Helen finds herself in his office later that day

Helen struggled to focus for the rest of the day, her thoughts consumed by the upcoming meeting with Mr. Drummond. She managed to get through her remaining classes with a combination of Maisie's memories, and the knowledge gained during her own college days. But every time she was starting to focus on the content, a vision of Mr. Drummond's throbbing cock would flash into her mind, and Helen's face would turn bright red.

Helen couldn't make sense of her thoughts. Were these her own feelings, or was she picking up Maisie's feelings and desires?

Helen knew Maisie had a reputation for sleeping around, but in reality she'd only slept with two boys, and the encounters had left her unsatisfied and confused. Maisie was inexperienced, and the idea of exploring her sexuality, and learning how to please a man, excited her. But Helen could sense nothing but discomfort and distrust in regards to Mr. Drummond.

"This is ridiculous," Helen muttered, hurrying along the corridor. Classes were done for the day, and now she was on her way to Mr. Drummond's office. She had considered not going, but the fear of what he might do if she didn't attend had made up her mind.

'I can just politely decline,' Helen thought. 'And that will be that.'

A few minutes later, and Helen was knocking on Mr. Drummond's office door. He opened it almost instantly, and smiled as he saw her.

"Hello, Maisie," he said, grinning. "Come on in."

He stepped aside, and Helen reluctantly walked into the room. Mr. Drummond closed the door behind him, and Helen was certain she heard the lock click shut.

Mr. Drummond's office was a small, cramped space, with a desk, filing cabinets and a small, uncomfortable looking couch. Helen took a seat on the sofa, and Mr. Drummond settled into his desk chair, which creaked as it took his weight.

"So, Maisie, let's start by looking at your grades. Then we can talk about the options."

Mr. Drummond turned to his computer, and Helen watched as he pulled up a spreadsheet. She saw Maisie's name, and a table listing the grades for each assessment. It wasn't pretty.

"As you can see, Maisie, you're barely passing." Mr. Drummond said, turning to her. "In fact, if you want to pass this year with a decent grade, you'll have to get 90% or higher in all your assessments."

Helen's heart drummed in her chest, and she felt a tightening sensation in her belly.

"90%, that's a lot, sir," she whispered, looking up at him.

"Yes, it is," he said, leaning back in his chair and regarding her closely. "But if some of your lower graded assessments were to...improve, then you would have a much easier time."

Helen licked her lips nervously. "So could I retake the assessments?"

Mr. Drummond shook his head. "No, that won't be possible. There's no time to resit everything."

"Then how am I supposed to..."

"I'm glad you asked, Maisie," he replied, and he leaned forwards. His legs parted, and Helen noticed his trousers were once again bulging. He noticed her gaze, and gave her a wolfish grin. "There are other ways to earn credit. And you said yourself that you were willing to do whatever it took."

"I...I did say that, sir," Helen stammered, squirming under his intense gaze.

"So, I want to hear you say it, Maisie. Are you willing to do whatever it takes, to pass this course?"

Helen's mind was racing. She knew where this was leading, and the prospect scared her. And yet, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.

"I'm willing," she whispered.

"Good girl," Mr. Drummond said, grinning. "As a teacher, you hear a lot about students. Rumours, scandals, gossip. Some true, most not. But when someone's name crops up several times, and the rumours are all very similar, well, then you have to take notice."

Helen gulped. She could see where this was heading.

"So, is it true, Maisie?" He asked, his voice a low growl. "Do you give 'great head'?"

"I..."

"It's ok," he said, rising from his chair. "You can be honest with me. It's just the two of us."

"Yes, sir," Helen replied, hating herself for giving in so easily. "It's true."

"Good," Mr. Drummond said, sitting down beside her. He placed a hand on her thigh, and squeezed. Helen's breath caught in her throat, and she trembled. "I was hoping you'd say that. Because, as a teacher, I want to encourage you in your...passions."

He leaned in to kiss her. Helen closed her eyes, and their lips met. He tasted of mint and coffee, and his beard was rough against her skin. His hand slid up her thigh, his fingers tracing her inner thigh, and her pulse quickened.

Mr. Drummond deepened the kiss, his tongue aggressively parting her lips, exploring her mouth. Helen let him take control, surrendering to his desire. She moved her hands to his waist, fumbling with his belt, struggling to undo the buckle. He laughed, and gently pushed her away.

"So eager," he said, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that."

Helen watched as he undid his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down his thighs. His underwear bulged obscenely, and Helen could clearly make out the shape of his erect cock. He reached for his waistband, and slowly pulled his boxers down, releasing his cock.

Helen gasped. His cock was far larger than it had any right to be. It was comfortably bigger than Adam's, with a thick, bulbous head and a prominent vein running along its length. Its head dug into his belly, a small trickle of precum leaking from its tip.

"Impressed?" Mr. Drummond said, a cocky grin on his face. "Much bigger than any of the boys you've been with, I'm guessing."

Helen nodded, unable to speak. Her heart was racing, and she could feel her own arousal building. She reached out and grasped his cock, her fingers barely closing around its girth. Mr. Drummond groaned as her hand closed around his shaft, and she felt it throb against her palm.

"That's it," he whispered. "Stroke it."

Helen began to slowly stroke his cock, her grip tightening around his shaft. Mr. Drummond grunted and began to thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her grasp. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, his cock twitching and pulsing with each stroke.

