Clementine Curtis [ H. S. Teacher ]

At the knock on the door, Mom opens it, to reveal that the deliverer of our pizza is one of my younger teachers from High School, Miss Clementine Curtis, our 23-year-old English teacher. Reputed to have a massive cock, but I just really liked her.

“Nico?!” Her eyes flutter and widen as she stares as soon as she sees me, then she catches her breath. I watch as her pants start to tighten as she turns her attention back toward my Mom. She extends the box of pizza and the box of breadsticks.

“Your order, Misses Grennan,” she says, clearing her throat. “What's going on with Nico?” She motions toward me, as her pants continue to tighten around a seemingly rather impressive swell. Mom glances down at me, then back to my teacher.

“Oh, we learnt recently that Nico's a faggot, and like any good parents, we decided to put him to proper use, accordingly,” Mom replies casually, “Would you like to use him as your payment?” My teacher bites her lower lip hard, taking a breath.

“Fuck, would I, but I need the money, the school system is wildly underfunded and I often need to buy some supplies for my students, myself,” she replies, looking down at me with naked arousal. Mom nods in understanding to her statement.

“Tell you what, you can use him as your tip, then,” Mom says. She sounds like she means to address the matter of school funding, to my ear, but not with my teacher, who has no obvious control over it. Mom motions me forward, and I scoot.

“Go ahead, get your cock out and tell the faggot what you want,” Mom encourages, “Don't bother calling him by name. Now that we know what he is, we simply address him as faggot or fag. He's currently under reprogramming, right now.”

“Ah, he volunteered for Amy's certification thesis, then, and probably won't remember any of this,” Miss Curtis says, and Mom nods. Miss Curtis immediately unbuttons and unzips, as Mom hands over the price for the pizza, and she pockets it.

Then, her cock springs out, slapping me in the face because I've scooted close enough. Her cock does not disappoint me, in terms off size relative to reputation. It's as thick as my parents' cocks, and probably almost as long. It'll fill my throat well.

“Well, faggot?” Miss Curtis questions. I turn my head, licking her from the hilt to the crown and kissing the tip, and then I kiss my way down. Her fingers twitch at her sides before she snaps them forward, getting a good grip to control me with.

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