Something that Suzanne will surely not like

"Did you know that our friendly custodian, Bill has been sending around photos of you in the staff e-mail, Ms. Nashwood?"

Suzanne was granted a moment of relief from being face-fucked so she could answer. The news didn't surprise Suzanne, but she hadn't been included in the group that received the photos. "No, Mr. -"

Her reply was cut off "And what do you suppose those photos showed that you were doing to all of your friends and colleagues?"

The pretty black fucktoy and teacher knew exactly what Bill had taken pictures of. "I... maybe... I think they might have been pictures of me holding... semen in my mouth." The words stumbled out of Suzanne's mouth awkwardly. As humiliated as she was, it still felt strange to say out loud what she had been doing less than a half hour before.

Suzanne was still laying on her desk. The students had mostly backed off from molesting her except for the blonde cheerleader Kelly, who had moved from tormenting Suzanne's tits to going between her legs, studying and occasionally probing her wet pussy.

"You're right! Holding a nice load of cum in your mouth and, something else. Tell the class what else Bill might have sent out pictures of, Ms. Nashwood."

For a moment Suzanne's mind blanked on what Carl meant until she realized, "He might have sent pictures of me with my mouth open and... no semen in it."

"What happened to all that cum Mr. Bill put in your mouth?"

"... I swallowed it. I mean, I -ooh," Kelly had moved from occasionally playing with her pussy to giving it a long, wet kiss, "I-I swallowed his semen, sir." Suzanne noted that Carl's attention was divided, as he was giving one of the girls the video recorder he had brought in to the room and whispering some instructions to her, pointing at a few buttons on the camera.

Another question "And did you enjoy it when you swallowed our friendly custodian's semen, Ms. Nashwood?"

Carl's attention was again fully on her. He was looking right into Suzanne's face, a slightly surreal scene as the tight-bodied young cheerleader was still manipulating Suzanne's sex with her delicate fingers.

Suzanne had an idea where this was going, with the recorder and the questions she would almost surely be swallowing the cum of the boys in the classroom regardless of her answer. The truth was that she hated the taste of semen and she used to gag or even puke before she got used to swallowing the nasty stuff, in another life long ago. She might have told the truth if she wasn't so abused and distracted, if only to make Carl's reply longer and stall for time.

As it stood Suzanne defaulted to trying to please her white masters. "Yes, I liked swallowing his semen ahh, ahh-"

Kelly again planted a long, tongue-filled kiss right on her teacher's frustrated pussy, Suzanne's trembling hand grabbed the girl's head pressing it up against her pussy and she bucked her hips,"-Fuck! Fucking monkeys love swallowing cum!" Suzanne blurted, losing control with the day's events and pleasing the white crowd.

The male students in the room erupted into laughter and high fives. Suzanne lifted her head to look at Kelly. The pretty blonde was looking right back at Suzanne, propped up on one elbow, smirking and now lightly tapping the older woman's clit at a slow rhythm. She had withdrawn from making out with Suzanne's pussy just before Suzanne achieved orgasm.

Carl had a chuckle himself. "That's good to hear Suzanne, Ms. Nashwood. You see, I didn't just go to get a camera." He put a funnel on a nearby desk.

Suzanne had already resigned herself to swallowing the loads of all the males in the classroom so she didn't become any more alarmed. One of the boys had been kind enough to already ejaculate into a girl's hand not long ago, and although the 18 year old boys could almost surely go for at least two rounds his would be lessened. The funnel might actually help her avoid the taste, and some would be left on the plastic rather than entering her mouth. It was a humiliating device, but wouldn't necessarily make her experience worse.

So Suzanne wasn't all that much more concerned until Carl plopped down a final item next to the funnel: A large vacuum-sealed jar filled entirely with a goopy yellow-white substance.

"Nooo," Suzanne said softly, then a little louder, "No-no-no-no-no" Panic started rising in her throat and she began propping herself up. Two of the boys quickly came over and firmly held their teacher's shoulders. Suzanne didn't struggle wildly but she continued resisting being put back down. Carl quickly grabbed a nearby ruler and slapped one of her tits with it, the thin piece of wood clanged against her new piercing and Suzanne briefly saw stars as her chest flooded with pain. She was slowly pushed back into place.