"That's it, Maisie, that's it. Nice and slow. I want to savour this."

Helen was mesmerised by the sight of his cock, the way it throbbed and pulsed in her hand. She was so absorbed in the moment, she barely noticed when Mr. Drummond's hands found her breasts, massaging them roughly through her sweatshirt.

"Now, let's see what you've got under here," he said, a gleam in his eye. Helen felt his hands pull up her top, exposing her bra. His fingers slipped inside, teasing her nipples, causing them to harden.

"Mmm, so responsive," he murmured, his fingers pinching and twisting her sensitive buds. Helen's breathing quickened, and her hand stroked faster.

"Slowly," he commanded. "Nice and slow."

Helen eased her pace, her hand gliding up and down his shaft, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. Mr. Drummond continued to massage her breasts, his fingers expertly teasing her nipples.

"Take off your top, and your bra," he said. "I want to see you."

Helen reluctantly released his cock and removed her sweatshirt and bra, exposing her bare breasts. Mr. Drummond's gaze roamed over her body, a hungry look in his eyes. He reached for her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. Helen gasped as he leaned forward, taking one nipple into his mouth, suckling and teasing it with his tongue.

She moaned, her hips grinding involuntarily. Mr. Drummond's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, his mouth exploring her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. His cock rubbed against her leg, hard and insistent.

"Now," he whispered. "I'm going to fuck your mouth, and you're going to take every inch."

Helen nodded, her breathing ragged, her body trembling with anticipation. She moved between his legs, her hands gripping his thighs. He took his cock in his hand and guided it to her mouth. She parted her lips and took the head between them, swirling her tongue around its tip. He groaned, his hand gripping the back of her head, pushing her deeper onto his shaft.

Helen felt her gag reflex kick in, but she suppressed it, relaxing her throat and taking him deeper. His cock stretched her jaw, filling her mouth. She looked up at him, and saw the lust in his eyes, the desire etched on his face.

"That's it, Maisie, that's it. Just like that."

His hand pressed against the back of her head, pushing her deeper. She felt his cock reach the back of her throat, and she gagged, **** slightly. He pulled back, giving her a moment to catch her breath, then plunged back in.

"Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, his cock twitching against her tongue.

Helen continued sucking his cock, bobbing her head up and down, his shaft glistening with her saliva. In her own love life, Helen didn't often give oral sex, and when she did, it was a brief and perfunctory act. But here, in the office of Mr. Drummond, it was an entirely different experience. She was sure she could sense Maisie's knowledge and experience, guiding her in this act.

"The rumours are true, Maisie," he panted, his cock sliding between her lips. "You give great head."

Helen could only moan in response, her mouth too full of his cock to speak. She felt his hand leave her head, and his fingers tangled in her hair. His other hand was gripping the edge of the couch, his knuckles white.

Helen could sense his arousal, his desire, and it spurred her on. She bobbed her head faster, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips sliding up and down. His cock twitched, and she knew he was close.

"Oh, fuck, Maisie," he moaned. "I'm going to come."

Helen redoubled her efforts, her head moving faster, her mouth working his cock. She felt his shaft swell, and a moment later, his release. His cock erupted in her mouth, his hot seed spurting down her throat.

Mr. Drummond held her head firmly, his cock buried deep in her throat, his seed filling her mouth. She choked and gasped, swallowing as best she could, some of his seed shooting out of her nose and coating her lips.

His orgasm seemed to last an eternity, but eventually his cock stopped pulsing and he released her head, slumping back onto the couch. Helen sat back on her heels, gasping for breath. Tears streaked her cheeks, and her chin was coated in a mixture of spit and cum.

"My goodness, Maisie," he chuckled, panting. "You certainly live up to your reputation. That was...excellent."

"Thank you, sir," Helen replied, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice. A wave of shame washed over her, and she realised how far she had let things go.

"So, Maisie," he said, his breathing slowing, his composure returning. "I think after this oral exam, we can definitely amend some of your grades."

Helen felt her stomach clench, her chest tighten. She knew this was wrong, but she tried to remind herself why she was doing this.

"Thank you, sir," she replied, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I appreciate it."

Mr. Drummond smirked, clearly pleased with himself. He rose to his feet, and pulled up his trousers.

"Now, I have some work to do. So, if you wouldn't mind cleaning yourself up, and getting out of here."

Helen stared at him, her mouth hanging open. She couldn't believe how casual he was being about the whole thing. Had he done this before? With other students?

Helen felt no willpower left within her, so she quickly complied. She took a few tissues from a nearby box, and wiped her face, trying to clean off the traces of his seed. Once she was as presentable as possible, she hastily put her clothes back on, grabbed her bag, and headed towards the door.

"One more thing, Maisie," Mr. Drummond called after her, and Helen paused, her hand on the doorknob.

"Yes, sir?"

"You're a good girl, aren't you, Maisie?"

Helen didn't reply.

"And a good girl doesn't go spreading tales, does she?"

"No, sir," Helen said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Good," he said, grinning. "Because I sincerely doubt anyone would believe you anyway."

Helen didn't know what to say, so she simply turned and opened the door, fleeing the room.

As she hurried away from Mr. Drummond's office, a weak voice echoed in her head.

'Why did you do that?' It asked. 'Why did you let him use me like that?'