TITLE    : After the Plague Ch. 02
STORYID  : after-the-plague-ch-02
SUMMARY  : John meets his other students.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2022-04-05
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |impregnation|breeding|student|teacher|domination|harem|dystopia|femdom|


John talked to Tammy and asked her to call off any visitor from the hotel for the night. He wanted time to clear his head and didn't feel in the mood for another night of sex. Tammy asked to see the signature on his card and gave him a knowing smirk, but didn't press the issue.

John tried to push what happened with Maddi out of his mind and focus on his work for the evening. In the morning he felt refreshed and ready for a new start.

But John was taken aback when he walked into the classroom for the first time. It was a smaller tutorial room. Maybe twenty desks and a blackboard. And there were four women seated in the first row. All of them were wearing dresses, hair done up and make-up on. It kind of made sense when you thought about it. First time back in class after at least two years, and first time seeing someone of the opposite gender in at least 12 months. They'd want to look their best.

But still, what were the chances that all four of the women that they found for a professional engineering course would be this gorgeous? Had the Agency vetted them for their appearance? It made him kind of queasy to think about.

He introduced himself. He already knew Maddi and got to know the other three rather quickly. They were enthusiastic students, asking and answering questions readily. One of the girls, a cute Asian named Tina, struck him initially as the most intelligent. She was confident and answered questions boldly. Alice, a tall red-head was maybe the most outgoing of the group, and had some actual experience repairing bridges these last few months. And finally there was Jade. Jade was maybe a bit more buxom than the rest, brown hair and very quiet. But he soon started realizing that when nobody else knew an answer, only then would Jade volunteer.

Despite the presence of the other girls, Maddi remained every bit the vixen. When he turned around from the blackboard to look for responses she would cross and then recross her legs slowly. Leaving her skirt open for just long enough to remind him of what he had seen yesterday. When she wasn't taking notes she would chew or suck absent mindedly on her pencil, trying to keep his gaze on her.

But John would not be deterred. After a few hours of solving questions together he had a good feel for what they knew. He ended the first class at noon and assigned some problems saying that he'd be available for office hours from 3-4 if they needed him.

His office was located right next to the classroom. There was an adjoining door in fact, so he didn't have to go far. The girls dispersed for lunch but he did hear a knock on the door at 3pm sharp. It was Tina, standing there as confident as ever, with her upright postures and her arms clutching her books at her chest. He motioned for her to come in and she walked forward with purpose, shutting the door behind her. She was in a black pencil dress. It looked professional but suggestive. She set her books down on the desk and stood waiting.

"Have a seat -- how can I help you?" John motioned at another chair nearby.

"Well actually Mr. Stark, I have a question that's a little ... extra-curricular." Tina made no move toward the chair.

"Of course, go ahead."

"Well, the girls were all talking last night. Our rooms are right next to each other you know. And Maddi was telling us some things."

"What exactly did Maddi tell you?" John went pale but tried to keep a straight face.

"Well, she was telling us about the Procreation Project. We all know it's a rare situation. Most of the schools that are up and running are staffed completely by women. As you'd expect. And here we are in this special building, you have security and so on. But we get it, barely any guys survived, it makes sense the steps they're taking."

"Oh, so she told you about the program?" John breathed a sigh of relief. This wasn't so bad. They'd all have to know that things were at least a little strange. "What's your question then."

"Well, she also told us some more details." As she spoke she walked closer towards him, but slowly. Deliberately.

"She said that the men on the program are all on a drug cocktail. It increases their sperm production, which is reasonable, but also their libido. She said it even weakens their inhibitions. And because of the testosterone increase it makes them really muscular." She had reached him now and leaned down to stroke his arm as she said this. "Maggi said if someone was on that cocktail they'd basically be thinking about sex all the time. They'd want to fuck anything that moves."

The way she emphasized the word fuck made him shiver. He was avoiding eye contact, but she reached out with her delicate hand and moved his chin with her hand so that he looked at her before speaking, "Is that true Mr. Stark?"

John gulped. "Is that what you came here to ask me?"

"No Mr. Stark. I came to ask if you wanted me."

And as she said it she unclasped a hook behind her neck and let her dress fall to the ground. She stood before him in matching black lingerie, with garters connected to her sheer black stockings.

