Class eventually ends and you're safe.

Trapped as you are under Prof. Torres desk with her foot stuck in your mouth, cock in a cage and a vibrating buttplug up your ass, it's understandable that you can't really keep track of the events around you.

Your fate is essentially in the perfectly manicured hands of your petite professor. As such, you focus on her foot lodged in your mouth. Trying not to gag and make more sound, fearing discovery, you begin using your tongue to carefully lick the sole of her feet. Using your hands you caress her extended leg and start to gingerly pull and push her foot in and out of your mouth. Before long Prof. Torres catches on to your intention and is soon fucking your face with her foot, her toes going deeper in your mouth with each thrust.

As the afternoon drags on and class continues unabated Prof. Torres doesn't waver in the slightest. No one would ever guess that while teaching her current lesson she is facefucking a student with her foot, such is the quality of her composure. Not that you notice any of those things, busy as you are deepthroating her foot, droll running down your chins.

The buttplug picks up the pace as you settle into a good rhythm with Prof. Torres, slamming her foot in and out of your mouth. Every time you think it can't go any faster it begins to vibrate even faster as Prof. Torres turns it up another notch. The combined sensations of submissive ecstasy and furious vibrations against your prostate keeps your cock straining against its cage. It isn't long before you start cumming, cum dripping out of your cock you like a broken fire hose and you soon find yourself lying in a sticky puddle of your own semen.

Your debasement at the feet of Prof. Torres continues as the class carries on. Losing yourself to Prof. Torres control you're rather surprised when she pulls her foot out of your mouth with a soft pop. Moaning in disappointment despite yourself you immediately freeze, remembering where you are.

The chuckle of Prof. Torres puts you at ease however. "Not to worry ****.." You notice her rolling her chair back slightly, allowing you a greater range of movement. "..class let out a while ago but you were so focused that I didn't want to interrupt you.." She comes into view, crouching down, looking underneath the desk at you. Her features that of the cat that got the canary. "..you were so into it, so I graded some papers in the meantime."

She gestures for you to crawl out in front of her and you gingerly obey, your body stiff from lying still under her desk for hours. Prof. Torres pulls you up, grip firm on your **** collar. "You were very good today ****.." Her face inches from yours, her breath warm against her face and her smiling eyes staring into yours. "..and good slaves get rewards."

With that her lips lock onto yours, her tongue an invading army in your mouth, claiming it for her own. You go limp in her arms as she takes you, her hands roaming your body, her tongue conquering your mouth and you are content to surrender.

When she lets you go you collapse like a puppet with its strings cut. Prof. Torres laughter is full of mirth at your obvious submission. "Ah, ****, I knew as soon as I saw you in my class that I would have you on your knees before me before the term was out.." You meet her smile with a dazed one of your own. "..it seems I was right.." her smile turns slightly predatory, incisors showing. "..now clean up the mess you made, with your tongue, and then we'll go back to my place for round two."

Her eyes burning like coal in her sockets you hasten to obey, licking up every speck of your semen with your tongue, leaving the floor sparkling. Later you find yourself riding shotgun in Prof. Torres car, still in the buff, back to her place for round two..