Your cock resting along her face

The only thing you can hear is your heart beating a million miles an hour. You don’t move. You don’t even breathe. Ms. Ophelia stares up at you, eyes locked with your own. On her face your dick lays, running from her chin to just above her eyes. You feel the softness of her mouth along the shaft. You feel her breath running down it from her nose. You feel the cold of her metal glasses frames. She suddenly takes a deep breath in through her nose, and you get the feeling she isn’t just trying to smell your cock. Without any choice of your own, your cock throbs, resulting in a small pump of precum oozing out directly onto Ms. Ophelia’s face.

Slowly she pulls her head back, stopping for a moment as the mushroom head of your penis catches on her glasses. She then continues, letting your member pull her glasses off of her face. You notice a clear trail of precum leaving its mark across her. Just before her glasses fall, she catches them, and puts them in the pocket on her shirt. She reaches up, takes both of your hands, and moves them to your side.

“Do. Not. Move.” She says. You nod, only just now remembering to breathe. Slowly, she lifts one of your legs, and begins placing a sock upon your foot. She takes her time, making extra sure there isn’t a single crease in the cloth. Then, she takes a shoe and pulls it onto you as well. She very meticulously ties the laces, making them tight. She then moves to the other foot to do the same. As she does, her face once again drags against the head of your penis, leaving another string of clear fluid, but she doesn’t make any sort of indication that she even noticed.

When she’s done tying your other shoe she begins to stand. Your cock touches her nose this time, bouncing as her face comes away. Just as you think this couldn’t get any worse, you watch as your cock catches on her blouse, slipping halfway into her cleavage. Once again, Ms. Ophelia makes little indication that she’s bothered. She stops, and raises her hands to her chest. She briefly adjusts her breasts, and you feel them press tight around your penis for a moment. You feel an extra spurt of precum shoot in between her boobs, and almost faint. She slowly unbuttons the top two buttons of her blouse, and then continues standing upright as your cock slips free.

You just stare straight ahead at her chest. You’re a dead man anyway, may as well get a good look before it’s over. Undoing those buttons has allowed much more of her chest to spill out. You couldn’t tell before because of her jacket, but she’s not wearing a bra. You see the clear trail of precum between her tits, and try to convince yourself you’re imagining things when you spot the edge of her areola peaking out.

“Stare as long as you like, Heath. But you’d best listen, because I’m not going to repeat myself. Nod if you understand.” She says. Your cock twitches. “I’ll take that as your nod.”