John's mouth fell open. It was too much. Too forward.

"Please, Tina, please put your dress back on."

She moved closer, setting one knee next to his on the chair so that he was eye-level with her bra, staring up at her face.

"Mr. Stark, you can be honest. We all know why they picked four hot young women for your course. You don't have to be all chivalrous. The rules have changed."

"Tina, I don't care what the rules are now. I don't want to sleep with my students."

"You know what I think, Mr. Stark. In one week you're going to have 70 horny undergraduate girls throwing themselves at you. I've heard you have a quota. Why not fill your quota with more mature women who are old enough to make up their own minds about what they want?"

As she said this she guided his hand onto her waist. He felt the warm skin above her pelvic bone and let his eyes trace a path from his hands up to her face.

"Tina, how about you let me think about this. It's a strange situation and I'm not ready for this."

"I think you are ready," Tina said as she reached down and felt his hardness through his pants.

"The other girls," John stammered, "They could walk in here any moment."

"I talked with the other girls. Nobody's going to come through that door." She began to stroke him through his pants.

"Oh God, please, Tina, we don't have to..."

But Tina was already reaching behind her back, undoing her bra. She removed it with a flourish and he found himself staring at her chest. Her tits were small, shaped like cocktail glasses with nipples that pointed at him, inviting his lips. He felt his cock throb in his pants, desperate to be touched again. These girls would be the end of him.

He made up his mind quickly. He put his hands under her arms and pulled her body into his face. He sucked violently on her nipples and she gasped in shock. He was surprised at how tiny she felt and he was overcome by the urge to pick her. Carrying her upright under the arms he moved her against a wall and pinned her there. He continued kissing her breasts, then her neck and finally her lips. Her legs dangled in the air until she finally came to her senses and wrapped them around his waist. He set her down only to have her help remove his clothing. Soon he was naked in front of her, with only his hardness separating the two of them.

"I want you to fuck me against the wall Mr. Starks." Her dark almond eyes looked up at him pleadingly.

He pulled on her panties so they were halfway down her legs and inserted a finger. She was so smooth, and his finger felt like it was entering into an open jar of honey. She shook as he did it.

"I'm going to make you wait first." He teased her. Having made up his mind he wanted to take back control. "I don't think you want it enough yet." And his finger slowly went deeper as he said it.

"Oh God it feels so good. I need your big cock inside me."

"Hmm not yet." He gently tried to insert another finger and found it too tight. He went back to stroking the outside of her entrance, enjoying the slick feel of her.

"Please, be careful. I'm so sensitive. You'll make me cum. Oh my God."

He slowed down and stopped. "Maybe you are ready."

And picking her up again he held her against the wall. With her hands on his shoulders she gently lowered herself onto him. His cock stopped at the entrance to her pussy. She really was quite tight and he had to force her open despite her wetness. Taking it slowly he allowed her to set the pace at first but soon he became impatient for more.

"Oh God, be gentle, please Mr. Stark." She begged as he moved faster.

As he went harder her body began banging against the wall. If anyone was outside they would know exactly what Mr. Stark was doing to his student.

Moving away from the wall he set her down on his desk and motioned for her to flip over. With both knees on the rough table she presented herself to him and he entered her once more. He reached around and began playing with her clit as his shaft moved in and out of her. He listened to the sound of her ass slapping against his thighs and his fingers playing wet notes on her pussy.

It did not take long for her to begin outright screaming. She shouted his name as she did. "Fuck me, fuck me harder Mr. Stark. Oh God, oh God" And he felt her body shake as she came.

Her legs were spread apart and he forced them together, making her pussy impossibly tight. He looked down at her reddened ass, and the cute sight of her stockings and garter belt, and her panties still halfway down her legs. Now grasping her by the waist he set a harsh rhythm, pulling and pushing her into and out of him until he could take it no longer and his cock pulsed inside her.

He pulled himself out and watched as her slit closed shut behind him and then his cum oozed out of her.

She collapsed on his desk, knocking off a few pens and crumpling his papers as she did. He stared down at her beautiful back side. His hardness had yet to fade he and walked around to her head, where her cheek was against the desk. Her face was flushed and sweaty.

