You got caught by a teacher

As you deliver your final praise to Sam, you suddenly become aware that you and the cum-splattered girl are no longer alone. Standing at the doorway, a female teacher stares at the scene in front of her in utter disbelief.

"Wha- What the hell is going on here?!" she exclaims, her face contorted in disgust.

Hearing the indignation in her voice, you look over to Samantha, who is still recovering from the ordeal, her eyes full of resentment. A cunning smile forms on your lips, as you face the fuming teacher.

"Oh, Mrs. Thompson, just in time," you say nonchalantly. "As the new health inspector for our school, I was just performing some necessary examinations on Samantha. Everyone here needs to be inspected, even you."

The teacher's eyes flash with fury, and she stomps towards you, her heels clicking with every step. "Who the hell do you think you are? This is absurd, and completely inappropriate!"

Despite her outrage, you remain unruffled. "Mrs. Thompson, I understand your concerns, but as I said before, I am in charge of ensuring the health and wellbeing of every individual here, including yourself."

Your declaration is met with a tense silence before Mrs. Thompson hisses, "You better not be serious."

Seeing an opportunity to assert your dominance further, you confidently retort, "Oh, I'm deadly serious. Now, let's begin with your inspection."

Enraged but seemingly unable to resist your authority, Mrs. Thompson grinds her teeth together and curses under her breath. "Fine, let's get this over with."

Your inspection of the female teacher brings you tantalizingly close to her, noting the faint scent of her perfume intermingling with the spicy anger radiating off her. Her chestnut brown hair sways as she moves, and the cool, steely glare of her eyes sends shivers down your spine.

You start by examining her chest, your hands hovering above the swell of her ample breasts. The delicate lace of her bra brushes against your fingers as you move and adjust the fabric. Her breathing quickens, and she sneers at you.

"Is anything good enough for you?" Mrs. Thompson snaps, her voice dripping with venom.

"Shh," you whisper, smirking at her as you continue your inspection. "Don't be so impatient, we'll get there."

As the inspection unfolds, you maintain control over everyone around you, making certain that your authority is unchallenged. The school grounds become your playground, as the sultry scent of defiance fills the air, mingled with the earthy musk of submission. Your desire to dominate continues to grow, and the groans and gasps of pleasure and protest crescendo like a symphony, as the boundaries between teacher and student blur into oblivion.

Your enjoyment heightens as you explore Mrs. Thompson's full breasts, lightly digging your fingers into her supple flesh. The sensation of her soft skin against your hands and the slight hitch in her breathing encourages your desire for control.

"Can't take it, huh?" you taunt her, smirking at the fire burning in her eyes. "But if you think this is challenging, you're in for so much more."

With every word aimed at shattering her composure, she continues to resist, her snarl and sarcastic tone fueling your determination. "Pfft, do you think I'm impressed by your pathetic attempts?"

A wicked grin spreads across your face, as you know exactly how to push her further. "Alright, Mrs. Thompson, let's put your mouth and throat to the test. As I've told Samantha earlier, it's important to ensure they can handle... intense situations."

Horrified yet strangely compelled, Mrs. Thompson hesitates, staring at you with stern defiance. "You... you can't be serious!" she growls, noticing your hands start to work on the buttons of your pants.

"Why not? Samantha has already confirmed her capability, and now, it's your turn," you reply, unleashing your rock-hard erection in front of her. As she glares up at you, you grab a handful of her silky brown hair, applying a gentle yet dominating pressure.

Her teeth clenched together in furious desperation, Mrs. Thompson opens her mouth and allows your throbbing shaft to penetrate the depths of her throat. You stifle a groan, relishing the resistance she puts up even while submitting to your whims.

As you relentlessly thrust deeper into her throat, she gags and chokes around your cock, her eyes watering and makeup smudging. The faint scent of her fragrant perfume mingles with the salty taste of her tears, spurring you on.

"You really are a feisty one, aren't you?" you say mockingly amidst the sloppy sounds of her oral service. "But deep down, you're as submissive as they come."

A muted growl escapes her lips, her narrowed eyes still sparkling with defiance even as her throat strains to accommodate your vicious invasion. Her sharp heels click against the floor, the only indication of her struggle to maintain balance and dignity.

Firmly gripping the back of Mrs. Thompson's head, you maintain eye contact as you drive your cock deeper into her mouth and throat. Her eyes glisten with a mix of hatred and vulnerability, but she refuses to break her fiery gaze. You can't help but smirk at her fierce determination, as even in her submission, she clings desperately to any semblance of control.

With every thrust, you can hear her **** and gasping around your shaft, a symphony of **** sounds echoing in your ears. It's music to your ears and you become increasingly excited, intoxicated by her struggle.

Continuing to fuck her face with relentless ****, you notice the delicate click-clack of her heels on the floor as she tries to maintain a sense of stability, her fingers gripping the edge of the table. The aroma of her perfume dances in the air, a contrast to the far less sophisticated scents of sweat, saliva, and exertion.

Tasting victory, you can't resist goading her further. "Is this too much for you, Mrs. Thompson?" your voice drips with condescension. "Just admit it; you can't handle all of this."

Her gagging and coughing grows more severe, but between breaths, she manages to rasp out a response. "Fu-uck you!"

You chuckle sinisterly, resuming your merciless **** on her throat. Feeling the tension in Mrs. Thompson's body, you understand that both your limits are fast approaching.

"You've put up quite a fight, but now it's time for your final test," you maliciously tell her, your hands tightening in her hair.

As you pull out of her throat and she gasps for air, a pained and bewildered expression creases her face. She dreads what comes next, realizing that the moment of reckoning is at hand.

Unable to resist any longer, you feel an explosion building within you. A volcanic surge of release is imminent, and with one final, brutal thrust, you **** her throat as far down on your cock as it will go. You make her **** harder as your hot cum floods her mouth and throat, her eyes widening in shock.

With each spurt of thick, sticky cum Mrs. Thompson gulps down, the humiliating finality of her submission solidifies. The fierce woman who once stood before you, her countenance a mask of sheer defiance, has been tamed and conquered.

The room grows silent apart from her frantic swallowing and **** noises. At last, the final tremors of pleasure subside, and you release her hair, allowing her to pull back.

As the teacher collapses to her knees, you observe the glory of your victory. Mrs. Thompson, panting and coughing, struggles to hold your cum in her swollen and abused mouth. Her once-perfect hair and disheveled makeup bear witness to the ferocity of your actions.

"That's right, Mrs. Thompson," you sneer, admiring your handiwork. "You may be defiant, but you've learned that defiance has a price. You're a good little throat-fucked educator, after all."