"...clean up."

"...clean up this mess," said John.

Stephanie looked down at her cum-smeared belly, and the pool of jizz collecting on the desk between her legs. "With what?" she asked.

"Well, Stephanie, I've always thought you were a bright student. Be resourceful!" He walked back to his desk, sat down and put his feet up.

Stephanie realised what was expceted of her. She started down at her white belly, sighed submissively and then wiped her cupped hand up it. a small pool of cum collected in her hand, and she looked round for somewhere to deposit it. John looked impassively at her. Slowly, she brought her hand up to her mouth. Tentatively, she poked her tongue out, and dipped it in the puddle of John's jizz. A strong, salty taste rocked her mouth, and she retched slightly. John didn't respond, and Stephanie knew that the only way out of this with a guarantee of his silence would be to throw herself into the cleanup. "Like pulling off a plaster," she thought. "Gotta do it quickly."

She buried her face in her hand, fighting back the urge to pull away. After the initial revulsion however, she started to quite enjoy the taste. Her left hand reached down again, grabbed another handful of cum and munched on it. the next handful scooped into her pussy and she let out an involuntary sigh. This mouthful had a tang of her own pussy juices in itm, and she realised how wet she had become by submitting herself fully to her teacher's whims.

John's cock stirred. He pulled it out and started mastubating distractedly while he watched Stephanie at work. The real focus of his thoughts, however, was on developing ground rules for their little arrangement. He grabbed a pen from his desk and scribbled down a couple of ideas.

Stephanie had meanwhile cleared her body of John's seed. Her belly and chin were smeared with dry cum, but only a shower would fix that. She stood up, bent over the desk and started to lick the remaining cum off the wooden surface. She was surprised at her willingness to throw herself into the task, and thought that an hour ago she would never have dreamed of licking her desk clean. Now, however, her thoughts were focussed on one thing: pleasing Mr Doe. It turned her on to think of the power he had over her.

John stood up and walked over to her. He held his now hard cock in one hand, and a pad in the other. Without prompting, Stephanie turned around and licked his member clean. John grunted with pleasure, and patted her on the head. "Good whore," he said. Stephanie smiled earnestly.

"Now then," he added as she stood up. He threw the pad on the now-clean desk, put his penis away and walked over to his desk to grab Stephanie's clothes. "You've earned these back, but before you go I've been working out the finer points of our new arrangement.