Some Humiliation

I sighed contentedly as I slipped out of my gym clothes, sliding a hand into the waistband of my gym shorts. The cool air felt nice on my naked body as I stretched, working out the kinks from gym class. My body still glistened with a sheen of sweat and I’m sure I wasn’t exactly fragrant…or at least not in a pleasant way. I heard a soft moan of arousal behind me and looked to see Ms. Jen gently rubbing herself through her skirt at the site of my nude form

“Hey, you know the rules. No looking at my junk unless I give you express permission.”

“Y-yes sir.” She replied, looking at the floor, ashamed. My last class for the day had been gym, and rather than play whatever stupid sport they made everyone else play, I decided to just hit the weight room for the hour. Unfortunately, the A/C was broken so the temperature in the room was high, and I was sure I was rank at this point, I wasn’t super interested in showering in the men’s locker room, so I skipped out on it, heading to Ms. Jen’s former office to change instead. Suddenly I had an epiphany. “Hey, skank, how would you like to earn some more time looking at my cock? Hell, if you do a good job I might even let you touch it again.”

“Oh my god yes! Anything, Sir!” She was practically bouncing on her heels in anticipation.

“Ok then, I’m in need of a nice shower. Be a dear and take care of that.”

“Oh…you mean like help you in the locker room?” she asked, hesitantly.

“Nope, your tongue. Just lick all the sweat off my body I’ll make it worth your while.”

She slowly stood up and walked over to me. I lowered my jockey’s to the floor and threw them across the office, where they landed atop one of the “awards for teaching excellence she’d earned in the past, then I raised my arm over my head and she slowly lowered her face towards me.

“Make sure you get my pits real good.” I grinned as I grabbed the back of her head and rubbed her face against my foul-smelling arm pit. “God, its so pathetic that you’re so obsessed with my dick, you’re willing to debase yourself like this just to see it, just to touch it.”

“Yes John.” Her tongue glided over my armpit and down my side, cleaning off all the sweat and B.O. from the days activities. Despite the fact that this was going to let her see the object of her obsession, it didn’t make the act itself any less repulsive.

Ms. Jen made a slight gagging noise, and I could see the panic in her eyes and her throat convulsing as she fought back the nausea. She continued on my pits, chest and back for about 15 minutes before I directed her elsewhere.

“Hey, make sure you get under my balls and my ass crack real good. The A/C in the gym was busted so I worked up a major sweat while I was pumping iron.”

“Yes John.” She mumbled, sliding to her knees as I lifted my sac, her tongue sliding over my taint, the taste again causing her to gag slightly.

“Yea, I haven’t’ taken a shower in a few days. Too busy fucking bitches and being an alpha.” I said casually. “Oh, and make sure you get into my crack real good. I hate driving home with a sweaty ass crack.

As her tongue slid up my crack, she jerked back in disgust, making a retching noise. “HEY! No reward if you don’t finish the job!” I commanded, sternly. Taking a moment, she composed herself, before diving back in, attempting to show enthusiasm to make up for her misstep. I let her continue the rim job for a few minutes, until I felt a slight gurgling in my stomach. Grinning evilly, I waited until her tongue and mouth were directly over my asshole before letting out a monster fart I’d been holding in.

“UGH! ACK!” She fell back, gagging and retching, the semblance of control she had built gone. “John! Please, this is too much.”

“Oh c’mon Ms. Jen, can’t you take a joke?” I laugh, walking over to where she had fallen on the floor. Her eyes followed my cock even as she continues gagging. I grip my dick at the base and lightly slap her face with it a few times. Her gagging quickly gives way to happy giggles as my penis thwacks her on the face over and over again.

“You know, I don’t think my cock got cleaned. Why don’t you take care of that?”

“Yes sir! I can’t GLURK…” Her words were cut off when I shoved my dick down her throat. She quickly adapted and began lovingly sucking, her tongue swirling around the head. I pulled my chair around and sat, leaning back and enjoying the sensation of her mouth on my manhood. I glance down and notice her hand is slowly drifting between her legs, while she looks at me questioningly. “Go ahead, you can touch yourself.” Squealing with glee around my cock, her hand shot between her legs, rubbing furiously. I basked in the sensation of her mouth running up and down my shaft, her tongue swirling around my manhood each time, the slight constriction of her throat as she gagged when I was at my deepest. Before long, I could feel the pressure building. I grabbed the back of her head roughly.

