Excuse yourself

You set the tea down on her desk, grimacing a smile at her. "I'm sorry Ms. Mi- Oh, I mean, Ms. Tessa, but I've got to be going."

"Nonsense!" She looks with disappointment at the discarded teacup. "And I told you, it's just Tessa, no need for formalities when I'm off the clock."

She stands slowly, and walks around the edge of her desk, stopping and leaning herself on a clear space. "Like I said, it's not often we get someone willing to take on the advanced assignments. It's even less likely I'd let you leave now that you're in the program."

You creep backwards towards the door, eyes fixated on Tessa, who is giving on dangerous vibes. This feeling is giving you flashbacks to the locker room.

"I promised Tiffany I could get you there after school, but that bells rings in three hours." She starts walking towards you. "Do you know how much can happen in three hours?"

Your hand closes around the doorknob, and you try to open it and flee, but she's on you in a flash, slamming the barely opened door back into place. Her arms are on either side of you, effectively trapping you against the door. You try to duck and roll under her arms, but she's faster. One hand closes around your throat, and pushes you back against the door. She starts to push up, raising you off your feet, until not even your tippy toes can touch the floor. You grab her wrist with your hands, trying to limit the pressure and get her off of you, but you only succeed in allowing a little more air to flow as you breath. It doesn't hurt very much, but she's definitely limiting your air supply, and her fingers are clamped around the veins leading to your brain, and the lack of blood flow is causing sparks to shoot across your vision. While one hand is occupied pinning you to the door, her other hand is busy down south. She unbuttons her jeans, and yanks open the zipper, letting her rainbow lined panties, and the monster trapped within, breathe. She repeats the process with you, unbuttoning your pants, this time letting them fall to the floor, along with your boxers. She unhooks her panties from around her cock, allowing it to spring free, and it whacks against your chest. She steps closer, her face inches away from your own. A lock of rainbow hair had fallen into her face sometime during her lusty activities, and both of your eyes cross as you look at it. She takes a quick breath, and puffs it out of the way, watching it fall into place before centering her eyes on you. You had never gotten this close of a view before, and you'd never really wanted to, except perhaps in your dark fantasy's, and you were surprised to see her eyes were a crystal blue, but were becoming more and more clouded with lust by the second.

"I know you've been wanting this for as long as I have, and now that we're all alone, you can prove to me how much you want this." She licked her lips. "Think of this as your audition. But what should I have you do?"

A sudden knock at the door interrupts her, a soft, tentative voice following shortly after. "Ms. Miller? Um, it's Fiona. I was wondering if I could talk to you?"

You're saved! Fiona can help you! You open your mouth to cry for help, but before you can make a peep, Tessa's hand covers your mouth, and all that gets out is a muffled, "Mmmf!"

Tessa clamps her hand around your throat tighter, very precisely to prevent you from speaking, then hoists you off the door and half-carries you to her desk the points of your toes giving you the barest of leverage. As you're moving, she says evenly, "One moment, Fiona."

She looks around for something to gag you with, then you see her come to some sort of realization, a look of, "Oh, of course, why didn't I think of that first?" crossing her face. She moves her chair out of the way, and sets you down in front of the leg space on her desk, your legs giving way as you crumple to the ground, trying to catch your breath. She quickly sits, pulls her chair up, then grabs you by the top of the head. Her other hand is on the base of her full erect dick, still out in the open, and she brings the two together, her 12 inch cock cramming itself into the too small area of your mouth. Before you can even attempt an escape, she slides forward, pinning you to the back of the desk.

"Not a peep, or I'll put you in detention for a month." She then sits upright, and says, "Come on in, Fiona!"

You hear the door open, and what must be the footsteps of Fiona get closer. You're still trying to catch your breath, but breathing around this throbbing mass of meat wasn't exactly easy. You try to shift to a more comfortable position, your legs tied together by your pants, makeshift but effective, but you quickly stop when she scoots her chair forward, her cock moving from your mouth down your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut as tears well up, struggling desperately not to gag.