Go and find something to warm your cock with

You step out of the special lessons room, your cock straining against the fabric of your trousers, desperate for relief. The memory of those tight, shaved cunts and the way Sandra’s rosebud clenched around your thumb has you throbbing. You need a warm, wet hole—now.

The art class is just down the hall. You push open the door and step inside, the scent of turpentine and sweat washing over you. The room is set up with easels and canvases, but in the center, a raised platform holds two naked girls locked in a 69. Their bodies are slick with oil, their mouths working each other’s cunts with practiced precision. A circle of students in schoolgirl uniforms surrounds them, their eyes fixed on the display, hands clasped behind their backs.

Miss Smith stands beside the platform, dressed in a lace blouse and tight black skirt, her auburn hair pinned up. She holds a long, slender paintbrush, tapping it against her palm as she lectures.

“The key to a successful sexual display is absolute composure,” she says, her voice crisp and authoritative. “Your owner may want you to perform at a dinner party or a private gathering. You will be groped, prodded, and penetrated while maintaining your pose. Show no distraction. No matter how much a guest tries to frustrate you, you remain still.”

She steps closer to the platform and reaches between the two writhing girls. One of them, a redhead with freckles, gasps as Miss Smith slides the paintbrush into her asshole. The girl’s body tenses, but she doesn’t break rhythm, her tongue still lapping at her partner’s clit.

“Good,” Miss Smith murmurs, twisting the brush. “You’re learning.”

Your eyes sweep the room, landing on a brunette student standing near the back. Erin. She’s twenty-four, with a full, curvy body that her schoolgirl uniform barely contains. Her skirt rides high, showing the curve of her ass, and you catch a glint of metal—a red crystal plug nestled between her cheeks, just visible above the strap of her thong. Her plump pussy lips press against the fabric, and you can see the wetness staining the material.

You free your cock from your trousers, stroking it slowly as you watch the lesson. The sight of those two girls eating each other, the redhead’s asshole gripping that brush, has you throbbing. You move behind Erin, your boots silent on the linoleum.

She’s focused on the platform, her body tense with concentration. You slide your hand under her skirt, palm flat against her ass cheek. She jumps, her breath catching.

“Keep quiet,” you whisper in her ear, your cock pressing against the crack of her ass through her thong.

You reach around her hip, fishing your fingers under the front of her thong and into her wet folds. Her pussy lips are plump and slick, and you pinch them gently, tugging, rolling the flesh between your thumb and forefinger. She lets out a tiny, stifled moan, her hips pushing back against your cock.

Miss Smith notices you, a smile curling her lips. She steps away from the platform, wiping her fingers on her skirt. “Feel free to join in, sir. Erin shows particular talent with her tongue on cock.”

You grin, pulling your hand from Erin’s cunt and bringing your fingers to your mouth. You taste her—sweet and hot. “Don’t mind if I do.”

You strip Erin’s uniform off with quick, efficient movements, pulling her blouse over her head, unclasping her bra to free her double-D tits, then shoving her skirt and thong down her thighs. She stands naked, her body trembling slightly, her cunt glistening, the red crystal plug winking at you from her ass.

You lie down on one of the class beds, naked, your cock standing upright. Miss Smith is already on the bed beside you, her student between her thighs, her head buried in Miss Smith’s pussy. Miss Smith watches you, her eyes half-lidded, her fingers weaving through her student’s hair.

“Up,” you order Erin, like she’s a prize-winning dog.

She climbs onto the bed, mounting you, facing your cock. Her cunt is inches from your face, her plump lips parted, the plug visible in her ass. Her double-D tits hang down, perfect orbs, and you reach up to cup them, squeezing her nipples between your fingers. She gasps, her hips twitching.

Your cock is right in front of her mouth. She waits, her tongue out, her eyes wide and obedient.

You take the base of your shaft, smiling up at her. “Now open and say ‘ahhh.’”

She does, her mouth wide, her tongue flat and ready. You place the head of your cock on her tongue, feeling the wet heat.

“You may begin.”

Erin closes her lips around your cock, her tongue working the underside with soft, sensitive strokes. She takes you in slowly, inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks. Her eyes stay locked on yours, a mix of submission and hunger.

You reach down and grab a vibrator from the bedside table—a thick, ribbed wand. You press it against her clit, and she moans around your cock, the vibration traveling through her mouth into your shaft. Her hips start to move, grinding against the vibrator, her cunt dripping onto your thighs.

You watch her work, feeling the rhythm of her tongue, the suction of her mouth. Miss Smith’s moans mix with the wet sounds of the 69ing girls on the platform. The room is filled with the scent of sex and submission.

You let Erin set the pace, enjoying the way her throat opens to take you deeper, the way her tongue wraps around your shaft. She’s desperate, her body shaking with the vibrator’s assault, but she keeps her focus on your cock, worshiping it like the good little slave she is.