Alexis

"You dirty little slut. I always thought you'd make a good little boy-whore," he moans. I look up at him and make eye contact, staring up at him innocently. I moan a little "mmm hmm," and continue my sucking.

"That's a good little bitch."

I'm rock hard now, stroking myself through my jeans. Mr. Hughes is pushing almost his entire cock into my throat. I gag a little, but struggle to breath through my nose and relax my throat muscles. I'm making it my mission to give him some of the best head he's ever had.

His hands are pulling at my hair, forcing my head into his mass of pubic hair as his balls slap against my chin. I'm gagging with every thrust he makes, struggling not to vomit.

"Oh fuck yes. Oh god," Mr. Hughes moans. Without warning, I suddenly feel something warm shoot down my throat. It causes me to gag really hard, but when I go to pull my head away, Mr. Hughes forces it back down onto his cock. More of his cum shoots down my throat. It tastes warm and salty-kind of stringy. I gag again, forcing some of it to shoot out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. I swallow what I can, but there's too much, and a little bit more of it dribbles down onto the floor. Mr. Hughes' breathing begins to slow, and he pulls his slick penis from my mouth with a slurping noise. I'm gasping for air.

Mr. Hughes reaches down with his finger and scoops up the cum from my face, shoving it into my mouth roughly. I swallow it diligently. He smiles and zips up his pants.

"Keep that up, and you just might get an A," he says. I smile up at him naughtily.

"Can we do it again sometime?" I ask him. Mr. Hughes' smile gets bigger.

"Of course we can Alex. Maybe we can arrange for a study night at my place this weekend," he says.

"That'd be awesome!" I say. I gather my backpack from the classroom and smile over my shoulder at him.

As I'm walking home, I can still taste the saltiness of the sperm in my mouth. I walk the rest of my way home pleased with myself. I just whored myself out for a better grade, and I love it.