[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oj6mt9/the_locker_room_mf_ds/)
Aly quietly entered class and slipped towards the back row. Five minutes late, very disappointing. Her long, dark hair was in a loose ponytail again. I only got a brief look at her outfit as she slinked along the edge of the classroom, but it was more scandalous than normal: a tight—almost sheer–white t-shirt; a plaid, pleated skirt that ended several inches above her knees; thin, black knee highs with white rings; and a simple pair of flats.
I briefly stumbled during my lecture—it was hard to believe that just yesterday I had sent her home with no panties and a face sticky with my cum—but recovered quickly. The rest of the class was mostly uneventful, but I noticed Aly was barely paying attention. I watched her gazing off into space with her chin in her hand for much of the lecture and discussion. At one point, she was loudly tapping one foot as if trying to impatiently distract me. When I gave her an annoyed look, she smirked, bit the tip of her pen, and gazed out the window.
As class ended and my students began packing their bags, I called her out, “Aly, stay here a minute, I want to talk to you.”
“Yes sir,” she said with a small smile.
She stayed at her desk in the back of the room until everyone else left. “Come here and sit down,” I said, pointing to the desk in front of me.
Aly approached coyly, swaying her hips so that her skirt swirled around her thighs. She sat at the desk and crossed her legs, gazing up at me with her chin in her hand and her index finger between her lips.
I leaned back against my desk and crossed my arms. “You seemed pretty distracted today.”
“I guess I just had other things on my mind.”
“Leave them at the door. When you come into my class, I expect to have your full attention. Do you understand?”
“Yes professor. I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”
“That isn’t good enough. Stand up.” Aly rose to her feet, standing a full foot shorter than me. I gazed down at her and finally got a good look at her shirt—it was skintight. I could see the outline of a pink bra beneath it. I looked her over for a moment and then said, “I think I know why you were distracted. You were probably too busy thinking about getting fucked.”
Aly blushed and gazed down at her feet. I handed her a piece of chalk. “You need to learn how to behave. So, you’re going to write ‘Proper sluts always pay attention’ on the blackboard. Over and over. Until I say you can stop.”
Aly started writing on the blackboard. The room was silent except for the clicking of chalk. I stood closely behind her, just a few inches from her ass. I could already feel myself growing. After the third sentence, I reached under her shirt and unhooked her bra. “Take it off, but leave your shirt on. And don’t stop.” Aly slipped her bra off beneath her shirt and placed it on my desk. She started the fourth sentence.
Now, I grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up—revealing her pale, firm ass and a matching pink thong. “Dressed to impress today, hm?”
“I thought you might like it, professor.”
I grabbed her ass—wrapping my entire hand around her left cheek and squeezing hard. She let out a little squeal but continued writing.
“See? That’s a good girl. Stay focused on the task at hand, no matter what dirty thoughts might be swirling around your head.”
She was on dotting the i on sentence six now.
With my hand still gripping her ass I slid one finger between her thighs. I started stroking her pussy through her thong—it was already very wet. I added another finger—running them back and forth along the length of her pussy. She looked over her shoulder, bit her lip, and let out a little whine.
“I didn’t say you could stop you little slut. Focus.”
As she started on the eighth sentence I pulled her thong to the side and pushed my index and middle finger inside her. She was so tight and she let out a gasp as I spread her pussy open to accommodate my long fingers.
She was finishing the ninth sentence when I really started to fingerfuck her. She was quivering against me now, but she kept trying to write. What a good girl. My cock was throbbing rock hard against my jeans now, begging to be let out. With my free hand I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her cheek against the blackboard. She dropped the chalk and it broke against the tiles. I pushed my ring finger inside her, spreading her even wider as I smeared her face against the sentences she had just written.
She reached a hand back, grasping blindly for my cock. She found it and grasped it tightly, “Fuck I want it.” She struggled to unzip my pants. I pulled her away from the blackboard, my hand still gripping her ponytail. Her face was covered in chalk and it made me feel wild.
