Apologizes

• "I am just..." she stammered. "I cannot believe that just happened!"

"Please, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for -"

"What? Sir, I completely violated your boundaries and took your massive, thick, gooey load down my tight, warm throat! Even if it was just an accident, I...well, I am just mortified. I'll understand completely if you want to press charges."

Lloyd's jaw fell lower the longer she spoke. She sucked him off in the hallway and she'd understand if HE wanted to press charges? Even if he wanted to, how would he even describe this to the police? Oh god, what if Officer Fuckmeat was the arresting officer?

Blood began to flow back into his dick.

"No!" He sputtered. "No, no charges, that won't be necessary, I won't be doing that."

"Are you sure?" The redhead pouted. "I've done you a horrible turn..."

"I, uh, I think it all worked out in the end. Honestly, I feel like all parties involved are, um, well, nobody was hurt, right? No need to drag things out."

She sighed, her breasts rising and falling with her breath. "You're very forgiving but I'm afraid I can't just let myself off the hook for something so terrible."

"Oh. So...?"

"The punishment should fit the crime. I disregarded your boundaries and personal space, so you sir have the right to do the same to me."

Oh, this CANNOT be going where he thought it was. "When you say 'do the same to you,' you mean -"

"Anytime, anywhere, you have my full permission, no, my full enthusiastic encouragement to use me in any way you see fit, regardless of the situation."

Sweet salty Christ, it was going EXACTLY where he thought. "When you say -"

She stood proud, hands on her hips and chin raised. "Touch me, undress me, use me for sexual pleasure, spit in my mouth and tell me to thank you for it, anything! If you wanted to pull out my big jiggly titties and suck on them for the rest of the day, you would have my consent!"

Jesus, was his dick just never going to be soft today? "Ok, I think -"

"If you wanted to me to ride your cock on the city bus squealing about how much it makes me cum my brains out, I would pay for both of our fare!"

"We don't need to -"

"If you wanted me to dress up in a slingkini and drive you to my parents house so that you could fuck me in front of them while I shout out, "OH FUCK YES DADDY, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM SO MUCH, I'M A DUMB FUCKCUNT FOR DADDY TO USE AND **** -"

"OK!" Lloyd shouted.

Silence. Tense silence. Tense, horny silence.

"Ahem. Sorry. I'll...I'll take that under consideration, miss...?"

"Paira." Huh. Actually kind of a normal name. "Paira Sweettits." There it is.

"Alright, Miss...Paira. I'm Lloyd. If it's really bothering you, we can work something out later but I'm running late for class."

Paira's face went nearly beet red. "Oh shit, so am I! I'll find you later!" And before he could say another word, she dashed off down the hall. He was pretty sure she wiggled her ass as she ran for him, too.

Lloyd felt his Stone through his jeans. This had to be the horniest god damn good luck charm to ever fucking exist.

He contemplated what could happen next as he made his way to his Psych class. The class has been replaced with cheerleaders who all spontaneously need to be impregnaged or they'll die. Or maybe everyone's been psychologically hypnotized into being his sex slaves. Or, and somehow this stressed believability the most, he was just going to pass the class without incident.

Lloyd came to the door and found it still ajar. He took a breath and stepped inside, already prepared to apologize for his tardiness. Instead, he stopped dead in his tracks.

At the podium stood Paira, slightly out of breath from running over, and written on the whiteboard: "New Professor, Ms. Sweettits."