There isn't much time to clean up so you hastily grab some clothes and leave for school.

You look at the slob lying spread-eagle in Sue's bed and decide it may be best to actually attend school today. You pull out the uniform from Sue's closet and hastily dress - leaving no regard for a bra or panties.

As you open the front door, you see a gruff man smoking on the porch.

"Wanna cig, hun?" He asks.

"No, I don't smoke," you reply, out of habit.

"I seen ya do worse things to that body of yours hun, what's a little cigarette?"

His point is reasonable, you think.

"Alright, toss me one."

"Okay, hun. But ya gotta do me a favour first..." He says undoing his zipper, releasing a modest sized cock.

You lick the tip of his knob before forcing it deep into your throat. After about a minute he begins to cum inside your mouth and you cough, spilling some of the cum onto the top of your uniform.

"Shit." You say while you try to wipe it off chest but you only manage to make the cum stain more noticeable, "I'll have the cigarette now, thanks."

"Fuck, you deserve it!" He says, handing you the entire pack.

***

You walk up to the school doors and flick the cigarette away, while students nearby stare at the hot mess before them. While trying to remember Sue's first class, your hand absentmindedly caresses your breast.

"That's right!" you whisper to yourself, "it's Mlle. Proust, the french teacher."

You make your way to the french room slightly late and take the empty seat in the middle of the class.

"Vous êtes assez tard, Sue. You are quite late." Mlle. Proust exclaims, "Did you have a rough night?"

The class stifles their giggles.

You look up at this "Mlle. Proust" and notice that she is absolutely stunning. She's wearing a modest black dress that compliments her slim figure and tight ass. She has mid-length brunette hair that spills down onto her D-cup breasts. Looking at her gentle heart-shaped face, she must be in her late twenties.

Blushing, you notice yourself getting wet, soaking the back of your skirt.

"Yeah, you could say that..." You say looking down at the now ambiguous stain on your chest.