Let's make a deal...

Bree squinted at the flashlight. Mr. Weatherby had it pointed down her body, plainly taking in her bare tits and smooth little pussy lips. She wondered if he could tell how wet she was. The flashlight was pretty bright, it'd almost be hard not to tell.

He held it up by his shoulder, too, so she couldn't make out his face. But her eyes dropped to his crotch, and even she could tell he was definitely liking what he saw.

She was breathless, and insanely horny, and more than just a little panicky and flustered at being naked, being caught and being caught naked, which were all very different things to be panicky and flustered about.

And Bree knew that this situation was all together a recipe building up to bad decisions. So she decided to nip that in the bud and jump right into making one.

She walked forward, nervously biting at her lower lip, his flashlight panning down to keep focused on her nakedness as she closed in. She walked right into him, pressing her naked body against him, her hand landing on his bulge, the firmness pressed gently against her stomach.

His face was just as hard as the bulge. Bree realized then this wasn't going to work. But she had to try. What does one say in a situation like this?

She'd never been in a situation like this.

This would be her first time...

She swallowed. "I'm sure there's something I could..." Her voice came out frail, crumbling to a whisper. Her hand awkwardly shoved against the bulge. It felt hot. Maybe this wasn't such a bad decision, he really did seem, you know, interested...

"What in the hell do you think you're doing, little girl?" Mr. Weatherby was unphased, and gruff. He just stared blankly down at her.

Bree swallowed again, her knees feeling weak, her stomach full of butterflies. She had known this wouldn't work, trying just made it worse. She crumbled to the floor, on the verge of tears.

"What's your name, little girl?" Gruff. Impatient. Annoyed.

"Bree..." She whispered.

"You say Bree?" He shoved a boot-clad toe against her thigh. She nodded, looking up dejectedly into the bright light pouring over her. She stared up at it for a long moment while he just stood there, the flashlight staring back at her. Her heart crumbled in her chest.

And then, Mr. Weatherby, the gruff, unphased, impatient, annoyed security guard, reached down, flashlight twisting away from her as his hands upzipped fly. He reached in with his free hand, and pulled out the very hard flesh that Bree had just been awkwardly shoving her own hand against. It stood starkly out in the air just above her. It smelt warm. The flashlight lifted back up, the shadow of his erect flesh spilling down onto her face.

"Suck my cock, Bree." She knew this was coming, but when he said it, when it became real, her heart stopped. Her eyes widened in panic, her breath froze in fear, her shoulders cowered, but her pussy, her pulsed. She licked her lips, pulling slowly up, swallowing the fear as he stood there above her, waiting, flashlight blaring down.

This was what she'd wanted, right? She was getting herself out of trouble? She was going to be okay, right?

This was her first 'cock...' The first one she'd really ever seen, especially like this. The first one she'd touch. The first one... inside her... And here it was, as she knelt naked on the floor of the hallway of her high school in front of Mr. Weatherby. An inch away from her lips. The bright, glaring flashlight burning her eyes, blacking out everything except the naked girl and the waiting cock.

"Hop to, Bree." Gruff, unphased, impatient, annoyed.

She closed her eyes, kissing it, lips pursed, closed. It was soft. And hot.

"Eyes up here, Bree." She opened them, the tip of his cock still pressed against her lips, now out of sight below her nose, like it stuck out from her chin and into his pants. She knew he could see the fear in them.

"Open up, Bree." She licked her lips nervously, this time her tongue flitting across the tip of his cock, her eyes squinting slightly into the place in the blackness behind the flashlight she figured his face was. Her lips parted around his stiff flesh as it slipped inside her mouth, running back along her tongue. It was even warmer in her mouth that it had felt in her hand, or against her lips. And it seemed so much bigger that it'd looked.

"Watch the teeth, Bree." She could almost hear a wince in is voice, her mouth full of his cock. She curled her lips in, trying to slide them between his cock and her teeth.

