“Wherever you want me to be.” (Flirt)

I look up at him towering over me, my heart is racing. I figured one teacher out already, I’m sure Mr. Jones isn’t that hard. And I know he was watching me closely.

I take a deep slow breath, then respond, “I can be wherever you want me to be, Mr. Jones. Nobody’s waiting for me to get home.”

He’s silent. I can feel the sweat dripping down my neck as I hold my ground. I watch his eyes move down to my breasts, and then my hips. He reaches one hand and his finger traces a line down my neck towards the neckline of shirt.

“You think you can prance around for the entire class like that and not get punished?” He asks me in a low voice, almost a growl. I gasp as his hand cups my large breast.

“I want you to punish me.” I whisper.

“I will.” He pulls his hand back from my breast now. I can feel myself getting wet as soon as he says it.

“Bye Mr. Jones!” A voice suddenly yells, and I look over to see some of the other kids already leaving. He looks down at me, and I see him take a deep breath.

“5 more laps.” He says.

I blink back at him, surprised. My muscles are already tired from class, and my earlier fun with Mr. Smith. He can’t be serious?

“I said 5 more laps, Dawn.” He barks loudly. “I won’t tolerate slacking off, even if it is your last week.”

I hear the other kids snicker as they leave, and I sigh, turning to run my laps. On the second lap of the gymnasium I pass my friends as they’re leaving.

“See you tomorrow... I dunno how long he’ll make me do this for.” I pout, and they wave goodbye sympathetically. As I start my fifth lap Mr. Jones disappears momentarily into the changing rooms to do the final call. My legs are aching now and my breathing is quick. He returns to the gym after checking the rooms.

“Good work, student.” He reassures. “You’re the only one left now.”

I glance over and see him smirking as he locks the gym doors. I finish my fifth lap just in time for him to walk back over to me.

“Time to warm down.” He orders and I obediently stand infront of him to do my stretches again. As I bend over he walks around behind me, to get a good look. My heart is racing again as I realise the laps were for show. I pull my shorts up higher so he can see firmly up them.

“Hold that pose.” He says, and I do.

I look around my legs now to see him pull his hard cock out from his shorts. It’s a monster of a cock, I’ve never seen one that thick! It’s about the same length as Mr. Smith’s but it looks at least twice as thick. I bite my lip as I watch him start to jerk off at the sight of me.