Class with Taylor

Unfortunately for you, Taylor shares your next class. Both of you normally sit at the back. The moment you walk in, she gives you a flirty wink. The teacher is droning on, eyes down, reading from the textbook on her desk. You are all expected to be listening but almost no one is. Taylor gets up from her desk and walks over to yours.

"Hey, sweet thing. Get up."

You stagger to your feet. She walks into you, pushing you back until you're pressed up against the wall. She leans into you and whispers into your ear.

"You smell good, Marcus. Know why?"

You shake your head.

"Cause you smell like a bitch."

She rips the shirt off your thin, pale body and gropes your bare chest. She's only a head taller than you but she seems to tower over you.

"Mmm, you look like one too..."

You've started to attract some attention from the other students. The teacher notices that people are starting to turn their heads and she sees the two of you.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Taylor whips back her long blonde ponytail and says, "Sorry miss, I forgot to tell you. We're roleplaying for Drama. Ms Garcia told us to keep it up even outside of her class."

"Hmm, all right. As long as you're listening to what I'm saying. Just don't be too loud."

"You hear that, bitch?" Taylor smirks. "Keep it down. The only person who wants to hear you whimpering right now is me."

You dare not look at Taylor directly. Even though she's already stripped you to the waist, your body feels warmer than when you were fully clothed. She keeps touching you, rubbing her hands across torso. She's not gentle. Each touch makes you flinch.

"Don't be so rough..."

"Oh? So, you are okay with me touching you? Just not so hard?"

She's toying with you. You're reminded of what Ms Garcia said. This is a "game" to get you in the proper mindset for the play, right?

'In that case,' you wonder, 'what would my character do...'

You take the initiative and instead of shrinking from Taylor, you reach out and wrap your arms around her. Leaning forward, your head finds itself pressing against her black, slashed crop top. You snuggle against her full breasts and summon up your best country boy accent.

"Ah've always had to rely on the kindness of strangers."

Taylor freezes and takes a moment to process this. Then she clamps her palms down on your buttcheeks and nibbles on your ear.

She whispers, "Now you're getting the idea. This place is a jungle and you need protection from the baddest bitch in here. That's where I come in."

She presses through the fabric of your pants into your ass. Hard. You groan into her chest.

"Show me how badly you need me, Marcus. Get on your knees, take out my cock and blow me."

"Yes, I -- wait, what? Taylor, you can't just tell me to blow you!"

"Ahaha! Oh my god! Marcus, have you even read the script? You're going to be doing a lot more than that in the play. This is just a small part from act one. Now hurry up and get on your knees."

"W-Wait! The school play has live sex?"

"Always," smirks Taylor as she pushes you to your knees and starts opening up her ripped jeans.

Your eyes fill with fear at this news. What had you signed up for? You look to the rest of the class but the growing number of students watching the two of you are all too happy to keep watching and see how things play out. The teacher doesn't seem to know or care and is still reading aloud how mitosis works.

"Taylor, stop! We're in class! Stop - mmph - Stop rubbing my face - ngh - With your dick. Everyone's go--MMPH"

You had been about to say, 'Everyone's going to see us', but the moment your mouth goes to the shape of an O, Taylor takes the opportunity to **** her length inside. Every student in the class does see you, on your knees, pressed up against the back wall of the classroom fellating the bad girl's cock. Taylor gasps and cups her large breasts through her black top. The teacher finally hears the noise coming from the two of you and walks over, carrying her textbook. Taylor gives the teach a toothy grin as she treats your mouth like a wall-mounted fuckhole. You reach out with your hand, but instead of taking it and helping you up, the teacher grabs you by your hair and pulls you off Taylor's dick.

"Marcus! What did I just say mitosis is?"

Why is she quizzing you when your face is centimetres away from another girl's cock?

"C-Cell division? Ma'am, Taylor is -- GMPH"

"Very good," says the teacher as she drags you back onto Taylor's shaft. "Just making sure you're paying attention. Keep up the good work."

You've been left to the mercy of Taylor, and she only speeds up. It gets hard to focus because of how rapidly she slams your head back and forth. You'd gag from the dizziness alone but now there's massive dick **** you as well. Suddenly your head stops spinning -- because Taylor has mashed it into her crotch. Your whole throat has been impaled and you feel her length buck and quiver inside of you. She's cumming. Her tip is so far down inside of you you can't even taste the cum, but you know where it's going and what she's made you into.

"That's it... Marcus... My bitch..."

The teacher is reminding everyone of their homework and what books they need next week. You're on the floor coughing because Taylor just made you into her own jizz toilet. Her words are still playing over and over in your mind. You have to do this onstage? ... And there's more?