Brings you back to the exam room

"Come on, slut. You have an exam to finish." You peel your face from the desk and look up at him, standing by the door. His hand is on the doorknob. "Or do you want me to find someone else to fuck you?" He grins at you and your face flushes with embarrassment. You stand up hurriedly and scramble for your clothes. Time is of the essence; who knows if this even really helped your predicament. As you get dressed, you lay eyes on your sloppy soaking panties and almost skip them, but a word from Patrick makes you stop. "No," he says with authority. "Put them on." He watches as you pull up your sopping underwear. They feel cool against your throbbing cunt.

You finish getting dressed and meekly follow Patrick out the door. You stumble a bit for your first few steps, but find your footing and manage to follow him back to the exam room. Before stepping in, he holds you back and whispers, "come find me any time you need a fuck. You're a good little sex toy." Before giving you a chance to recover, he pulls open the door and lightly shoves you inside. A good number of the students look up at the disturbance and you let out a small "eep!" Could they tell? Patrick looks fine, but you're definitely a hot mess. Your heart beats loudly in your chest. To anyone paying attention, it would look like you just left to go for a quick fuck. The thought makes you feel slutty. You kinda like the idea though. The pulsing pleasure in your pussy makes its way up to your brain and you start thinking about what Patrick said. Would it be so bad to be a slut? To be a sex toy? Right now it feels pretty good.

Fast-walking back up to your desk, you imagine taking breaks from school to get fucked. Classmates lining up to use you. The thought drives you wild. As you sit back down, you realize that any relief your little session with Patrick provided was probably undone by a the walk back and a few seconds of fantasizing. You groan and try to focus on your paper.