Time for Class

You walk through the halls of the school. Bulletin boards and educational posters decorate the walls. The place looks exactly like what you'd expect a school to look like. That's the point, you suppose. None-the-less, it brings back some bad memories and some of the confidence you had earlier begins to drain away. You anxiously look from door to door until you settle on one.

Hesitantly, you open the door. The classroom is small but set up with a theater-like structure. Seats further from the front are also higher. Most of the seats are occupied with young ladies. A large, throne like chair sits in the front of the classroom. It looks comfortable. Your desk sits off to the side. Next to it, sits a smaller desk for your assistant. She gets up and walks towards you.

The young woman's outfit leaves little to the imagination. She wears open-toed high heels, a tiny, cheerleader-like mini skirt and what was once a school t-shirt that has been cut so short that it leaves visible a pleasant amount of under-boob. Her hair is tied back tightly in a high pony tail. Looking at it, you feel a strong urge to give it a sharp tug and see what she looks like while looking up at you. As if reading your mind, she runs her fingers playfully through her hair. Giving you a seductive smile, she greets you. "Hello, professor David." You like the sound of that. "Everyone is ready for you to begin. Would you like to start now?"

You stand there with a dumb look on your face. "Uh...I guess."

She turns to face the students. "Listen up, you sluts!" She barks. "Professor David is your Oral Sex instructor. This class is a requirement for graduation, so you better pay attention. By the end of the semester, you will be the perfect, cock sucking, ball draining, cum guzzling, load junkies. If not, you WILL flunk out to become nothing but cheap whores." She pauses and gives them a hard look. "Bitches, get your throats ready."

With that, she saunters back to stand behind you. "They're all yours, Professor."

"Uhh...okay," is all the response you can muster for the moment. You look out to the room. All eyes are glued on you. Some look nervous, scared even, others are determined and a couple look...eager? You suppose you should start teaching them something.