“On your knees.” She quickly sank to her knees, her thong still bunched against the side of her pussy. She grabbed my belt and unhooked it. Then, she unzipped my pants and pulled down my boxers. She practically threw her mouth against my cock–swallowing me down to the balls on the first suck. Not so shy anymore. She kept going–back and forth–pushing her nose to my stomach and then pulling out to suck just the tip of my cock. She was deepthroating me so enthusiastically that I couldn’t help but lean back and moan. This made her go even faster. She gagged on my cock with each swallow.
I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her against my stomach. She started to gag as she held my entire cock down her throat.
“There you go. Now you’re learning. Focus. I’m going to count to thirty.” She gripped my thighs as I counted slowly out loud.
“Eight, nine…”
She looked up at me with water in her eyes. I held her head tightly in place.
“Fourteen, fifteen…”
She closed her eyes as she started to choke and cough, spit ran down her chin.
“Twenty, twenty-one…”
Spit was running down her neck now. Tears were dripping down her chin onto her tight shirt. She was pressed so tightly against me that I could feel her hard nipples through the fabric of her shirt rubbing against my legs.
“Twenty-five, twenty-six…”
She looked up at me again, her eyes pleading. She started to push against my thighs, but I held her firmly in place. There was a trail of spit running from her chin down to her chest now. Her shirt was getting soaked.
“Twenty-nine, thirty.” I finally let her go. She pulled back, gasping for air. She could barely get one breath before I shoved my balls in her mouth. “Suck.”
She greedily swallowed my balls, running her tongue from the back to the front and side to side. I pushed her head down, smearing wet balls across her face. “There you go you desperate little cocksucker. You’re going to look like an absolute whore when you walk out of this room.”
“Do it. Fuck my face professor. I could already taste your precum while you were choking me.” She looked up at me–her eyes still red from the tears–and slapped my sticky cock against her cheek. A thin string of that precum stretched from the tip of my shaft to her lips. She kept smacking my cock against her face, using it to push around the spit, tears, and what remained of the chalk. She was begging for me to grab her and fill her throat again.
While she teased me, I noticed just how damp her shirt was. It was pulled tight across her chest, with large wet spots from her drool. I could clearly see her big, gorgeous tits through the thin fabric. Her pink nipples pressed relentlessly outward, begging to be played with.
Aly noticed me looking, “Oh, you like my tits, don’t you professor? I love to play with them when I masturbate. Yesterday, you caught me before I got that far.” She pressed her elbows to her sides, emphasizing her breasts, and shook them for me.
I grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. I pushed my cock between her ample cleavage and pressed my weight against her, pushing her back against the wall. Then, I pulled her wet shirt down over her tits and my cock. I pulled at her collar, tearing her shirt just enough to create cleavage where it had previously been missing. I was only slightly concerned about potentially ruining her shirt–rather than her panties–this time.
“I think you’re much more of a slut than you let on yesterday. Ever had your tits fucked?”
She giggled and shook her head, “Never professor.”
“Spit.”
My cock was already plenty wet, but it was hot to watch her drip a long thread of saliva between her cleavage. “Hold your tits together tight for me. Be a good girl.”
I began pushing myself up and down between her big, slick tits. I could see my cock pop up above her newly loosened collar as she pressed the outside of her shirt tightly around me.
Watching her like that–with her sticky face and soaking white shirt–while my cock pumped up and down out of her collar, nearly pressing against her chin with each thrust, was unbelievably hot.
“Fuck,” I said as I went faster and faster. I knew this was going to make me cum.
She could sense it too. She looked up at me, biting her lower lip. “Please professor, give me your cum. Smear it all over my fucking tits.” She pressed her tits together tighter, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. She still looked up at me like such a fucking good girl while my cock landed against her extended tongue every thrust.