“Don’t spill a drop, and don’t swallow.” I released a huge load of cum into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, but she managed to keep it all in. Ms. Jen looked up at me questioningly. Looking around the room, I saw her Stanley cup. Picking it up, I took the lid off, and dumped the water onto her head before handing it to her. “Here, empty it into this. You love the taste and using it as a sauce for your dinner is your favorite thing to do.”

Dribbling the cum into the cup, she smiled back at me. “Yes, I love it. I was going to have make pasta for dinner, and this will make the best white sauce.”

I put my shorts and shirt back on, and Ms. Jen’s face immediately fell. “No free shows. You need to earn it. But don’t worry, I have another surprise for you.”

“A surprise? What is it?”

“One second, let me grab it.” I had convinced her to let me use her car earlier today to run some errands, so I head out to the parking lot and grab a large box and a few bags. Returning to her office, she glances at the boxes curiously.

“What’s all this, John?”

“Well, you were telling me we needed a second desk in here, since I’m spending my free time here, so I decided to take care of it.”

“Awww, that’s awfully sweet of you, but isn’t that box a little small for an entire desk? Is there more in the car?

Grinning, I open the box revealing a Fisher Price play desk and a tiny pink toddler’s chair. Quickly setting them up, I place them in the corner. I pull a few boxes of crayons, safety scissors, construction paper and a few pages of child stickers out of the shopping bags, along with some toddler toys like building blocks, a shape sorting toy, and a few barbies. I artfully arrange everything as she looks on incredulously.

“What’s all this, John?”

“Its your new desk. I don’t want to share the other workspace so I figured I’d be the bigger person and get you a brand new one.”

She skeptically examines the little plastic desk. “I…I appreciate it, but are you sure this is appropriate for me? I mean, how am I supposed to conduct office hours with students or get my work done on this?”

“Hey, this was your idea! You told me because of how pathetic it was you lusted constantly after a student’s cock, and how silly you felt being so obviously less intelligent and inferior to me that you didn’t feel comfortable sitting in a normal chair or using a normal desk.”

Her face immediately reddens in embarrassment as she “remembers” telling me that.

“Oh yea…I guess I did say that.”

“And you were complaining that you have trouble focusing on grading papers for long periods, so I got you those toys you were telling me you like to use to unwind.”

“Oh yea, I do love those things. Its so relaxing to just let your mind wander as you fiddle with them, almost like a fidget spinner or something.”

“Go on, try it out.”

Ms. Jen sits down tentatively and pulls out a stack of essays from her students that needed grading. From the length, I guessed they were probably from one of her AP classes. I stifled a chuckle as she pulls out a crayon and began grading it. As she finished up grading the paper, she took a big “GOOD JOB” sticker and placed it on the top of the front page.

After watching her repeat this a few times, I became bored. “Hey, Ms. Jen, how would you like to earn the opportunity to do whatever you want with my dick?”

She glanced up, a hopeful look on her face. “Really? Do you mean that?”

I nod. “Of course. All you need to do is solve that little game there on your desk.” I gesture at the shape sorting toddler toy.

Her face lights up. “That’s all?”

“Yep. Of course, I know you’ve never been able to solve that before, and its doubtful you ever will.”

Her face immediately fell. “Well…I’m sure I’ll do better this time.” She hesitantly picked it up, and grabbed the triangle shape block. I watched for several minutes as she struggled to find a hole it fit into before ultimately failing, dropping the toy on her desk and pouting at me.

“John! This isn’t fair! You gave me a test that’s too hard!”

We were interrupted when the door swung open and in strode Principal Katie Zara, a vision of authority and grace. She had the sort of presence that drew every eye when she entered a room.

