Consumed for the class

Mr Deverou leaned his head forward again, and you felt his mouth open wide. You moaned as he lifted you off the ground, working his mouth over your head. As his lips lowered over your eyes, you shuddered and moaned. “I will be good, Mr Deverou, and accept any appropriate punishment.”

You feel him half laugh and his cock throb against your back as he leans slightly further forward to take your whole head in his hot mouth. You feel his hands move, one grabbing you by the crotch and pulling you up as his finger slides into your cunt, still slick with Marko’s cum. The other goes to your breast, kneading and pinching your nipple.

With another swallow, you feel him work his cheeks around your bare shoulders and feel his uvula against your face. Moaning in arousal, you suck his uvula into your mouth, pleasing it like a dangling cock for a few moments before he swallows again.

Your head slid into his throat, slidest and warm, and you struggled to breathe. His lips are at your chest, and for a moment, you wish you were the other way around so you could feel his tongue against your breasts.

As he swallows again, you feel him delve an extra finger into your cunt, and you shudder and cream yourself as his fingers please you and his flat teeth gently gnaw on your tits. You can hear his heartbeat this far down his throat, which permeated you with every beat.

The next swallow brought your head through the tight opening into his stomach, the acrid smell of his acids teasingly close to you.

You feel him move his hands again as he uses your feet to stroke his cock. You only had a moment to moan in enjoyment before he swallowed again. Now your knees were up to his lips, as your arse sat on his tongue and your head touched the juices in his stomach.

The rest happened quickly; with the bulk of your weight inside his throat, another swallow or two quickly deposited you into his stomach. You twist and roll over to find a more comfortable location as you feel his acids start to sting your skin.

You moan as you hear him start to speak to the class and bring your hands to your cunt and tits. The class was meant to be half an hour, half an hour of you sitting in his stomach, his acids building up around you, trying to break you down.

You start to finger yourself in sick pleasure, shuddering inside him. You hear him say something and vaguely hear the class laugh. The tingling slowly increased over the next several minutes and all the while, you pleased yourself. If someone had asked you just a day ago if you would ever willingly be eaten, you would have said no. But now, now you were happily cumming again and again as you sat inside your teacher’s stomach.

Throughout the class, you hear him burp and gulp in more fresh air, allowing you to breathe, but after a few more minutes, a thought encroaches upon you. He said if you were squirming, he would regurgitate you.

You pant as you consider the possibilities. If you stopped masturbating, he would digest you. You moan to yourself again before making a decision.