Wordlessly he pushed his cock towards her mouth and she knew what he wanted. Without even moving her hands she opened her mouth and allowed him to slide in over her tongue. She gagged when he reached her throat. He shoved his cock in and out, allowing her to clean it for him. When he pulled it out she finally steadied his shaft with her hand and licked off a final bead of cum from the tip of his head.

"Was I a good girl for you Mr. Stark?"

"Very good."

"Do you need more, Mr. Stark."

"No, that's all for now Tina."

She stood to her feet and began putting her dress back on.

As he came to his sense he remembered the time card and felt less like the dominant instructor. Who was in charge here after all?

"Tina ... I ... I hate to ask this of you, but ..." and he gestured to the card.

"Don't worry Mr. Stark." She took the card as if she knew far more than he did and signed the next blank square. "I was kind of hoping I'd be your first time with a student, but I also suspected this." And she pointed at Maddi's signature.

John winced. "I'm sorry about that."

"No, it's fine. Really it's a good thing. It means this won't be the last time that I leave this room with the taste of your cum in my mouth."

***

John wasn't sure what to expect from his week. The girls came to class the next day and nobody seemed to acknowledge that anything had happened, but they were all still in dresses with full makeup and this time it didn't seem like Maddi was the only one making seductive gestures. It was still subtle though, nothing outrageous.

Tina had told him that the other girls knew not to come to the room when she was there. How much did they know now? He couldn't help but stare at Alice and Jade, wondering if their turn with him came next. At one point he asked Alice a question, and she took a long moment to lick her bright red lips before answering.

He began imagining what Alice would look like with her clothes off. Her hair was auburn red. It was pretty hard to find dye these days, it was almost certainly natural. Would the hair beneath her panties be red as well?

And Jade -- so shy. Would she be wild in bed? Would she scream as loudly as Tina had when he fucked her from behind. He could barely imagine having a conversation with her let alone watching her strip and demand sex like the two other girls.

When the class ended he again announced the same routine. Go work on your problems and find me if you need me in my office. As three O'clock slowly came around he found himself pacing and agitated.

Who would knock? And should he play innocent, and work on engineering? Perhaps he was being too presumptuous. But his dick would not go down and he had to eventually tuck it into his waistband so as to not present too lewd of a sight for whoever came in.

Once again, at almost exactly the top of the hour he heard a knock on the door. Alice walked in and set her books on the table. For a few minutes he actually convinced himself that they would only work on problems and that would be that. But his own desire got the better of him and all it took was the slightest of touches from her before the tutoring session ended in a blur of flesh and discarded fabric.

During the brief moment when he had been trying to control himself, John had thought back to what Tina had said. That the injections not only made him hornier, but also weakened his ability to resist temptation. He had never even had to fight his urges in the hotel. Now that he had some control over who he slept with, he found his animal passions overwhelming any sense of discretion at all.

The change from having sex three or four times a day down to only one was surely contributing. But a small part of him enjoyed his lack of control and he denied himself the opportunity to have Tammy bring him a girl from the hotel each evening.

The following day during his office hours he was not surprised that Jade was the one to walk in. It had been an unusually cool day, and she was wearing a sweater and jeans. She nervously asked some questions about the day's problems and John answered politely. But instead of starting anything, she continued asking questions. He worked through more and more of the book, waiting for her to make any sort of move.

He noticed the dark hair on the back of her neck was damp with perspiration and finally she spoke out. "Sorry, I'm just going to take this sweater off, it's getting uncomfortably warm."

"Of course."

And he watched with anticipation as she removed her sweater, revealing a tight fitting tank top. Her large breasts were propped up by her bra, the straps of which he eyed hungrily. The sweater got caught on her hair as she pulled it off and he stood to help her untangle it, placing an unnecessary hand on her shoulder as he did.

After two hours of constantly imagining her without her clothes he had grown stiff in his pants and his erection gently nudged her in the back. But if she noticed she made no sign of it and smiling sheepishly, she turned to another question.

Feeling suddenly like an unprofessional lout, John redoubled his efforts to focus on the problems at hand. He certainly felt the tension in the room, but perhaps it was just him. When another hour passed she finally said she should leave for dinner and he let her go.

As soon as the door shut her pulled down his pants to rub his throbbing erection. Knowing there were severe consequences for ejaculating (if somehow this could be detected) he finally relented and put himself in order. The card in his pocket was burning a hole through his shirt and he knew he could not fall behind. Peeking his head out the doorway he found Tammy waiting at the end of the hall.