"You were doing so well, Ms. Nashwood. Let's understand each other: you are swallowing every bit of this rancid gathering of semen because I want you to. Because your students want you to. Because you are a stupid, ugly, cum-swallowing nigger gorilla bitch and most of all because I will slap the shit out of your brown cow udders until this fucking ruler breaks over them and I have to get another and another until you do as you are told. Are. We. Understood?"

Suzanne slumped back down to a laying position on her desk, her panic and her strength gone. The camera was rolling, its cold gaze on her, still held by Carl's female helper. Suzanne turned her gaze directly into the lens "Yes Mr. Johnson. I apologize. I'm a stupid nigger. I'll swallow whatever I am given."

Carl's cruel smile returned, breaking up his stony gaze. He handed the ruler to the remaining girl, a pretty dark-haired emo girl named Ellie "Don't be afraid to use this, sweetheart." Carl told her, then turned his attention to the blonde cheerleader, Kelly.

"Kelly has been playing very nicely with you," Carl said, briefly squeezing her tight ass. "I think you owe her something, don't you Ms. Nashwood?"

"Y-yes" Suzanne said, turning her head towards her pretty tormentor. "Thank you Kelly. Y-you made my black pussy feel... I liked what you did very much."

Kelly moved close to her teacher's face, her fingers tracing down Suzanne's firm black body until they rested on Suzanne's stomach, just above her pubic area. "Would you like me to help you get through this, Ms. Nashwood? If you beg, I think I could give you what you want."

The world slowed for a moment. The beautiful white face that filled the space in front of her, with soft pink lips, would be welcome in almost anyone's fantasy, man or woman. Kelly's skilled fingers rested tantalizingly close to the black teacher's sex that had been teased so much, and denied release. For just a second Suzanne forgot about her impending trial and just wanted, needed the fit cheerleader to give her the expert attention she had displayed earlier.

"Please, Miss Kelly," Kelly's hand strayed a fraction closer to Suzanne's throbbing vagina, every millimeter feeling electric to the poor, abused teacher, "Would you please help my hole feel good again?" With every word Kelly's hand, firmly pressed against the black woman's sensitive flesh, crept slowly closer to- "I don't deserve a beautiful white girl like you even looking at me but I want it so much. Fuck! I'll be your pet," Kelly's fingers rested right above her teacher's clit now, out of sight the camera was capturing Suzanne's breaking for the much younger woman, but, in Suzanne's mind that was all forgotten, "I'll be your fucking pet nigger, Kelly. Please, let me feel your pretty tongue between my pussy lips again, please, Kelly." By the end she was whimpering, truly begging. Kelly's fingers had begun pressing down on the black woman's button, driving Suzanne's words on as though she was possessed.

"Good girl," Whispered the blonde teenager, her face mere inches from Suzanne's, and she stroked the black woman's hair almost tenderly. The spell was broken and Kelly moved to position herself between Suzanne's legs. She hadn't lied. Meanwhile Carl parted Suzanne's plump lips and the funnel unceremoniously entered Suzanne's mouth, the spout on her tongue and where it widened it rested on her white teeth.

"Now, Ms. Nashwood, Ellie here is going to stand by and keep you true to your word. Me and the boys, here, are going to add our share to the funnel. And, Ms. Nashwood? However unpleasant you might think this is, remember that we can always make it worse, so be a good nigger, yes?

Suzanne nodded slightly, grunting her acquiescence through the funnel with a humiliating "oog iggr."

Kelly gently raised her teacher's long, smooth black legs, bending her knees towards her shoulders so that the girl might be able to better access Suzanne's groomed pussy. She was bent over the desk with her tongue gently starting on Suzanne's lips when one boy, without asking, took advantage of Kelly's positioning to move behind the fit little cheerleader and entered her tight, shaved pussy.

Ellie, the dark-haired girl with well-pierced ears, had one hand down her pants and one hand tweaking Suzanne's sensitive fresh-pierced breasts, curiously manipulating the safety pins and occasionally picking up the ruler she kept nearby to give the pins a small rap. Although uncomfortable Suzanne was well aware that the girl was prepared to do far worse.

On the opposite side of Ellie, Suzanne felt a boy guide her free hand to his cock, which Suzanne started pumping slowly and expertly.

