He Stays Put

Sam stopped questioning his looks when Amy strutted onto the set. The porn executive was perfect: Her tan cleavage was bursting out of a red cardigan. Her gray miniskirt seemed to ride up at random, giving everyone on set glimpses of her black g-string. She pulled out her chair at the teacher's desk at the front of the class, looked around to find Sam. When she saw him, she winked again and blew him a kiss.

"Is everybody ready," a man's voice called from offset. Most of the extras nodded. Amy said "yes sir!"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Sam said.

"You got this champ!" The voice replied, inspiring a little confidence in him. "Fuck Academy 4! Scene 3! Take 1! And... Action!"

"Ok everyone, class dismissed," Amy said cheerfully. "Everyone make sure to pick up your tests on the way out." She patted a stack of papers near the edge of the desk.

All of the extras got up and formed a roughly single-file line, grabbed a paper on the way out. Not feeling too confident, just like his character, Sam gravitated to the back of the line. From there he could see that Amy was checking out all the tits and asses and cocks as they passed her view. Occasionally she gave someone a short, smoldering look. By the time he reached the front, he felt okay, and his cock began throb and ache from being constrained by his outfit.

When it was his turn, Sam reached out to grab the last paper on the desk. When he reached it, Amy grabbed his arm. He turned to her, looked at her face for a second before his gaze was drawn down to her immense cleavage. Realizing he did that on camera, he corrected the behavior and started to blush.

"Ahem," Amy pretended to clear her throat. "Sam Turner," she said sternly, but with a bit of a sultry smirk on her face. "We need to have a talk. Can you stay and chat for a few minutes?"

And just like that it was like he was actually back in school. Because of his constant urges, Sam was always getting in trouble. Getting reprimanded by a hot teacher was not a new scenario for him.

"I... Uh... Sure, of course Am...Mrs. Mellon."

"Great!" Amy said, bouncing in her seat just enough to make her chest wiggle. She gave him a quick look and very clearly, but silently mouthed the words "Oh. My. God" while staring at his cock. "P... Please have a seat." She was pretending (he thought?) to be hiding her excitement.

Sam sat in a chair on the other side of the teacher's desk.

"Do you know why I needed to see you Sam," Amy asked?

"No Mrs. Mellon, I don't," he replied. "Oh no... Is it about my test score? Did I fail?"

"Yes and no, Sam," she said, bending forward to reveal more of her cleavage. "Yes, this is about your test, but you didn't fail...

On the contrary, you got a perfect score!"

"Oh thank god!" Sam feigned a sigh of relief. "But then... Why do we need to talk? If I aced the exam, shouldn't I just go like everybody else?"

Amy got up from her seat and came around the desk. "Sam, you've been so busy studying, I'm guessing you didn't even notice the big announcement on Monday, did you?" He shook his head no. "We have a new policy, to help motivate students and get their grades up." She hovered over him, giving him a fairly easy view of her thong. "Every student who gets an A, gets a special reward from their teacher." She bent down, gripped his legs above the knee and slowly moved her hands up his thigh, rolling over the gigantic bulge in his trousers. "Do you want me to give you a special reward?"

Sam shook his head yes so hard his glasses went flying. Amy giggled, turned around and bent down at the waist to pick them up, fully revealing her round ass and skimpy thong. When she was fully bent over, she turned back to look at him, with "So Sam, what do you think is a fair reward for your perfect score?"