Forced to endure their teasing

You had just about enough of playing the fool to Sarah and her little games. You had half a mind to bend the little tease over right now and show her exactly why it was a bad idea to tease a grown man, but you knew restraint was the wiser course of action. Still, her fun needed to come to an end.

"Sarah. Enough of this." you said, mustering all of the authority you could.

"Hmm, what do you mean?" Came her coy reply, glancing over her shoulder with a smile.

"We're done with this. Get dressed. I'm not going to play your little game." you said, taking a step back to put some distance between the two of you.

"Oh, I think you will." she said, a look of mischief filled defiance on her face as she turned to face you. "You don't want to get fired right away."

"Wh- what?" you asked, stepping back again until you felt yourself bump against the edge of your desk.

"What would happen, do you think, if the head mistress came in right now? Or any other member of the faculty?" Sarah cooed as she walked toward you, pushing her finger against your chest and letting it circle there playfully. "An innocent little senior buck naked with the first and only male teacher in the school. Think of the scandal when they hear that you demanded I strip in front of you."

"What!? But I didn't-"

"He did! We were all so scared!" chimed one of the girls from Sarah's inner circle.
"Sarah didn't want to but he said he'd fail her if she didn't!" claimed another.

Glancing back to the room you saw the eyes of each girl trained on you like a den of wolves eyeing a lone lost sheep. Vicious hungry smiles were worn by the two girls that had voiced their support of Sarah's lie. Behind them other girls were shifting in their seats, some leaning forward to enjoy the show while a couple had slid their hands under the skirts and had begun to spread their legs to further their entertainment. All the while Sarah kept her eyes locked with yours.

"So you just behave like a good little boy..." the girl said. "Good little boy" as if she weren't seven years your junior! "In return we won't say a thing to any of the faculty." As she spoke her free hand crept to your hips before taking hold of your erection, her soft grip wrapping around your length delicately. Instinctively you started to gasp before a finger was pushed to your lips.

"Shhhh, you need to behave, remember?" she giggled while she began to stroke you in a torturously slow pace. "Now what we _really _want to see our model today is cum. You won't disappoint us, will you?"

It took everything you had not to groan out your defeat as she delicately worked her hand up and down your cock. The warmth of her soft teenage palm on your tool was making you shiver. The arousal of a beautiful young girl like Sarah eagerly working your manhood was mixing with the burning shame of being tricked and blackmailed by your students, giving you feeling of embarrassment and lust that made you weak in the knee. Slowly her strokes were building in speed as thin little drizzles of your pre started to leak from your cockhead.

"Oh wow!" Sarah squealed in delight as she saw the clear little beads forming at your tip. She kneeled down, never slowing her pace, examining your dick up close and personal with sincere interest. "Look at that... you must be really close, huh? Are you getting ready to cum for us?"

"Mm... Sarah, please..." you grunted, trying to hold back as you leaned against your deck to remain steady.

"I wanna see him blow his load!"
"Yeah, Sarah! Do it!"
"Make him cum! Make him cum! Make him cum!"

Looking at the sea of girls did nothing to help him contain his building orgasm. Over half the class had taken to masturbating now with most having their skirts lifted and their fingers deep in their white cotton panties. A few had pushed their panties aside giving you a small show as their fingers pushed passed their outer lips. In the front row the two girls that served as Sarah's co-conspirators had pushed their own panties down to their ankles and were sitting spread wide while they enjoyed your show. The girls that remained were either too engrossed in the chant to bring you to climax or were taking candid shots with their phones.

"Listen, you have a lot of fans!" Sarah teased as she worked her palm over your cockhead with each long stroke, working your pre into a thin shiny lubricant. "Come on, give them what they want to see!" With every word her breath ran over your exposed and aching tool, pushing you painfully close to that final straw.

"S-Sarah, I'm-" you moaned in a heated breath, feeling yourself at the very edge. The muffled whimpers of the girls in the room mixed with your senses while flashes of fresh pink pussy continued to pop into view.

"That's it! Do it! Cum for me!"

"F-fuck!" were the last words you could muster as you gave in to the masterful tease.

The first release was powerful. Thick and white it must have shot three feet or more, splashing onto the ground just shy of the girls in the front row. A chorus of cheers, and some moans, welcomed your second shot as it followed closely behind the first. Sarah, who had moved just to the side as you fell to your base urges, watched in delight and happily coaxed the next few strands of your seed before releasing your dick before it could drizzle to her fingers.

"Oh, Mr. Doe! That was incredible!" she cheered, placing a taunting tiny kiss on your cockhead as the very last of your spunk dripped free. "I think that is more than enough for us to use to finish our final project with."

For a moment you were lost for words. Had that really happened? Had you really just let yourself be brought to climax by a high school senior? Before you could bring yourself to speak a familiar chime echoed through the room and down the halls.

"Oh! That's the bell. Thanks again, Mr. Doe." Sarah said, hopping to her feet with a smile before quickly gathering her clothes and disappearing out a door. And just like that the room was empty. The hungry lustful eyes that had been locked on you just moments ago had all left the room as quietly and orderly as if nothing had ever happened. All that was left was you. Naked against you desk, your clothes in a pile on the floor, and your messy leavings stuck in a trail just in front of you.