They Plot - And Then We Break For A Surprise Blowjob

Raenice didn't waste any time after her intense climax. Within minutes, she was down on her knees on the dusty floor once again, completely unbothered by her nakedness or the gritty concrete. She looked up at Michael with eyes full of pure, adoring loyalty and began giving him a deeply loving, incredibly sloppy blowjob, cleaning his length of her juices. She swirled her tongue around his shaft and took him deep into her throat, the wet, messy sounds echoing softly in the cramped room as she enthusiastically hummed against his length.

Michael leaned back against a stack of old AV equipment boxes, running his fingers through her hair as she worked. He glanced down at the ring resting on his finger, his mind already spinning with plans for expansion.

"Hey, Raenice," Michael said, tapping her cheek gently to get her attention.

Raenice pulled back with a soft, wet pop, looking up at him breathlessly, a trail of saliva glistening on her chin. "Yes, Michael?" she purred, entirely eager to please her new boyfriend and master.

"When do the canoe team girls, Riri and Hanika, go to train?" Michael asked, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. "As the student council president, I know you had to approve their off-campus athletic permits."

Raenice’s eyes lit up, a wicked, knowing grin spreading across her face. She instantly understood what he wanted, and as his main girl, she was thrilled to help him claim his next targets.

"They train at the Oakridge Reservoir, just a few miles down the road," Raenice said, her voice dripping with anticipation. "They practice their sprint drills out on the water every Tuesday and Thursday right after the final bell. Since it's a secluded county spot, they're usually completely alone out there."

She stood up on her knees, leaning forward to press a sweet, lingering kiss to his lips, tasting herself on him.

“You can head over there right after school to get them.” Raenice whispered against his mouth, smoothing her hands over his chest. "I have a quick council meeting to dismiss, but I promise I'll meet you right at the reservoir dock the second I'm done. I want to watch you break them."

“Looking forward to it.” Michael grinned.

After cleaning up and getting dressed, Michael headed back up the basement stairs and slipped into his morning classroom, taking a seat all the way in the back row where he could fly under the radar. He pulled out his notebook and leaned back, expecting a standard, mundane lecture.

Instead, he was greeted by a thrilling surprise.

A few minutes into the lesson, while the teacher was busy writing algebraic formulas on the whiteboard, a soft hand gently brushed against Michael's knee. He looked down to see Jaime, the elegant French girl, stealthily crawling underneath his desk. Because she was now under the ring's absolute sex slave command, it was normal for her to seek out her master's cock at any given opportunity - in this case completely disregarding the risk of a crowded classroom. Luckily, everyone was on their phones anyway, and they were at the back.

Silently and efficiently, Jaime unzipped his pants. She looked up at him through the shadows beneath the desk, her eyes wide, vacant, and completely devoted. Without a single sound, she parted her lips and slid his rock-hard length deep into her mouth.

Michael gasped silently, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edges of his plastic desk. The sensation was immediate and intense. Jaime worked with an incredibly quiet but strong devotion, her tongue swirling around the tip while she carefully bobbed her head up and down. Every time the teacher turned around to face the class, Michael had to lock his jaw, staring dead ahead and biting the inside of his cheek to keep from letting out a loud groan of pleasure.

Under the desk, Jaime was relentless, her soft hands massaging his thighs to keep him steady. Somehow, through sheer willpower and a lot of shallow breathing, Michael managed to endure the high-risk stimulation for the rest of the period without drawing a single eye from the rest of the oblivious students.

When the final bell rang, Jaime quietly zipped him back up, gave his knee a loving squeeze, and slipped out from under the desk, blending seamlessly back into the departing crowd of students as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Flushed but thoroughly satisfied, Michael packed up his things and skipped the rest of the school day. He walked out the main doors and headed straight for the Oakridge Reservoir, eager to meet up with Raenice and track down his next two athletic targets.