"You might as well use him until class is over then, Ms. Nanci..." she whispers

"You might as well use him until class is over then, Ms. Nanci"

You were so close to being freed from Ms. Nanci's grasp, but Mrs. North has left you to your fate. With Ms. Nanci's cock still lodged firmly in your throat, you gag as she shifts her chair forward, trapping you underneath her desk. your face is pressed firmly into her musky nethers. Her balls drag along your chin as you are impaled on her monster of a cock. As you are **** to deepthroat Ms. Nanci's fat dick, you hear Mrs. North speak to the students, "Have fun class, Don't be too hard on Ms. Nanci". As you hear her walk to the door, with her departure, you know your fate is sealed.

Having you all to herself must have turned on Ms. Nanci, and you feel her stiffen inside your mouth. She guides you head with on hand, building a steady movement. Bobbing up and down on her cock, you find it difficult to keep you gagged moans quiet. The last thing you want is for the rest of the class to hear you worshipping Ms. Nanci's cock.

While you are trapped under her desk, gagging on her fat babymaker, Ms. Nanci calmly continues teaching her class. You don't know how they are so unaware, you must be making quite a bit of noise sucking off Ms. Nanci. You start to get lost in your task, underneath this desk there is only you and Ms. Nanci's pole, and you give it your all as you worship her meat. Lathering it in your spittle, hilting in deep in your throat, this is something you could definitely get used to. Her dick constantly leaks out a thick stream of clear fluid, and you eagerly lap up the thick strands that ooze out. You can tell that Ms. Nanci is happy, and as her hand gently tousles your hair, you can't help but feel proud.

Suddenly, you could feel her fleshy rod pulse, her ball tense as her weapon readied itself to fire. with her hands in your hair, you are helpless as Ms. Nanci pulls you to the base of her cock. Her cock erupts, flooding your throat as her warm batter finds its way into your stomach. You feel like the world is spinning, her heavy cock has cut you off your supply of oxygen, and the world is starting to turn black. Still, her member pulses with life, thick dollops of cream continue to shoot down your waiting throat. Here you are, underneath her desk, her own private cum receptacle. The spurts start to slow, and with her guiding hand, you continue to nurse on her cock, drawing out the last thick globules of spunk from her member. As you clean off the cum from her spent cock, you are suprised as you feel it start to harden once more. With her grip guiding you deeper, it seems that she still wants you to continue sucking.

The class continues, and Ms. Nanci is rapacious, every orgasm is followed by her wanting more. With nowhere to go, you are obliged to deliver. By this point, your uniform is a mess, the cum and spittle have dribbled down your chin, coating your clothes with Ms. Nanci's seed. To be frank, it was one thing that that the class had gone this long without hearing you, but from how wet, musky and sweaty it was under this desk, how had they not smelt you. Still you continued to suck, and with several warm loads sitting in your belly, you finally hear the bell ring. It's time to give your aching jaw some rest. As the rest of the class files out, you can hear one of the students walk up to Ms. Nanci's desk. You can hear her asking for a favour, "Ms. Nanci, I have two free periods, and I know that you are free until lunch, could I stay and work on my english paper in here? It'd be nice to be able to ask you questions as I work".

Oh god, another two periods trapped with this python of a cock. Ms. Nanci takes her time to consider, before finally answering...