A teacher! A male teacher!

You turn around to see a man in a towel behind you, looking your naked body over head to toe with a bemused, cocky smile.

‘To whom do I own the pleasure?’ He inquires, only looking at you long enough to finish his question before scanning your body again, stopping not especially subtly on your beautiful tits.

‘I...I...’ you stammer, trying to get a grip of the situation, as you rush to cover your most private areas, turning your back to him. Your eyes dart frantically around the room, but for the life of you, you can’t see your towel anywhere.

You hear him speak behind you, his voice taking on a more comforting tone, seeming to recognise the distress you’re in. ‘Come on girl, no need to be so coy. I’ve been here for three years now, I promise you this is not the first naked girl’s body I’ve seen.

You turn around, reassured by his voice, slowly revealing yourself, as he throws off his towel nonchalantly into a corner. ‘There,’ he says. ‘Now we are at least on an even playing field.’ Despite your fear, as you turn to face him, you give him the once-over. He can’t be more than twenty-five, tall, brown hair, and a good body. You can’t help but look at his half erect penis and feel a sense of pride – despite his seeming casual air, it’s clear he’s very affected by the sight of you. His eyes light up playfully, as he realises you are staring at his cock. Continuing to speak, he remarks, ‘but I have to say, I never seen a girl quite as sexy as you in the men’s showers before.’

You blush furiously. How could you have been so stupid! Of course there are male showers, there are clearly male staff, and then some, as the teacher in front of you and his rapidly stiffening cock are proof to. You start to cry, feeling so out of control and embarrassed, but at the same time so aroused from your previous fingersmithing. You’re pretty sure that the sense of powerlessness you find yourself in, lost and embarrassed in a new school is only making you hotter as well.

‘What’s your name girl?’ the man asks. Seeing your uncomfort, he offers his hand, saying ‘I’m Mr. Whitelock, head of academic affairs.’

You move your hand away from your pussy to shake his. You curtsey as well, something you never do, but your intuition tells you that you ought to be obedient to this man. As you curtsey, your pussy opens slightly, deliciously reminding you of how **** you are. ‘Hello Mr. Whitelock, I’m Anna.’

He nods approvingly, whether of your Scottish accent, your revealed pussy, or both, you’re not sure. ‘Now, I presume you meant to use the girl’s shower facilities didn’t you?’ Mr. Whitelock asks.

You shake your head, and murmur, ‘Yes sir.’

‘Well, no use crying over spilt milk. You’re here now, and seeing as I interrupted you, the least I can do is help you wash off some of those hard to reach spots.’

You feel rushed, carried away in how sudden this is all getting, but you don’t have the chance to say much, Mr. Whitelock is already moving towards you. You turn back towards the shower head, and feel him behind you, not quite touching you. You feel his hot breath in your ear as he presses up against you, his rigid cock nestling between your buttocks, and whispers, ‘now where is a girl who comes into the men’s shower room dirtiest I wonder?’