Billy tried to study

Billy made his way home, simultaneously ashamed and oddly horny from his unexpected day at school.

God… That was so fucking hot. He never would have imagined something like it could even happen, yet it had. And it was glorious.

In a moment of anger, his Spanish teacher had pulled his face into her chest… And he’d fallen asleep. Smothered **** by a busty, irritated Latina. He’d been out cold. She had decided to take control, and as a result, had utterly slept him in record time.

Getting knocked out by someone like Senorita Valeria was just about as humiliating as it gets. Billy had always used her class as an opportunity to goof off, and she had never liked him. Their arguments and Billy’s sarcastic remarks were the only thing worth focusing on in that class. But for her to actually physically dominate him… To switch up their power dynamic like that… It was a little intoxicating.

He was the school’s boxing champion. Their premier athlete, their combat legend. And that untrained bitch had knocked him out with her chest. She’d put him to sleep. With prompting, without planning - she had simply decided to take it from him. And just like that, he was **** at his desk.

The first thing he did when he got home was go to his room. True to Valeria’s commands, Billy began doing something he had never bothered to do before - actually studying Spanish, opening notebooks and trying to cram for the next test. Knowing that, if he didn’t get a good enough grade, his busty teacher had promised she would knock him out again. That she would take him into her big, soft tits, and lull him to sleep… The ultimate humiliation.

But Billy was finding that a part of him hoped he would fail. It was kind of hot, getting dommed by someone like Valeria… Someone who did not like him at all. Having to submit, because she decided to take control. Being **** to study was a kind of submission he hadn’t expected, but it was his one way to try and stop her. To get a good enough grade to prevent her impending domination. A domination that he would be ashamed to hand over to her, yes, but one that he would no doubt enjoy on some level. Maybe he shouldn’t even bother studying, and let whatever happens, happen? Would that be so bad…?

…

Then again… Wouldn’t it be much hotter to try his hardest, and still fail? Still get knocked out by his busty teacher? If Billy didn’t bother trying to stop her, then her win would feel… Less real. Less earned. And a part of Billy wanted her to earn it. Wanted his snappy Spanish teacher to receive his best efforts, laugh at them, and put him to sleep right afterwards.

Another part of him didn’t want to get knocked out at all. This was ridiculous, and it was getting out of hand. Bianca was bad enough - Amelia even worse - and now this? No. He’d pass her test, and he done with it. Or even if he didn’t pass, so what? He wasn’t just going to sit there and let her knock him out. Smug as she was after this last time, she wouldn’t be able to repeat it if he didn’t let her. Passed test or not.

With these thoughts bouncing around in his head, it was hard to decide just how seriously he should be taking this studying. Don’t try, just get smothered. Try, it’ll be even hotter when it’s not enough. Try, don’t let that bitch steal your pride from you. Don’t try, and don’t let her knock you out, you’re just doing what she wants.

And those thoughts continued to dance around his confused, aroused brain long into the night…