Leave, but Mrs. Miller holds you back

"Arthur! Could you please stay back? We need to have a talk!" Arthur froze in his tracks, feeling his blood chill. Arthur knew for a fact this was going to bad. Mrs. Miller was only nice to futanari.

Hesitantly, Arthur stood in front of the imposing blonde woman's desk as the other students passed out. He locked eyes with Sheyla, one of his friends. She shurgged apologetically and mouthed the words _'good luck!'. _He heard another boy mutter something under his breath that sounded vaguely like "Been nice knowing you."

Arthur gulped and looked back down as Mrs. Miller. She was an incredible specimen, by any standards. She was tall, with an amazonian build. He'd once seen her running in a sports bra at the park at instantly got a hard on staring at her taut ab muscles. Along with that, she had long legs the seemed to never end, accentuated by bulging calf muscles. She had a pair of ENORMOUS titties that threatened to burst out of any and every top she wore, along with sexy, short cut of blonde hair that accentuated her regal features.

Today, Mrs. Miller wore a tucked in blue dress shirt and a short black skirt, combined with a pair of dark stockings and high heels. The science teacher had left her top button undone, allowing Arthur to see the outermost curves of her athletic breasts.

"Arthur. Do you have any idea why I held you back?" Mrs. Miller asked, shuffling through a sheaf of papers. Arthur gulped at her icy, uncaring tone.

"N-no, Miss." Arthur answered nervously. His heart sank as he heart an exasperated sigh escape the teacher.

"No idea at all, Mister?" She asked, turning her hazel eyes onto his. Arthur shrunk beneath her accusatory gaze. He shook his head meekly. Mrs. Miller let out another discouraging sigh and set her glasses down.

"Arthur... here's the results for our last Science test." She said, handing the boy a stapled paper. Arthur fingers trembled as he read the socre at the top... 35%???

"I... I failed?" Arthur asked, almost tearing up. Mrs. Miller, however, showed no sympathy.

"Yes, and at this rate you're going to fail Mathematics too. This brings your average grade down to a 48%. That's a failing grade." She spat out. Arthur winced, his blood boiling at the injustice. Of course, she didn't even bother to find out why he was failing. She spent all the class time, helping the futa students, answering their questions. Of course he was going to fail! He wouldn't be surprised if most other cis students were failing, or coming close it.

"P-please Miss! I can't fail! I have colleges lined up... there must be something I can do? Maybe an extra credit assignment?" Arthur pleaded, hoping his qualms wouldn't fall on deaf ears. Mrs. Miller swirled her predatory gaze towards the snivelling boy, a disgusted expression appearing on her face.

"Are you begging? Pathetic. It's really not my fault you don't pay attention in this class and you are unable to study." She shot back coldly. Tears pricked the edges of Arthur's eyes. This couldn't be happening!

"Please Miss! I-I'll do anything!" Arthur exclaimed, clasping his hands together.

"Anything, you say?" Mrs. Miller suddenly asked, swivelling her chair to face the **** boy. Arthur lurched back, taken aback by her sudden change in attitude.

"Y-yes... anything!" He exclaimed. Suddenly, a lecherous smile plastered itself on the bombshell science teacher's face.

"Very well then." She bagn, standing up and towering over Arthur, her incredible bust eye level with her student.
"Get on your knees."

"W-what?" Arthur asked. shocked.

"You head me, pussyboy! Or do you want to fail?" Mrs. Miller hissed, her hot breath stinging Arthur's face.

Shocked, Arthur sank to his knees, now putting him at eye level with his teacher's...

Oh.

Arthur was eye level with her skirt... or more specifically, what was under her skirt.

Because right in front of him, the unmistakeable outline of Mrs. Miller's cock was slowly rising like a fifth limb, steadily pulling her black skirt up.

With a click Mrs. Miller unbuckled her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. Arthur lurched back as her girlcock shot up, striking him in the face.

"I think you know what to do, slut." The teacher purred, but Arthur barely heard her, his eyes captivated by her absolute monstrosity of a cock. It was creamy white, with a shaved patch of pubic hair around the base. It had to be at least eight inches long, standing straight up. Arthur wasn't even sure if he could circle his fingers around it. It pulsed angrily with arousal, and her testicles were swelling to the size of testicles.

"M-Mrs. Miller?" Arthur whimpered, quesitoningly.

He fell back after he felt a hrd object strike him across the face. He looked up, clutching his bruised cheekbone to Mrs. Miller had just... slapped him.

"Are you dumb, whore? Suck. My. Cock." She hissed.