"Tammy, could you help me for a moment?"

She walked toward him as he spoke, "I umm, I actually need a signature for my card today and was wondering if you could do me a favor?"

"Good Lord, you struck out? Okay I'll call in one of the hotel girls."

"Actually, would you mind finding Maddi in her dorm and asking if she could stop by?"

Tammy had her usual, shit-eating grin. "Of course, John."

***

If John had thought it through he might not have asked for Maddi. He wanted someone forward, who he wouldn't have to beat around the bush with. And after three days of her teasing him in the classroom he was lusting for her body.

But by the next day he regretted it. It was clear that the classroom dynamics had shifted. Jade had always sat next to Maddi, but now the girls has changed spots. In general they were less chatty with each other and seemed to vie for his attention more -- all except Jade who acted like a spurned lover. Had she wanted him to take initiative?

They all shared adjacent rooms in a dorm across the courtyard. It's possible they had been spending their evening together when Tammy had arrived and pulled Maddi out with a message from John. If that was the case then it looked like he had chosen a favorite. And even if they didn't know now, the card would tell them later. Of course, if they kept to their daily schedule, it was Maddi's today. Who would actually show up in his office?

As it turned out, Maddi came again to him. This time there was no pretense of studying -- no book and no pencil. She walked in with an air of entitlement and began unbuttoning his clothes immediately. But he was greedy for her touch and could not stop himself from fucking her. The last comment she made before leaving was that maybe next time they should "study" in his dormitory. It was so much more comfortable there.

***

Tammy brought five girls from the hotel spread over the weekend. He welcomed the respite from the drama with his students and used his free time to plan the week's lessons. Especially for the undergraduate class. His smaller graduate class shifted to noon so that he could hold a two-hour lecture for the Freshman class at 9AM.

The lecture hall could seat 100, but there were only 70 students registered. Tina had been right. The atmosphere of the energetic young women felt more like a concert hall than a lecture theatre. They were seeing a man for the first time in a long time. The internet had collapsed during the upheaval of the plague, and for whatever technical reason television had also gone down at a later point and had yet to be restored. These young ladies had not even seen a moving image of a man in months, and here was a handsome, very muscular professor right in front of them.

From the beginning he had been swarmed by girls trying to make a personal introduction. He shook hands, answered questions about the course that could have certainly waited, and even repelled a couple hugs from more persistent students.

Alice was there with him that day, each of the girls were to take turns as his TA in the class. She gave him a knowing wink as he disengaged himself from the embrace of a particularly aggressive freshman.

Later, when he ended the lecture, he announced office hours at 7pm. Once again he was swamped and had to ask Tammy for help in leaving the room.

His graduate class seemed to go better. The girls were still not fully happy with one another but the tension had softened over the weekend. Tina attended his 'office hours' and he found a growing preference for spending time with her.

When they had finished and she was putting her clothes back on, John gambled on asking a few questions.

"Tina -- I noticed our class has been a little edgy the last few sessions."

"Ha ha, yeah you could say that."

"Is there -- is there anything I could be doing better?"

"Mr. Starks ..."

"Please, when we're in here, please just call me John."

"John, I think it was always bound to be messy. All of us do want to learn and contribute to rebuilding society, but you've got to understand we have other incentives too. Having a baby means guaranteed security. You'll be taken care of by the Agency for your whole life. For someone like Jade, or even me, that's a big deal. And if you're Maddi, getting pregnant is a status symbol. Really wealthy or powerful women -- like the women at the very top -- they often have a man as a type of servant -- they're called bedwarmers. Someone they let their friends borrow for massive favors or sell for a night to top bidders. If you get pregnant, it shows you have access to a man like that."
<hr pg="2" />She saw his pale reaction, "I'm sorry, it's all so grim."

"That's alright. I knew about the Agency providing for women who got pregnant. That's why so many girls want to join the hotel program."

"Yeah, of course there's that. But I also wouldn't short-change our physical needs either. Most of us have experimented with other girls during the last couple of years, but for me, that's not my first choice. Being in this class, being with you, it's the kind of hot fantasy I lost sleep over before it actually happened."

