Male or Shemale, Still a Slut

"No need, I've seen all I need to," he interrupted me with, "You have detention with me tomorrow after school. 3 PM, don't be late." With that he left me trying to wipe the cum off my face.

I wish I could say I spent the next day dreading detention, or that I felt guilty, or something along those lines. But I can't. I assumed I'd go in and sit there for a while and Mr. Roberts would think about fucking me. I was wrong. I walked into Mr. Roberts' room to find it empty, until the door swung shut behind me and I spun around to find Mr. Roberts stroking a rapidly hardening cock.

I would have yelled if it weren't for two things: 1) I was almost hypnotized by his large cock, definitely bigger than anything I'd ever seen, and 2) our school cancelled band the year before, and Mr. Roberts ended up with the old band room. The sound proofed band room. "Both of us know that you aren't sorry for your actions and that no amount of detention will make you sorry. I figured we could both enjoy this time. So, why don't you drop down into the position I found you in and get to work?"

Before I could reply he put both his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. I think I was still in shock a bit, because I did what he asked and grabbed his dick and began to stroke it. Soon it was it's full length, easily 8" and thick. He put his hands on the back of my head and guided it into my mouth. The instincts I'd been honing the last few years took over and I began to suck his dick like a pro. He let out a bit of a moan as I began to flit my tongue over his cock, enjoying the copious amounts of pre-cum leaking out. It was obvious he'd been looking forward to this.

In no time at all, or so it seemed, I could feel his cock begin to throb in my mouth. He began to shoot load after load into my throat, although it was definitely more than I could swallow and it began to spill out and down my chin.

"Clothes off, bitch," He said as he withdrew his cock from my mouth.