You felt like you could cry, but he had you by the balls, metaphorically. You couldn't imagine how fucked up things would be if he sent out the stuff he had. You Glanced at the door and then pulled off your sweatshirt. Randy grinned as you revealed your tits, then walked over and pulled his dick out.
"Go ahead and get it nice and slick," he said. You sighed, and wrapped your lips around his dick. You bobbed your head on it for a bit, getting it slick with your spit, and then pulled away. He had you sit up higher and push your tits together around his shaft and he began to fuck your tits. You stared down at the shaft that is moving in and out of your cleavage, feeling so used. It was like you were a sex doll for him to use as he saw fit.
Even worse, you had to keep adjusting your grip on your tits and your fingers brushing your nipples and the feeling of his hard dick passing between them... it was making you feel hot again. You told yourself it was because you just came, but...
After a few minutes, he grunted and pulled his dick away, jerking a bit before cumming all over your chest. You stared down at the warm jizz on your breasts, watching and feeling it cool. You could smell the cum, and you were sure others would be able to as well. There was no way they couldn't.
"Make sure to keep that around all day," he said, then he left. You grabbed your sweatshirt and looked to the back of the class where there was a sink. You could wash the cum away... but what would he do? If you went through this just for him to send the pics out anyway you might die of shame.
Not that walking around smelling like cum was better.
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