Yes

You can't help yourself; on trembling legs you approach your teacher, the sight of her body making you grow rock hard in your pants despite the fact she's well over twice your age.

As she notices you approach, Miss Locke raises an eyebrow, a smile playing across her lips.

She stays silent, making you initiate the conversation while she listens with a sadistic gleam in her eye.

Your heart is pounding with nervousness, but your dick is so hard that all you can think of is the pleasure submitting to Miss Locke allows you.

"M-miss Locke, please! Let me be your slut!" Nearby passerby turn to watch as you blurt out your request, and Miss Locke's sadistic smirk is positively radiant as she makes you wait several seconds for an answer.

Finally, she replies with, "you're a **** little slut, aren't you?" Puckering her red lips, she tells you, "strip out of your clothes and toss them in there," while gesturing to a nearby garbage can, "if you finish before I count down to zero, I'll give you a kiss."

A jolt of excitement shoots through your body, and as Miss Locke holds up one hand with all fingers extended, you desperately begin stripping off everything you're wearing, despite the fact that everyone around can see you.

Tossing the last of your clothing in the bin, you look up to see Miss Locke still has one finger extended, and the relief is so overwhelming that you nearly cheer out loud.

Miss Locke beckons you over with one hand, and grabbing you by the head, kisses your mouth with a savage intensity that makes your head spin and your knees shake.

By the time she releases you, you can't stay upright on your own, and you stumble to your knees, realizing as you look down that your cock has been dripping precum like a faucet.

A few of the onlookers laugh as they snap photos of your sorry state, buck-naked in public, cock leaking, and lips stained with the lipstick of a woman more than thirty years your senior.

Miss Locke laughs as well, pulling out and uncapping a pen, before leaning down to write something on your chest in large letters. You wince as the pen digs into you, but one command by Miss Locke is enough to keep you from moving any further until she finishes.

You peer down at the letters, struggling to read them for a moment due to them appearing upside down to your eyes. 'Property of Linda Locke'

Despite your ongoing humiliation, or perhaps because of it, you can't help but feel a renewed surge of excitement in response to Miss Locke's visible marking of ownership.

"Now then, slut. Get ready to put your mouth to use."

Your dick throbs as you stare eagerly at Miss Locke's bikini-clad pussy, but to your surprise, she calls out to the surrounding crowd.

"One bitch-boy mouth, ready for use. Only £15 for one go!" The crowd of men and women around the two of you stirs...