Keep watching, but don't touch yourself
From Create Your Own Story
This was insane, there was no other way to describe it.
For as much as you wanted to join in, get off yourself to the porno acting out in fron of you, you knew the risk of getting caught was just way too high if you started to let your hand pump away at your hardening rod. You were so turned on that you were dripping wet, and you wished it was your mouth wrapped around that cock instead. Which cock? It was hard to tell if your mouth was watering at the idea of ducking between Alex's legs or being just as unhealthy as Alex and tasting your teacher. We think strange things when we're horny, and you knew you'd gotten off to weirder things on the internet.
Circling your fingers in patterns over your clothes to keep them occupied and away from your core, your hand works in time with Alex's movements. Alex kept nodding his head, starting off slow but quickly increasing the pace until he was almost choking on it. But he didn't seem to mind, making pleasurable noises while his hand played with Johnson's testicles and his other hand gripped onto his hip for balance. Alex appeared to be enjoying himself, letting out soft moans as he took more and more of Johnson's hard cock into his mouth.
It was so hot having such a front row seat. Clearly, Johnson agreed. He began thrusting his hips, using one hand to steady himself on the desk, and the other to grab onto Alex's dark strands. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, grunts, and moans as Johnson thrust his hips and Alex's hair was pulled in response. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, along with the creaking of the desk under their weight. Johnson's tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, the taste of salt lingering on his tongue from their exertions. There is a hint of bitterness from the adrenaline coursing through their bodies.
Alex's little whimpers joined the chorus of noises in the room, muffled gargles as he bobbed desperately.
"Fuck, Alex. Swallow, don't you dare fucking spit," Johnson hissed, picking up his speed and burying himself into the warm opening of Alex's mouth. He grunted, hips stuttering as he came down the back of his throat, his hand holding onto the desk slipping and joining its other in Alex's hair, pressing the student into his pelvis and holding him there as he rode out his high. Alex moaned around the shaft, swallowing as he was told.
As Johnson's breathing slowly returned to normal, he pulled out of Alex's mouth and stepped back, zipping up his pants and tucking himself back into his boxers. Panting and practically trembling as he looked down at the wincing but satisfied student. "Good job." He murmured, and Alex gave a pleased sigh, licking his lips before looking up at Johnson with a happy smile. Alex, still on his knees, shifted in place, forcing himself off of the floor his humm came out graveled.
Johnson pulls out a packet of tissues from his pocket to offer to Alex, who kindly accepts one and dabs it at his plump lips, grinning that cheshire grin only Alex could ever pull off. With a clear head, you're able to really take in the aftermath of the situation.
Looking at each other, you can tell that neither of them felt any shame or guilt over what had just happened. Johnson was happy to have been able to help Alex pass his class and Alex was happy that he got the pleasure of sucking Johnson's cock. Johnson didn't even seem like there was any actual threat behind his words when he told Alex that he'd need to do this every week for the rest of the semester if he wanted to maintain a passing grade. He said it like he didn't even have to. Whether it was part of the game , or he ust knew Alex wasn't going to say no to his demands you couldn't say.
Alex simply smiled, nodding in agreement as Johnson ran down his expectations for him before finally they both began leaving the office, still feeling the aftermath of their encounter. Just in time to realize you really should get out of here before you get caught, you beat them to the door, tumbling back out into the hall and hurriedly fixed your appearance.
You release the spells keeping you hidden and twirl around in time to see Johnson marching out of the doors. He doesn't even spare you a second glance. Your mouth feels dry as you swallow nervously, tasting the remnants of arousal still lingering on your tongue.
"Oh hey there, sweetheart. How long have you been out here?" Alex questions, a knowing look plastered across his face.
Play ignorant, he can't call you out without dropping himself in it
