Your penis; the conductor's baton.

Villagomez, whilst still fondling you, reassures her classroom, "Hey, there's no need to be disappointed, the only person here who's got a problem is, well, me." Finally letting go of your ass, Miss Vee takes her baton off the conductor's music stand and snaps it over her knee. "As everyone can see— I don't have a baton!"

The hot teacher's eyes lock back onto your sex and go wide as dinner plates, causing the hairs on your neck to prickle— stiffening until they resemble your diamond-hard dick.

"Oh! Sam!" She coos with mock surprise, "Are you offering me a replacement?" The coquettish maestro spits into her hand and grabs you by the cock she's been ogling so ravenously, "aww, you shouldn't have~ Well class, It looks like we have our baton right here! Even if it's not regulation length."

You moan as her fingers flex around your sex, and when she maladroitly strokes along your length, you plea, "Ah! Miss Vee, let go! Ah~ please, let me go!"

"Hahaha, no way Sam, not after you so kindly offered." she condescends, continuing her clumsy handjob while applying far too much pressure. Though you're utterly **** to escape her touch, as well as the humiliation of the—exclusively female—orchestra watching you get molested, running isn't an option with your wiener clamped in the adorable music teacher's rapacious mitts.

"Okay class," Villagomez announces, "lets pick it up where we left off: Mozart's sonata no.11— and keep your eyes on the 'baton', everyone!"

It makes you palpitate to see forty girls stare right at your engorged cock, most of them licking their lips—you know, the brass and woodwind players—as they steady themselves to play your ****'s soundtrack.

"One," the hot teacher strokes your shaft upwards.

"Two," you grunt in unwanted pleasure.

"Three." She beams as wide as her face allows, and begins.

Miss Vee swings your throbbing penis around for those hungry-eyed musician girls, keeping the beat by beating your meat; her conducting technique is far superior to the finesse-less fondling she'd been doling out to you, and your breath hitches at her dainty, skilled touch.

The first chair clarinetist falls out of her seat as she leans in for a closer look, and you feel your embarrassment intensify in time with her aroused wheezes, her eyes locked onto your privates. The young women playing to the rhythm of your bouncing cock all scoot their chairs forward as one lustful entity, their gawks becoming more and more shameless as they approach your five and a half inches of shame.

With your face scorched crimson by the humiliation of Villagomez manhandling you for her adoring symphony, you almost forgot what happens when a pretty woman gives you a handjob. Precum starts leaking from your cock, and the petite hottie pinches your bubble-butt while making certain to lubricate you with your own precious bodily fluids. Struggling to last through her overeager masturbation, you grit your teeth.

The enraptured orchestra's sonata is building to its grand finish, and so are you. Though you loathe the voyeurs watching you, the humiliation doesn't stop the pleasure. As Miss Vee's hand speeds up, she plants a passionate kiss on your cheek, and it feels incredible; your toes curl, your knees buckle, and you feel an insane pressure in your balls.

Every girl with a free hand is vigorously massaging her crotch, blanching in arousal as you warn Miss Vee, "ughhh~ I'm gonna cum!"