Carl had meanwhile opened up the jar of goop. The foul smell hit Suzanne's nostrils. He stood by her head, stroking himself with one hand. His camera-wielding protege stood close by, seemingly intent only on getting the best shots possible.

"When you boys are ready, add yours to the jar." Carl said. "I hope you're ready, Ms. Nashwood."

Carl slowly started to pour the mixture of a thousand different cumshots into the funnel. He didn't do it all at once, but dipped the jar down, then up, pouring only a bit at a time. The stuff creeped down the funnel, making its slow journey into the mouth of the abused black professional.

Suzanne nearly screamed when it finally hit her tongue, but she held in her scream and her gag reflex, trying to concentrate on anything but the rancid taste. She found some solace in her sexual activities, the pleasure of Kelly slowly working her vagina, keeping up her masturbation of the boy in her right hand, and even stinging pain of Ellie tormenting her injured breasts.

Her throat muscles went to work, swallowing it bit by bit. She locked eyes with Carl, then with the camera which got a beautiful shot of Suzanne staring directly into the lens while the muscles of her throat were clearly working the load after load of semen disappearing into the funnel.

"You might have noticed that some of this semen is quite old, Ms. Nashwood." Carl stopped pouring for a moment in order to let his words sink in. "This jar is vacuum sealed to preserve freshness as best as we were able, but since we only had the boys in this room, myself, and Bill to work with it took some time to prepare this. I don't imagine that aging is something that improves the taste of semen, Ms. Nashwood, but someone that has professed her love of cum as much and as loudly as we have heard you say here today should still enjoy this quite a bit, hmm? Besides we've got some fresh stuff coming in. Ah, no pun intended."

Suzanne could feel that the boy she had been masturbating had left her hand to add his most recent ejaculation to the jar. Her hand lay idle for only a moment, as his was penis soon replaced by a much smaller cock which Suzanne began working immediately. For a brief moment, Carl stopped pouring in order to gather the new influx from the boy she had jerked off.

With the new load added, Carl began pouring the mixture again. Suzanne realized with horror that she had only made a small dent in the total amount of semen she would have to **** down. This time Carl went a little faster, and Suzanne worked desperately to swallow the disgusting stuff. She lost rhythm and coughed, the stuff shot right out from her nose to her chin. Suzanne worked desperately to regain her focus as Carl stopped his steady pouring for a moment.

"You're lucky that Kelly's partner is ready to add his, Ms. Nashwood." Carl said. "You WILL get all this semen to stay down your throat, understood? Coughing or puking won't save you... speaking of which, Ellie? Would you be so kind as to help your teacher with her meal?"

Ellie grimaced slightly and grabbed her ruler, obviously not wanting to touch the mixture of saliva, snot, and aged semen that had shot out of Suzanne's nose. She began using the brass edge of the ruler to scrape the icky mess that she was unwilling to even touch straight into Suzanne's mouth for a second attempt at getting down. Wiping the ruler on Suzanne's lips, she gave her teacher a good smack on the tits, appearing to gain satisfaction from the sharp, muffled scream she got out of the abused woman.

A second boy had meanwhile lined up behind Kelly's tight, used pussy but the young girl didn't miss a beat. "Uggh, Ellie, Frank, could you please hold this bitch's legs up? I'm never going to get at this cunt if she keeps dropping her legs down." The small-dicked boy Suzanne was masturbating grabbed one of Suzanne's legs at the knee, and Ellie grabbed the other, helping expose Suzanne's dark pussy and ass to Kelly's administrations.

Ellie guided Suzanne's formerly unused hand to her shaved teenage pussy to take the place of her hand that was now occupied keeping Suzanne's leg raised. "Make me cum, whore, or it's the ruler for you" Ellie threatened softly.

Suzanne began working both Frank and Ellie, her hands enjoying the sensation of a teen cock in one and a smooth teen pussy in the other. Kelly meanwhile had returned to Suzanne's pussy with renewed vigor and, just as Suzanne almost began enjoying the flood of sexual sensation her mouth was again flooded with cum, most of it old, some of it very new.

