"Transiet per mecamo praesidium", M

From Create Your Own Story

"Transiet per...mecamo praesidium," You struggled to remember the phrase Johnson had asked for, your mind racing as you desperately tried to recall. Finally, you blurted out the words, hoping they would be enough to satisfy him. Johnson grunted, apparently satisfied with your response, and continued with the lesson. But even as relief washed over you, a small voice inside questioned whether you were truly safe from his suspicions. You couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in your stomach as he continued with the lesson.

"Saved by the bell," you thought, your heart pounding as you tried to regain your composure. You could feel Alex smirking beneath the desk – that little minx knew exactly what they were doing. But for now, the game continued, and you were still in it.

"Good boy," Alex whispered, their hot breath tickling your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Such a smart boy getting that hard, hard question right. You deserve a reward~" Their hand began to move faster along your shaft, the sudden increase in speed making your head spin. You forced yourself to focus on the mundane details of the classroom - the clock's second hand ticking away, the slight scuff marks on Johnson's shoes, the way the sunlight filtered through the blinds. Anything to keep from crying out as you felt that familiar tension building within you. "Keep it together," you pleaded with yourself, fighting to maintain control. Your hands gripped the sides of your desk until your knuckles turned white, and you could feel sweat beading on your brow.

"Almost there," Alex murmured, their voice laced with satisfaction. "I'm so proud of you for keeping up with the class while I do this." Their praises only heightened your arousal, pushing you closer to the edge. The sound of chalk scratching against the board became your lifeline, each word Johnson wrote grounding you as you teetered on the brink. Desperately, you tried to match your breathing to the rhythm of his writing, inhaling and exhaling slowly, willing yourself to stay silent as your climax approached.

"Here it comes," Alex cooed, their fingers never faltering in their relentless pace. "My clever, clever boy." And with that final compliment, you couldn't hold back any longer – you came, biting your lip so hard you were sure it would leave a mark. Alex dilligently caught your cum in his hand, and aimed the spray to his fingers, licking up any evidence before it could drip to the floor or catch on his clothes. He was immensely pleased with himself you realised, as he happily watched how your cock kept twitching.

As the aftershocks rippled through your body, you slumped back in your chair, utterly spent. Somehow, miraculously, no one seemed to have noticed the illicit act taking place beneath the desk. With a wink and a grin, Alex slid their hand free and sat back up, looking every bit as composed as if they'd just been taking notes like a model student.

"Wasn't that fun?" they whispered, amusement dancing in their eyes. "I knew you could do it – my smart, sexy boy."

Finish listening to Johnsons class trying not to think about what you'd just done