"I've never been called someone's hot fantasy before."

"Haha, well you're a real babe John. A nerdy engineer isn't turning anybody off anymore! So I think you're being too hard on yourself. Things are going to be weird. You have your own needs. And I'm not just talking sex. We all know about your timecard. We see that grumpy police woman following you around. You have problems too." She hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Did you want me to say something to Jade for you?"

"No that's fine."

"She was waiting for you to make a move you know. She did want something to happen."

"Thanks Tina. I appreciate your insight. On all of this." And he kissed her on the cheek.

***

The undergraduate office hours were a nightmare. He needed a different system. There was a crowd around the door when he opened it and he had to make a lineup. He doubted that the graduates had told these Freshman anything about their experiences, but it was possible that there were rumours or expectations. He finally agreed to see ten girls at a time, and after evading questions about his life for the last two years began strictly enforcing a rule that all questions had to concern class material.

He ended the session after three hours, feeling absolutely smothered and knowing he had to face the girls for lecture first thing in the morning.

The following day passed by in much the same vein. He did his best to rebuff the undergrads, Alice joined him for office hours which now felt like a welcome reprieve.

He told his undergrads in the lecture that he was organizing them into groups of 7, each of which would get a one-hour tutorial every week. This resulted in a much more subdued hour, though he noticed a disturbing trend of attention-seeking.

Tammy escorted him from a tutorial session to his graduate student office hours and she wasn't in a good mood. She in fact pulled him into an unused bathroom and forced him on his knees, something she hadn't done in a few days. After he finished servicing her she made a comment about his numbers being weak. He assured her that his timecard was full, ten per week, but she said something about that being only a minimum. He wondered if she was evaluated based on his performance.

He resolved to put it out of his mind. Wednesday was Jade's turn and he wanted to be delicate. She arrived in his office with the same timid steps, but her appearance was completely changed. Her makeup was thicker. Like she was going to go out to a bar. And she had a shorter skirt and her tight blouse strained to keep her large breasts inside of it. The top three buttons were undone, enough for an office scandal in the old days. Her looks were at complete odds with her attitude but they voiced a message that she was perhaps unwilling to speak aloud.

Even so, she had her books in hand and went straight to asking about problems. They worked diligently for an hour and John almost exasperated that nothing would happen when suddenly the lights flickered.

"Oh, I hope everything is okay." John waited looking at the ceiling.

But the lights flickered again and then the room turned black. His study had no windows and only the faintest light came from the door crack to the main room.

John waited in silence for the lights to come back on. Sometimes blackouts lasted for minutes, sometimes for hours.

Jade did not speak so John softy told her, "Let's just wait one more minute and see if they come back on and if not we can open the windows in the lecture hall and work out there."

The seconds ticked by and then John felt it: Jade's hand on his knee. Her hand crept up higher and squeezed his leg but stopped short of anything else. He reached over and placed his hand on her thigh. He heard an intake of breath in the dark.

Then there was the creak of a chair and he felt her standing. Gingerly he guided her in the dark and she sat down on his lap, his erection pressing against her. And leaning down she began to kiss him. In the dark her lips were soft and warm. Her kisses were tentative and he had to hold himself back. He couldn't remember the last time he had been kissed so lightly. Lovingly?

He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and her form seemed to melt on top of him as he did. As much as he tried he could no longer hold himself back and began kissing down her neck, between the buttons on her blouse. She moaned.

He unbuttoned her top and helped her take it off. He searched out her breasts through the padded bra in the dark. He slipped his hand beneath the cup and felt the hardening nub of her nipple on the center of his palm as he groped her. He pulled her left breast out from her bra and began sucking on her nipple. It was so large, like a soother in his mouth. He knew that she did not have a Hollywood body -- perhaps this had been part of her reluctance. All the other girls could have been bikini models, and she was like a 50s pin-up model.

The lights flickered back on just for a moment. He caught a glimpse of her. Strands of dark curly hair askance over her forehead, flushed cheeks and round face. She moved to cover her breasts but the light had already gone dark again. She giggled at her own modesty.

They resumed kissing and her hips began moving against his. She fumbled with his belt and stood up to help him take off his pants. Her hands fumbled for his hardness, grasping it in the dark and stroking his shaft softly. She moved her fingers faster until he was grunting and then he sat back down pulling her on top of him.

