Head home

Deciding not to push your luck, you put on your coat and walk back to your dorm.

The walk back to your dorm is agonizingly slow, each step a torturous tease as your cock throbs and twitches against the tight confines of those tiny panties. Your mind races with wild fantasies about what Colonel Hancock might be doing right now—what other perverse acts of dominance she could be inflicting upon you in her office.

Finally, you reach your dorm room, and you practically tear yourself out of your uniform the moment the door closes behind you. Your cock springs free from its restrictive prison, shooting straight up towards the ceiling like a rocket launching into orbit. You groan loudly, needing some release for all the pent-up tension and desire that’s been building up inside of you all day long.

Your hand instantly gripping tightly around your cock as you stroke it faster and harder, imagining it’s Colonel Hancock’s soft fingers brushing against the sensitive head instead. “Yes, ma’am,” you moan out loud in a mix of pleasure and shame. “Oh, fuck yes, ma’am!”

The cum builds up inside your balls like pressure about to explode—and then, just before you release you grab Colonel Hancock’s panties, and with a loud, primal grunt, you let loose. Hot, thick streams of cum spray across the small dark fabric, completely covering them with your seed. You continue to stroke yourself mindlessly, milking every last drop of cum from your cock until you finally collapse onto your bed, spent and exhausted but more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life.