Start with Samantha

The eyes of the class are on you, and it's weird. Are they seriously going to sit by and watch you fuck a classmate?

Of course they are. They can't say no, after all.

For a moment, you think of going for the blonde, but the professor wants you to help with the lesson, right? So you should go for the person who's been most vocal about this, and give them an oral exam.

Heh. Damn, you're going to run that joke into the ground.

You walk up to Samantha, staring her directly in the eyes to assert dominance. She gets more nervous as you walk closer, looking around to see if anyone will help her, but nobody does. "Wait, I, uh, I have a girlfrie - "

"Stand up, cracker", you say, somehow managing to keep a straight face as you call her that. Maybe there are people who can call a white that without sounding silly, but you're not one of them.

She breathes in, breathes out, and gets up. She's short, and you have to reach a bit lower than expected to slip your hands inside her shorts.

As you touch her, the professor continues talking. "Class, this is what white privilege is. It's the fear, the nervousness, on a white woman's face when a man of color wants her. This is..." Blah blah blah blah -

"Kneel", you say. Are you seriously going to get a blowjob in front of the whole class? Yes, apparently, because you're a slut for grades. You unzip your pants, the terrified girl on her knees before you, almost shaking despite sitting still.

"Please, I -"

You peel down the front of your boxers, enough for your member to hang freely in front of the class, and -

Did someone just whistle? You've never been sure if you're average or above, but that's a good sign, right?

It's seriously weird doing this in front of all these people, but you somehow manage to pull your dick out and get the tip in Samantha's mouth. She might been confused - you can't tell through the look of horror on her face - but you manage to solve that with a forceful hand shoving her head down all the way onto your cock.

"Class", the teacher says, louder. "This is the future! For centuries, whites have been oppressing people of color, and now you see the end result." You can feel Samantha breathing against your skin, see her face slowly changing color, and you let her up for a second. "The fact is, right now this student in front of you can do anything he wants to any white he wants, and absolutely nobody can say otherwise. This is what we get for the centuries of oppression we've benefitted from."

Samantha looks up at you, and you see tears. She's seriously crying.

This feels... wrong. Mean. Are you the sort of person who facefucks a lesbian that didn't even consent in public? Did you become the sort of person who used power in detestable ways the moment you found yourself with any power at all?

The professor continues on with her monologue, unaware of your reservations. You might be imagining it, but it looks like she's slipped a hand down her tights. "The future, class, is colored. And the colors will do whatever they want to us. "