When he entered her she cried out sharply. His hands roamed across her body, her legs, her back. He let her set the pace, slow and deliberate. As he heard her getting closer he took pleasure in the feel of her breasts against his face, the sweat of their bodies between them. They finished together.

***

Thursday passed without event and it was almost the end of the week once again.

On Friday morning, Tammy knocked on his door earlier than normal and wordlessly invited herself in. Indicating that he was to disrobe, she made her way to his bedroom while he was still busy taking off his underwear. By the time he caught up to her she already had her pants off and was climbing onto his bed. Was he going to have to fuck her?

"Don't get any ideas, I don't have any need for your cock. I'm just sick of cumming standing up."

He stood there silently.

"Go ahead John, get to work."

Meekly he positioned himself at the foot of the bed and placed his head between her legs. She smelled musky. He had become accustomed to only having sex with women who were perfectly prepared for him. But Tammy had no desire to please him. Not by shaving, or putting on makeup or wearing pretty underwear.

He was getting better at bringing her to climax and did his best to rush the process. Tammy seemed to appreciate his effort and when she came, patted him on the head.

"Good boy, John."

His now hard cock bobbed in place. Something about him enjoyed her power and despite his growing dislike for this woman he had to resist the urge to climb on top of her and bury himself in her pussy.

"Alright, just let me wash up and I'll head out." John once again feigned professionalism to excuse himself and headed for the door.

"What you don't like the scent of my pussy on your breath?" She stood and grabbed him by the arm to stop him from moving. "That's too bad, because class starts in five minutes and I need to deliver you on time." And as she said it she reached beneath his hard cock to squeeze his balls, with just enough grip to cause him pain.

He didn't respond but when she released him he left to retrieve his clothes in the entranceway, making no moves for the bathroom.

***

Friday morning's lecture went by quickly. He took up some questions from the homework, worked out a few examples on the board and then asked the students to break up into pairs to discuss a difficult problem that he has posed to them. He circulated among the front row, while Maddi, his TA for the day, walked around fielding questions in the back. It was at this point that he heard the doors swing open and Tammy walked in.

She normally waited outside the doors for him to leave, but she made a bee-line right for him.

"Hi Tammy, can I help you?" John tried to remain calm despite her abrupt entrance.

"No. I just received a phone call from head office. Apparently, I need to help you to help yourself." She paused as if angry to even be having this conversation. "John, take off your shirt and your pants."

"Holy shit, Tammy, let me just dismiss the class." He looked out over the stunned audience, trying to lock eyes with Maddi. Perhaps Maddi could dismiss the girls while he dealt with Tammy, but he couldn't locate her right away and had to whisper back to Tammy, "Please calm down, we can work this out."

"Do it John, now." Her hands were on her hips, uncomfortably close to her holster and baton.

John obeyed slowly. Trying to salvage his dignity, he remained in his boxers in front of the classroom and avoided the urge to cover himself up in any way.

What could she possibly want? He had given her an orgasm only an hour ago.

"Okay, I need one of you girls as a volunteer" Tammy's speaking voice was loud enough that she didn't need to shout.

The girls looked nervously at one another, but seeing their professor in his underwear, a few were brave enough to gamble on what might happen next.

Tammy picked out a student in the front row, who sheepishly came forward. John couldn't remember her name but knew her as one of the more forward students in his first tutorial. Not brazen, but self-confident.

A few of the students had taken to putting on provocative clothing, plunging necklines, short shorts and so on. The student stepping forward had chosen a uniform, presumably from her high school days, with the skirts perhaps rolled up a few inches higher than would have been regulation in the past.

"How old are you, girl?" Tammy asked impatiently.

"I'm eighteen, miss."

Tammy turned to John, "See, good enough John. No need to talk yourself out of this." And she took a step closer to the frightened freshman, "Girl, show Mr. Stark here your tits."

John tried to interject, "Tammy, stop right there. If you really need to do this we can go into a back room."

"No. You stop John. The other girls need to understand what is expected of you."

Tammy turned back to girl and nodded brusquely, "Show us your tits then love."