Carl's hand began gently stroking her hair. "That's a good nigger." He was, in some strange fashion, soothing her. "I remember you, you know, before your kind was cast down. You were an uppity bitch. Thought you were so smart, so pretty, so fucking good helping kids. Full of pride. I wanted to take you down even then... and now look at you. **** down gobs of spent semen. Masturbating a boy in one hand and a girl in the other..."

Semen again bubbled then shot out of her nose, this time Suzanne didn't lose rhythm and Ellie immediately began scooping it to its rightful place in the black teacher's mouth.

"... even begging to be the nigger bitch of a white teenaged cheerleader." Kelly had already been making greater progress with more access to the older black woman's cunt, with these words she shifted from making out with her teacher's pussy to Suzanne's now-accessible ass, wrapping her sweet pink lips around Suzanne's butthole and working her tongue inside.

It was too much for Suzanne to handle. Carl was pouring down the cum mixture at a faster and faster rate and Suzanne was drinking it all down, now with an almost continuous stream from her nostrils that was then recycled down by Ellie's busy ruler. At Carl's words and Kelly's assplay Suzanne's eyes went dark and she exploded into back-to-back orgasms, harder than she had ever remembered, and for the first time ever spraying her cunt-juice into the air as she bucked her hips wildly.

From what sounded like far away she could here Kelly scream "Fuck, Andre! You're supposed to dump your cum into her mouth not my pussy!" as well as a couple "whoa"'s when her massive orgasm sprayed from her pussy. Carl was asking his cameragirl if she got everything.

Suzanne passed out for a moment, from the physical sensations around her as well as from lack of oxygen. When she came to she saw a circle of grinning white faces and an empty jar, held by a satisfied-looking Carl.

"Naptime is over, Suzanne. You still have cleaning to do." Carl pointed to the floor, where some of the boys had been unable to make it to the jar to deposit their loads. Suzanne wordlessly rolled over and, on hands and knees, began obediently licking the fresh cum off the floor, occasionally scooping semen up with her fingers and into her mouth. She noted absently that the camera was again rolling, capturing this final humiliation.

"Ahem," A slightly pissed-off looking Kelly pointed towards her pussy, which had been violated with its own shot of semen. "I'm not walking around all day with squishy panties, Ms. Nashwood. Be a good pet and suck this loser's cum out of me." Suzanne, still on her knees, crawled over to the dominant young lady, who grabbed a fistful of the black woman's hair and guided her close to her used teenage fuckhole.

Suzanne stared up at her superior with unblinking eyes, and latched her mouth onto the girl's smooth, completely bare-shaved little vagina. Her big lips covered Kelly's tight pussy entirely, and when she sucked, a large load of semen dropped almost immediately out of the blonde girl's pussy and into her mouth. Suzanne's eyes remained locked onto Kelly's as she worked the final load down her throat.

"So that's what the boys feel like," Kelly murmured, still clutching Suzanne's hair and now grinding her pussy against her pretty teacher's brown face. "Finish me off, cunt." Suzanne was already ahead of her, her mouth still completely engulfing Kelly's pussy she began working her tongue, which expertly traced around the girl's sensitive vaginal lips before it thrust right for the girl's clit, firmly working the pink little nub's soft flesh with her strong tongue until Kelly shuddered to a quiet orgasm. Finally the cheerleader released her ****-grip on Suzanne's hair and shoved her away while straightening her clothes.

Finally finished with her duties Suzanne slowly stood and turned to her students, who were at that point mostly dressed and reminiscing loudly at how thoroughly they had broken the black teacher. For her part, Suzanne's hairdo was completely undone, her aching breasts were still flopping around, and her skirt still hiked up completely exposing her intimate parts.

"Very good Ms. Nashwood. Well, it looks to me like you have about 3 minutes until the bell rings and you have your next class. Time to get yourself together, but, as they say, no one ever said that teaching was going to be easy. See you around, Ms. Nashwood." Carl left the room, whistling a happy tune.

Suzanne felt a sudden, sharp sensation in her groin and noticed that Kelly had quietly snuck her middle finger straight into her teacher's pussy. The cute blonde smirked, "Bye, pet" she whispered, giving a little wave and popping the offending finger into her mouth as she sauntered out of the room.

With everyone gone Suzanne clutched her queasy semen-filled stomach and collapsed into a few, quick, gagging sobs before reflecting on Carl's words and beginning to straighten herself for the rest of her day.