“Fuck. Goddammit you’re such a hot fucking slut.” My cock was swelling, the head turning red. I wanted to hold back, to keep fucking her tits, but I knew I couldn’t manage much longer. I wanted to spray my seed across her chest, down her shirt, and cleavage. I needed to.
I grabbed the top of her head and titled her back so she was staring up at me completely. “Watch me while I fucking cover you in my sperm.” My fingers dug into her scalp as I went faster and faster.
“Please, professor. All I thought about today was this. Last night I rubbed my needy pussy to the thought of you using me today. Please give me your entire fucking load. Make me smell like your cum.”
And with that I lost it, at the peak of the last thrust, when my cock was nearly hitting her chin, I exploded. I gripped her head even tighter, holding her in place while I watched her reaction. My cum shot against her chin, then against her neck. Three, four ropes? After the last convulsion I watched as it ran rapidly down between her collar bones, pooling around my cock still tucked tightly between her tits. I felt some cum run down along my cock, between her tits. Some spilled onto her–now much wetter–shirt.
I pulled myself out from under her shirt. “Clean me up. Don’t waste a drop of my cum.”
She grabbed my now flaccid cock and started sucking, running her tongue up and down each side before lingering at the still very sensitive tip–where she pressed her tongue flat, making me shudder while she smiled.
I couldn’t believe what a difference a day made–she was acting like a much more confident little slut now. I knew I would get hard again. It was looking like she might end up with no shirt at all by the time I finished with her.
Then–a knock on the door.
“Fuck.”
“Ignore it professor,” Aly said while dutifully sucking my growing cock.
“No, I better see what this is about.” I pulled my pants up. “You stay here. Rub your pussy while you wait.”
Aly leaned back obediently, pulling her skirt up to reveal her thong, still pushed to the side. She started rubbing her clit with two fingers. My cum was glistening from her chin down to her torn collar. “Don’t take too long, professor.”
I reluctantly went to see who had knocked. I opened the door just a crack, too wide and Aly would have been plainly visible pleasuring herself on the floor.
It was another of my students (and another member of the cheer squad), Ella. “Oh hi Ella, how can I help you?”
“Sorry to bother you professor, but I was supposed to meet Aly before practice. Is she still in class with you?”
Ella was already in her uniform, and seeing her stand there with her blonde ponytail gathered on one side and her pink, plump lips (pursed inquisitively) gave rise to a host of new, filthy thoughts.
“Yeah, we’re just finishing up going over her midterm paper. She had a bit of trouble. I’ll make sure she gets to you soon.”
“Great! Thanks professor,” Ella said happily. “I’d like to discuss my paper with you too, sometime soon.”
“Sure! Send me an email and we’ll schedule a time.” I was trying to quickly move Ella along, I was certain she must be able to smell my cum.
“Ok, see you later professor!”
And with that, she turned and walked away. I watched her hips sway in that little skirt for just a moment before shutting the door, locking it, and turning back to Aly.
She was on her back now, still rubbing her clit furiously. I chuckled a little to myself. “Well, I’m not sure we have time to finish today. And you’re not cumming without my permission.” With this, Aly looked up at me in disbelief.
“Wait, what do you mean I–”
“Don’t talk back to me. You have to go meet your friend. And, you’re going to see if she’s up for a little movie night–Hamlet–at my house. With you, too, of course.”
Aly smiled, “You’re bad, professor.”
I leaned down towards her, “So are you, you little slut. Now, you should probably put your bra back on, but you’re going to have a hard time explaining the torn collar and cum stains on your shirt.”
Aly giggled, “I’m only a little worried. I’m good at playing innocent.”
She gathered her things, straightened her shirt (as much as possible) and quickly used a wet wipe. “I’ll clean off my face and shirt, but I’m going to leave your sticky cum between my tits.”
“That’s my good girl.”
As she turned to leave I grabbed the back of her neck, bent her over my desk, and slapped her ass as hard as I could. It echoed through the room and she let out a surprised little scream. Then, I whispered, “I’m just getting started with you.”
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