Degrading Erin

You lie back, letting Erin set her frantic pace, but there's no way you're letting her rush this. Her cunt hovers inches above your face, glistening and swollen, dripping slick onto your chest with every desperate bob of her head. You can smell her—hot, musky, needy. The vibrator is still in your hand, and you slide it up between her thighs, pressing the thick ribbed head against her soaked entrance.

She tries to pull away, her mouth still full of your cock, but you grip her hip with your free hand and shove the vibrator deep inside her. Her entire body jerks. A muffled, guttural moan vibrates through your shaft as she takes you deeper in reflex. Then you bring your mouth to her clit, flat tongue dragging across the swollen bud, slow and deliberate.

Erin's hips start to shake. She tries to speed up, bobbing faster on your cock, her throat working to swallow you deeper—desperate to make you cum so this humiliation can end. But you just keep licking her, long, lazy strokes, circling her clit, tasting her sweet juices mixed with the vibrator's hum. She whimpers around your dick, her rhythm faltering.

You turn your head, finding Miss Smith on the adjacent bed. She's finished mounting her student's mouth, the poor girl now gasping on her knees between Miss Smith's thighs, chin coated in slick. Miss Smith watches you with hooded, knowing eyes.

"I love it when the students show enthusiasm with their mouths," you say, grinning. "Erin thinks that by making me cum quickly, I'll be done with her."

Miss Smith laughs, a low, musical sound. She rises from the bed, smoothing her tight skirt, and walks toward you. "Class," she announces, her voice crisp as a school bell. "Let us learn about teasing your owner."

The circle of schoolgirls tightens around the bed, their uniforms neat, their eyes wide and hungry. Miss Smith takes position at the foot of the bed, right where Erin's head bobs up and down on your cock. She reaches down, her fingers threading into Erin's sweaty hair, and pulls her off your shaft with a wet pop.

"Stop. Tongue out. Say 'ah' again for the headmaster," Miss Smith orders.

Erin obeys, drool glistening on her lips, her mouth stretched wide. "Ahhhh—"

The sound cuts off as you dive your tongue back onto her clit, swirling the hood of flesh, flicking the hard nub until she's crying out, her hips grinding against your face. The students giggle, whispering behind their hands. Erin's face burns red—a mix of arousal and utter humiliation.

Miss Smith smirks. "Light kisses, Erin. Show the class how we tease a sensitive bellend."

Erin lowers her head, her plump lips pressing featherlight kisses against the head of your cock. Each touch is soft, maddening, barely there. Then Miss Smith instructs her to stretch her tongue out flat, and she does, a wet pink slab. Miss Smith presses your cockhead against it, rubbing the sensitive crown along her tongue in slow circles, smearing your precum across the surface.

Your hips jerk involuntarily, thrusting your cock forward. The head pushes past Erin's lips, into the wet heat of her mouth, and you groan. "Now that's a good-quality mouth."

Miss Smith strokes Erin's hair. "Good girl. Now take just the tip and play with it."

Erin wraps her lips around the head and suckles, soft and teasing, her tongue swirling under the ridge. Meanwhile Miss Smith wraps her fingers around your slick shaft, pumping the base slowly, pulling the skin taut. The combination is exquisite—her hand, Erin's mouth, and the way Erin's cunt drips down your chin as you keep licking her.

You decide to make it harder. You reach behind Erin, fingers finding the base of the red crystal plug. You twist it slowly, pulling it out until her rosebud grips the widest part, then push it back in with a wet pop. Erin's entire body clenches. Her mouth tightens on your tip, her hips bucking.

Miss Smith turns to the class. "Now, girls—what should we have Erin do next?"

A chorus of eager voices: "Throat skills! Show us her throat!"

Miss Smith smiles. "Very well." She cups Erin's jaw, tilting her head up. "Open your mouth. Say 'ah' for the headmaster one more time."

Erin's eyes are glassy, mascara smeared, clearly hating every second of this public display. But she obeys. Her mouth opens wide, tongue flat and ready, like some sick medical examination.

"Good girl," Miss Smith croons as she guides Erin's mouth down onto your cock. "And down we go."

You watch as those lips stretch around your shaft, inch by inch, your cock sliding past her tongue, past the curve of her throat. Her nose tickles your balls. You feel her swallow, her throat clenching around the head.

"Good girl, Erin. Remember, open your throat. Look toward me."

Miss Smith slaps Erin's ass lightly, a sharp crack that echoes through the classroom. Erin's eyes water, but she holds you in place, her throat a warm, tight sleeve around your cock. While she gags, you keep your tongue working her clit, relentless.

Her control breaks. Her throat convulses, a deep gagging sound rattling through her chest. Miss Smith holds her head locked in place, refusing to let her up, letting her choke and splutter around you.

The room is silent except for the wet, choking sounds, the hum of the vibrator, and the quiet giggles of the schoolgirls watching their classmate struggle.