawing down his back as his cock fills me.  It’s long, hitting all the way back inside me, and curved so that it keeps rubbing against that same sensitive spot his fingers found.

    “Morris,” I whimper.

    “I couldn’t stand it,” he snarls. “I need you!”

    I nuzzle to his neck, shuddering as my legs start to kick. My fingers dig into his back, and I forget to breathe. Morris trembles, his haunches shuddering and his antlers get caught in the driver seat. He bucks and snarls, his hips going erratically until they finally still.

    Morris pants and huffs, slowly pulling out of me as he tries to dislodge his antlers. I lay there, dazed and breathing hard, trying to see through the stars in my eyes.

    “Oh, wow,” Morris laughs. “Uhm,” he sits back. “Wow.”

    I slowly sit up, and it feels like my entire body is made from jelly. “Whew,” I push my hair from my face. “Well, uhm,” I lean back on the seat. I then start to giggle. I snort and sputter and let out a loud laugh.

    Morris chuckles. “Well,” he starts to laugh. “How was it?”

    I look up at him. “I sure hope you don’t damage your bed with these things.” I reach up and stroke his antler. “Because your car is destroyed.”

    He bites his lip and pulls me into his lap. “I got carried away. It happens.”

    We kiss, and Morris mops me up with a sweater. 

    “We both got more than we bargained for,” I say with a shrug. “We’ve both had...stuff bottled up for a while now.”

    “Is that stuff a one-time thing now?” Morris grunts. 

    I think for a moment, then kiss him again. “I’m still hot for teacher, don’t worry.”

    He snorts and kisses me again. “Please, never say it like that again.”

    I go back to Morris’ place, where he makes me coffee, and we share a tin of cookies. He gives me one of his shirts to wear, and we watch a movie together. It’s nice and comfortable, and he uses his Morgan voice with me.

    “I guess I’m staying the night,” I smirk.

    “I can drop you off at your house in the morning,” he says.

    “What about work?” I wink. “Won’t you need me?”

    Morris kisses me. “I have a feeling I will always need you.”