In a daze, the girl nodded. She had long straight brown hair which she had to push back over her shoulders to get to the buttons on her blouse. Her fingers trembled as she worked. She pulled open her blouse, revealing a girly bra: pink and blue dots on a white background. John stared at her cleavage. There was no denying that she was pretty, and her breasts, though not overly large, captivated his attention.

"I said, show Mr. Stark your tits."

The girl bit her lips. She angled her body away from the audience of students so that as few as possible would be able to see her. Her eyes were locked on John's as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. She let it fall to the floor.

John did his best to look only at her face but the red blood rose up inside him and his eyes moved to feast on her body.

"John, I want you to walk right here in front of her."

He did so, and his shuffling steps revealed a tent in his boxers. When he stood directly in front of her he had half a mind to pick her up and suck on her little nipples right there.

"Now listen" Tammy spoke to the girl now, "I see you shaking you poor little thing. That's because you think Mr. Stark here is in charge. But that's not the case. Women are in charge now. Do you want to know why I'm so sure of that? Why don't you step forward and smell Mr. Stark's face."

The request took the girl by surprise. Such a strange thing. She stood to her tip toes and as she leaned in her breasts made the slightest contact with his chest, and his erection pressed into her waist. She inhaled deeply next to his face, expecting to search perhaps for some type of cologne.

"What does he smell like?"

There was a long pause as the girl tried to come to terms with her own senses.

"I said, what does his face smell like?"

Finally the girl responded. "It smells like vagina."

John and the girl, standing so close, continued looking at each other as Tammy spoke.

"Good" Tammy's devilish grin was back. "John can you explain that?"

John spoke slowly and quietly, "I performed oral sex for you Tammy."

"How often does that happen?" Tammy asked.

"Maybe every other day." John knew the questions weren't going to end. He knew what she wanted so he continued. "You make me take off my clothes and get on my knees and serve you."

"And do you like it?" Tammy pressed further.

"No." John replied.

"Do you get an erection?"

"Yes." He admitted.

"That's because you're my bitch, John. And the sooner these girls learn that you're not in charge, the better for everyone here."

Tammy paused, considering what to do next. "Girl, put those nice tits of yours flat on this table" And Tammy motioned to the desk as she said it.

The girl took a couple of steps, exposing herself briefly to the audience and then bent over the desk, causing her skirt to ride up the back of her legs. John saw the polka dot panties peeking out from the bottom of her skirt. Then Tammy turned back to John and lowered his boxers. A general gasp went up from the room.

John began desperately to think of a way out. He felt like is he had kept his clothes on he could have fought Tammy. He was too valuable for them to just throw away. They would have surely given him a new officer.

But, now completely naked in front of his own class, he felt like he would do whatever he was ordered to. And he couldn't take his eyes away from this girl's exposed skin. Her legs trembled and his cock felt like a divining rod being drawn toward the flesh under her panties.

But he could never fuck her in front of an audience of his students. How would he face them, or face himself if he did?

"Girl, are you ready?" Tammy asked.

"Yes" she claimed quietly.

But it might not have been what she expected. Instead Tammy pulled aside the student's underwear and slid her fingers into the girl's slit. The girl gasped at the intrusion but took it with forbearance.

Tammy fingered the poor student, none too gently, and in the quiet of that hall the sounds of her juices could be heard well past the first row.

Then Tammy turned to John and wiped her fingers off on his erection. Moving back to the girl, Tammy pulled her underwear down around her ankles and then fingered her again, eliciting moans that could not be repressed. Repeating this process twice more, Tammy seemed satisfied that John's cock was finally ready and began playing with it, spreading the cum evenly from his tip to his base.

Tammy then grabbed hold of him by the middle of his penis and dragged him forward. He stumbled ahead so that when he stopped he was inches from the girl's exposed skin.

Tammy continued stroking and only after John made a low moan did she cease her movement and left her hand throttling the base of his member.

"I'm going to leave now," Tammy said, "and you can do whatever you want to do to do," And she let go of his throbbing cock.

The empty feeling of Tammy's hand withdrawing left John desperate for more. The edges of his vision clouded over and all he saw was the student in front of him. The pale, soft skin between her stockings and her plaid skirt. Her pink pussy oozing white in front of him.

John stood there, oblivious to the echoes of Tammy's footsteps on the hard floor as she walked away. The door shut behind her. Whatever happened next was John's choice. And he had already made up his mind.

