Ophelia helped him, but got a face full of…

“Enough fooling around and put on your shoes this instant!” Ophelia commanded, looking she’d pop a vein any moment.

“I-I’m trying…” Heath replied, but his body and mind were too preoccupied with maintaining his dignity, making the simple task of putting on shoes quite difficult. He felt like a mess, so caught up in embarrassment he couldn’t function correctly. He as like a chicken with his head caught off, stumbling around and disoriented.

“I expected more from you Mr. McCoy. How will you ever succeed in school if you can’t even put on your own damn shoes!” Ophelia said before walking up to Heath, looking disappointed.

She got down on one knee only inches away from Heath’s nude body. She tried to take over for Heath as she grabbed his shoes and socks from him.

“W-Wait!” Heath exclaimed in panic, watching Ophelia’s hands grab onto his shoes. And wrist.

“Just hold still and—” Ophelia began to say, but her sentence trailed off after the sound of a meaty slap to her face.

Heath looked down in horror as his cock laid on Ophelia’s face. His shaft rested on her cheek and lips, while his tip was just barely touching her forehead. Heath stood still, holding his breath as he felt Ophelia’s own breath gently blow against his erect penis. But internally, Heath was panicking, asking himself how he’d get himself in this situation. He was terrified, yet also feeling a strange sense of arousal.

Ophelia looked up at Heath with piercing green eyes, eyes that scared Heath to his soul. He was a goner, his college career over before it could even begin.

“Don’t move, and lift up your leg.” Ophelia said, her tone less harsh, but more blunt and to the point.

Heath wasn’t in the position to negotiate, so he remained still as he could whilst lifting his right leg. Ophelia then grabbed the back of his leg, supporting it as she dug her fingers gently into his bare flesh. Heath could barely think straight with this woman’s hands touching him, but embarrassingly enough his cock twitched against her face as she squeezed the back of his thigh.

Ophelia managed to lift his sock up over his feet and slipped his shoe on with one hand. She then lets go of his leg before tying his shoe into a neat bow.

Heath’s heart was fluttering, a blend of fear and arousal surging through his body as warm blood poured into his cheeks. Something about her softer, sultry voice made Heath want to follow her every command, give his autonomy to her as she guided his every movement.

“May I touch it, Mr. McCoy? Your penis that is.” Ophelia said, her professionalism almost completely gone and replaced with a soft, affirmative voice.

“Ahhhhhh… S-sure…” Heaths jaw was agape upon hearing her request, but with his schlong resting on her face he didn’t have much room to argue.

She slowly wrapped her fingers around Heath’s shaft, squeezing it gently and lifting it off her face. Instead of immediately letting go of it, she decided to tease it by rubbing her thumb against his sensitive tip. Heath could barely hold in a small moan underneath his breath as he felt Ophelia play with his cock. A bead of pre-cum began to form on his tip before dripping down his shaft and onto her hand.

“I-Is she actually doing this?!”

But just as Heath thought Ophelia was giving him a handjob, she moved his dick aside, letting it dangle next to the side of her head. It had ended just as quick as it began. Feeling cock blocked, Heath just watched as his cock throbbed as it begged for her touch again.

“What’s wrong with me??”

“Lift your other leg now.” Ophelia asked, to which Heath obliged, letting her hands touch his bare leg as she slipped his second sock and shoe onto his foot.

“Now, can you tie your own shoes, or will I have to do that for you?”

Heath didn’t respond, as what he really wanted was for her to rub his cock again (and maybe rethink this whole nudity thing, but he has priorities). His heart was racing and his chest was heaving as he watch Ophelia look up at him with commanding, yet caring eyes. He didn’t want to admit it, but he’s fallen in love for her already.

“Fine, but please don’t expect me to do everything for you, Mr. McCoy.” Ophelia said before tying his shoes into two neat bows.

Meanwhile, Heath’s cock was practically dripping with pre-cum, leaking onto Ophelia’s suit jacket and staining it almost immediately. Heath was the most worked up he’s ever seen himself in a long time, afraid that his erection would stay firm forever.

But with Ophelia finished in dressing him in his “uniform,” he looked down at himself and felt ridiculous. His school branded socks and shoes covered nothing, leaving him completely naked, embarrassed, and worst of all bricked up. He dove his hands down to his pelvis to cover his shame, but his erection made it hard to fully conceal his arousal.