Ending class, but you’re not done having fun

“I want to add a rule just for today,” you say leisurely, running your hand across Gianna Lopez’s bronze buttocks. The cheerleader purrs and pushes her ass against your palm, expressing her desire to keep going despite her exhaustion. “Mrs. Moore’s role-play might come to an end, but the students must strive to apply what they learned from it in their daily lives.”

You like how today’s lesson elevated your position among your peers, so you hope that by enforcing this rule the effects will last longer. You won't bet on the changes you've made lasting anywhere beyond the classroom since the classroom is the only aspect of most of your classmates' lives that you own, but you do wonder how the experiences they've just had will affect them. Will the way they view you in their everyday lives change or will their attitudes towards you only be affected so long as they're in the classroom with you?

You shrug. You suppose it's not that big a deal at the end of the day. If your fellow classmates end up not being affected at all, you can always make sure they are later on through a more direct application of your ability.

“That’s an excellent idea,” Allison readily agrees, and for a moment the lusty glaze clears from her eyes. “Master, could you make this a permanent addition to your list-”

“No.” As you cut her off, your teacher flushes red with embarrassment and the class is filled with subdued laughter.

“Since this is still my classroom, I have the right to speak on behalf of the teacher,” you add. “And I think we’ve pretty much covered the material for today.”

Allison nods after some hesitation, but the frustration on her face is visible for all to see. Having expressed her desire for you several times already, she is obviously **** to have the lesson end without getting what she wants.

But as if to mock her, the bell rings right then.

“No homework for today, class,” she sighs and rolls her eyes when her students cheer. “But as Master said-- don’t forget what we’ve covered today.”

The students, no longer required to act like cavemen, start to look around awkwardly. Some avert their gazes from the nudity entirely while others steal glances at their classmates. While they don’t seem as uncomfortable as they did when they were first told to undress, most of the students use their hands or nearby pieces of clothing to cover their privates as they converse and move to clothe themselves.

You’re delighted to find that your latest rule has the desired effect, at least within the classroom itself; a lot of the girls make their newly sparked interest in you apparent as they shoot you shy smiles when your gaze meets theirs. The three you’ve interacted with the most seem to be willing to take it even farther.

Christine is making a show of squeezing her generous bust into her shirt, but with her bra left strewn on the floor it just ends up being a lot of titty flesh being squeezed and jiggling before your eyes.

Trish slowly gets off of her back and her fingers drift between her legs. She smiles happily when she catches you watching and spreads her legs, and you grin back at her as your thick cum slowly starts to ooze out of her pussy, only to be gently stuffed back in by her fingers.

Gianna doesn’t even make an attempt to move from her spot and remains bent over the desk, waving her ass to get your attention as she makes eyes at you over her shoulder.

You let this go on for a moment before spanking Gianna’s ass and ordering them to get dressed properly. They scamper away together, giggling quietly as they help each other fetch their clothes.

Gianna makes sure to face away from you and the rest of the class when she bends her flexible, athletic body from to pick her panties off of the floor, giving everyone a good look of the thick cum slowly running down her thighs as she pulls her underwear up her toned legs.

“Let’s get them tattooed at least, Ryan,” Kelly whispers softly in your ear. She presses her tits against your back and runs her hands down your abdomen. “There’s no need to put it off for later.”

“We already have Christine,” you chuckle amusedly, but your eyes are glued to the Latina as she continues her show of dressing herself before you.

“Lovely girl. Your mother will be delighted if you decide to bring her home,” Kelly agrees, tickling your stomach with her nails. “But she’ll be ecstatic if her stud of a son brings home three girls instead of one.”

“Tell them to stick around, then,” you say after a moment of thought. “We need to visit the shop anyway.”

Kelly kisses you on the cheek and lingers for a second before triumphantly walking over to the three teens, perfect ass swaying and jiggling. You catch Andrew staring at her as she walks. He bites his lip and you grin. You wonder if your best friend was always sexually attracted to his mother or if seeing her being lewd on your account has inspired those feelings within him.

You turn your attention back towards your teacher.

Allison is almost dressed and is in the middle of buttoning her shirt. The sour expression on her face turns into one of surprise and expectation when you walk up to her, and she leaves the top three buttons of her shirt undone, exposing her prodigious cleavage for your viewing pleasure.

“What is it, Master?”