"Back and forth, Bree. And deeper." She nodded slightly as he rocked the flashlight in the same motion he wanted, the cock gently resisting the movement inside her mouth. She pulled back until just the tip of it touched her lips again, and pushed forward. She thought her mouth was filled before, but this time she pushed it until she felt it press against the back of her throat. Her eyes winced shut as she tried not to cough, pulling back and letting it slip out once more. She quickly looked back up at him, her slight fear still quivering in her eyes as she pushed forward once more.

"Ngh... good. Keep at it, Bree. Go deeper." She nodded slightly, eyes locked on darkness above her as her head bobbed slowly back and forth. Deeper. It went all the way back. But that was only half of it, maybe less...

"So, you get off getting naked at school, don't you Bree?" His cock deep in her when he said this, her eyes instantly flitted to panic as she froze, nervously shrugging.

Gruff, unphased, impatient, annoyed. He scoffed a laugh, and she nervously started bobbing. "Ha, of course you do, Bree. I'll bet your tight little pussy is just dripping wet right now, isn't it Bree?" She swallowed, the oddness of how that sensation changes with a mouthful of cock just adding to her nervousness, and shrugged again.

Another scoffing laugh. "You want me to check how wet your pussy is for you, Bree?" She shooke her head, the tip of the cock now just barely between her lips jiggling awkwardly with the motion.

"So, Bree, is your tight little pussy dripping wet right now?" She swallowed again, nodding at the question this time as she pushed forward, his cock sliding back to the back of her throat. Here she was, totally naked in the school, his cock in her mouth. Was there really any reason left to be shy about her hungry little pussy?

"Do you do this often, Bree?" She shook her head. The cock shook with her.

A snort of a laugh. "I mean, strip naked in the school at night, Bree, do you strip naked in the school at night often, Bree?" Another shake of head and cock as she bobbed slowly.

"I can tell you don't suck cock very often, do you, Bree?" Head and cock shook in unison.

"Is this the first cock you've sucked, or have you just been doing a terrible job up until now, Bree?" She paused her stroke, looking up, uncertain how to answer. He flicked his wrist, the light swinging up and behind her.

She pulled off his cock, murmuring. "This is my first time." She stared at the stiff flesh in front of her, shining now with her spit.

"You can call me Bill, Bree." Mr. Weatherby's cock seemed to pulse as he said it, as though the familiarity was pushing the boundaries even further than the act itself.

"Okay..." She murmured.

"'Okay, Bill,' Bree." It pulsed again when he said it.

"Okay, Bill." Her voice was still quiet and frail, but now it was because it was throaty as she realized her blood was pumping hard. It came out less as quiet, fearful whisper and more as breathless admission of something naughty. An admission that maybe she wasn't quite as scared as she ought to be. And, now, his cock pulsed when she said it too. Maybe the familiarity had an effect on both of them.

"First time sucking a cock, or first time touching one, Bree?" A hand reached down, fingers grazing her cheek. This was the first time he'd touched her, and it sent chills down her spine. But it wasn't fear, and the chills didn't stop at the bottom of her spine... she squirmed slightly.

"First time I've even seen one, like, in person... Bill." She tried achingly not to let it, but a grin cracked through as her eyes flitted up from the stiff cock waiting in front of her to the black darkness where his face was.

The flashlight flicked the other way now, down, toward his body. Her heart leapt, unexpectedly elated as her lips slipped quickly around the spit-slick cock in front of her, her head rocking faster now, no longer scared of what she was feeling.

"Mng... Do you like sucking my cock, Bree?" She nodded, aggressively, in rhythm with her speedy bobbing, his cock feeling tense as she did.

"Ughn... Does it make your tight little pussy all wet, Bree?" Another hungry nodded, the cock practically pulsing inside her.

His fingers reached down, gripping her hair, shoving her head harder against him, his cock pressing now past the back of her throat, down it. Her own pulsating pussy seemed to take over her brain, keeping her from **** as his cock rammed ever faster and deeper into her. She looked pleadingly up at him, and he scoffed down at her panic.