Her tight, form-fitting business outfit accented her curvy frame, clinging to her every contour, while still remaining professional. The knee length skirt only highlighter her long, muscular legs, which seemed to go on forever, striding confidently as she stepped further into the room.

As her sharp, piercing eyes swept across the room, I could almost feel the weight of her gaze upon me. This was a woman who inspired fear and awe in every student and all of the faculty in the school.

She took in the scene before her. Her eyes flitted across me sitting at Ms. Jen’s former desk, onto my jockey’s and gym clothes scattered about the room, Ms. Jen’s still wet hair, and the fact that she was sitting at a toddler toy desk and fiddling with a baby toy. Taking a deep breath, she finally spoke. “John Doe…why are you sitting at Ms. Jen’s desk? And Ms. Jen, why are you playing with a child’s toy? And most importantly, why are their underwear and gym clothes scattered about the office. Her tone was harsh, and she clearly expected an immediate answer.

“Oh, you gave me permission to use whatever room I wanted as a locker room, assuming the teacher gave me permission. And clearly Ms. Jen has given me permission, so there’s no reason to worry about it. Just continue with whatever brought you here.”

“Ah yes, I remember now. Thank you for reminding me. Anyway, Ms. Jen, I wanted to confirm some details about the debate club’s next competition and….” She trailed off as she glanced down at the toddler desk and saw the student essays with crayon smeared across them. “Are you…grading papers in crayon? What is going on here?”

“Principal Zara,” I interjected, “You and I both know that you only hired Ms. Jen because of sexual favors, so this isn’t unexpected of her.”

Both of them immediately went scarlet with shame. Clearing her throat, Principal Zara spoke up again. *AHEM* “Yes…well, be that as it may, I still expect a certain level of professionalism out of my teachers. And further, how did you find out about that…incident? I expect your full discretion about that little…lapse of judgement that both of us had during her hiring interview. I would prefer my family not find out about that.”

“Ah, I see. That explains why you didn’t give Ms. Jen your customary greeting of a hard smack on the ass followed by several minutes of sloppy kissing, whenever you’re alone. You don’t mind that I’m here and in fact are happy you have someone to confide in about your affair. Feel free to do that now.”

Nodding firmly, Principal Zara pulled her hand back, bringing it down with a sharp crack upon Ms. Jen’s pert bottom, causing her to jump. “Thank you for understanding.” She said, before the two women found themselves in a passionate embrace, their tongues roughly exploring each other’s mouth, saliva dripping out and onto the cleavage of both busty women.

“I bet you have been trying to find a way to break the news to your family, and since you just found out I know about the affair, you have decided that, because you trust me implicitly, to invite me home with you tonight to help you let your family know the news.”

Breaking away from Ms. Jen, Principal Zara glanced over to me. “It's like you can read my mind. Would you mind? I could absolutely use the help. I don’t want to break up my marriage, but I think it's only fair that my family knows what has been going on.”

“Of course. Let's head to your car and go now.”

Walking through the empty school halls, I placed a hand on Principal Zara’s ass. Immediately her face lit up with rage, and she slapped my hand away. “EXCUSE ME?! How dare you take liberties like this?! Just because I trust you doesn’t mean you’re allowed to touch me!”

“Calm down Principal Zara. I was just steadying you, and you think that it’s a very polite thing for me to do.”

Her rage immediately melted into embarrassment over her outburst. “Of course. How silly of me. Thank you for helping, here feel free to continue.” She grabbed my hand and placed it back on her bottom as we resumed walking to her car.

As we climbed into her Honda Civic, I glanced over at her in the passenger seat. “You hate wearing bra’s and the first thing you do when you get in your car is take it off and air out your tits.”

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the bra now clearly causing her a degree of discomfort. “Of course…you don’t mind…? She looked at me questioning. I nodded in approval, and she unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled her bra off, revealing a magnificent pair of F-cup tits. I admired their bounce as she stretched, clearly happy to be free of the constricting bra. After about a minute she slipped her blouse back on, but only bothered with the bottom few buttons, and then started her car.

“Now, on the drive to your home, you want to tell me all about your family so we can figure out how we’re going to approach this…” I said, grinning evilly.