He does.

"Hmmm. I think you have...good girl." Trave releases her hands, then steps forward, grabbing Nat firmly by the hair with his left hand as his right strokes his cock. His breath is coming in shorter, ragged pants now. "Little cocktease...prude...talking about you don't want to be groped while you show off your naked body..."

{if Sluttery < 20}There's no other showers, Nat thinks despairingly.{elseif Sluttery < 40}He's right...I was naked in there...it's only natural boys would want my holes... Nat thinks, ashamed.{else}Oh God...he's right...I should have let them fuck me... Nat thinks. She licks her lips with eagerness as she watches Coach Trave jerk his thick cock, inches from her face.{endif} But she doesn't move, staying obediently still. Her hands twist anxiously in her lap as she kneels behind the coach's desk.

"Unnngh. Yeah...take this, you stupid little bitch...and keep your mouth shut!" Trave grits his teeth, eyes closing as his climax takes over, and he grunts as his cock begins to shoot out jet after jet of sticky, white spunk. Natalie {if Sluttery < 40}flinches{else}smiles{endif} as the first warm spurts hit her face, tingling pleasantly as they settle on her skin. She can't help wrinkling her nose slightly as more and more of it covers her face, but she keeps her mouth closed, as ordered.

Finally Trave is done, his veiny cock slowly starting to deflate. Nat blinks a few times to clear her vision as he sighs contentedly. "Good slut. Up!" Reaching down, he pulls her roughly to her feet and picks something up from the side of his desk: a mirror. "Look here. What do you see?"

Natalie blinks again, peering through her sticky eyelashes. He holds the mirror up in front of her face. There's a thick coating of white jism covering her cheeks, dripping down her chin and off the end of her nose. A few strands have shot up over her forehead and into her hair, too. Her eyes are red and watery, her cheeks still flushed from the throatfucking she received. "It's...me."

"And what are you?"

"I'm...I'm a {if Sluttery < 20}good girl{elseif Sluttery < 40}good slut{else}whore{endif}, sir.{if Sluttery > 39}A whore just like I ought to be.{endif}"

"Well done. And don't you forget it!" Trave puts the mirror down and returns to his seat, giving Nat's ass a friendly grope as he passes. She smiles nervously as he squeezes and kneads her flesh. "Good girl. Go on, then, hit the showers. You have a bus to catch."

"Yes, sir. Thank you for teaching me, sir." Nat gathers her towel and hurries out to the showers as Trave sits back at his desk, whistling as he pulls the files he was looking through toward him.

There are only a few students left in the showers - one redbanded couple who seem to be taking their sweet time with a slow, sensuous fuck under the running water, and some group of guys gangbanging a girl Nat can't even get a good look at - she just sees long legs shaking, and a bit of dark hair as some new guy moves into fuck the girl's face. Nat {if Sluttery < 40}shudders{else}shivers with a twinge of jealousy{endif} and turns away, focusing on her shower. Fortunately not that many people have seen her short walk of shame from Trave's office, face covered in his cum.

She finishes her shower quickly, heads to the locker room, and changes back into her {if Prude_Clothes=True}khakis and shirt{elseif Normal_Clothes=True}shirt and jeans{elseif Slut_Clothes=True}tank top and skirt{endif}, and heads off to catch the bus with all possible speed.