"Mng! No one has to know, Bree. No one has to know your tight little body is stripped bare in these halls, Bree. From those perky little tits to that taut little ass to your dripping wet little... mng... pussy... mng... Bree..." If this was all she had to do, she could bear it. Her eyes tried to smile an agreement to his deal.

"Good, I'm glad you like that, Bree, ugh, because all you have to do for me is, mng, swallow a mouthful whenever you come and play, ugh, Bree." A mouthful? She didn't understand, and her eyes, bouncing as faster as her head was against his cock, let him know.

"Right! Your first time! You don't know what's cumming next, do you, Bree?" She tried to shake her head, and she knew he could feel it as his cock rocked deep in her throat, even if her couldn't see it with his hand shoving his face harder than ever against him.

"Fu-uck!" He grunted, his hand tensing has he rammed his cock fully into her throat, her nose pressing roughly into the open zipper of his pants, her lips meeting warm cloth, his cock feeling harder and bigger than ever inside her.

And then it happened. He came.

If his cock felt big before, now it was growing, exploding, spraying hot, thick streams inside her. She couldn't take it any longer, finally gagging, ****, coughing, pushing away as the cock inside her kept twitching, each twitch met with a spurt of heat. As he pulled out of her throat, it filled her mouth, she could taste it, and it tasted like warmth. As she pulled free, coughing, it sprayed across her face, and she reached up to find hot, thick, white goo on her fingertips. Another splash across her chest this time, the cock dribbling a long, gooey string, seemingly finished as it twitched ever more mildly than before.

"I guess I could have given you more warning when I said 'swallow...' Sorry, Bree." She looked up, still coughing, the flashlight staring back. She nodded, pressing her lips closed, feeling the gooey white stuff on them as she choked down a swallow.

"Wait, did you just... Show me, Bree." She nodded, opening her mouth, the flashlight pointing in. "Wow, okay, good! So, that was cum. Did you like my cum, Bree?"

"Um... I guess..." She hesitated.

"Want some more, Bree?" The flashlight flicked down at the rapidly shrinking cock, still dribbling white goo nearly to the floor.

"Yes, um, yes, Bill, I think I would..." Her heart fluttered as she said it, struggling to her her grin to creep nervously back in after the sudden shock of him grabbing her. He didn't hurt her, it was just... surprising. And then it was very surprising!

She leaned in, slipping the tip of his cock into her mouth. It felt smaller now. She sucked noisily, trying to clean it off, her tongue searching around it, scrubbing it clean. It was thick and sticky and weird to swallow, but didn't hardly taste like anything. As she pulled away, the long hanging dribble was gone, and it felt it clinging to her now. His cock looked all clean of the white goo.

"Nicely done, Bree!" She rolled back onto her backside, holding herself up with her hands, realizing how sore her haunches felt from holding her up so long.

"Thank you, Bill!" She beamed up at the flashlight, letting her knees splay wide as the flashlight scanned her body. She glanced down. She could feel the goo on her face, and there was a big, thick splash of it on her left boob, right above her nipple. The long hanging dribble she'd taken from him at the end had apparently decided to pool down by her pussy, a white glob oozing between her lip and her thigh.

"That's a good look on you, Bree." She wasn't sure she disagreed.

"Thank you, Bill." She smirked.

"So, I will definitely let you go tonight, Bree, but if I see you again... Well, you know the deal now, don't you, Bree?" The flashlight shined in her face.

"Yes, Bill, I think I get it." She nodded, pantomiming a hearty swallow and proudly displaying an empty mouth after.

He turned, the bright light off her face for the first time in what felt like forever. He stepped into his office, the door shutting with a thud behind him as he sank into his chain and tapped at his laptop.

She sat for a moment, considering the subtle tickle of his cum still oozing down her. Familiar, but, not.

The she got up, wiping her face, his cum clinging messily to the back of her hand. It was still clinging there by the time she'd gathered up her clothes and wandered into the cafeteria.

She stared at the cum for a long moment. Then, she leaned down to the clumpy blob of goo on the back of her hand, and lapped it up. She felt it kind of melt against her tongue. Then she swallowed down his cum once more.

And she knew right then exactly how she felt about this deal.