After School Humiliation

Author note: this is a redo of the series I had previously started. I felt there wasn't really anywhere interesting to go and I hadn't planned anything out ahead of time. This is a similar story but hopefully a little better thought out for it to continue.

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Heather Daniels politely smiled; her hands clasped in front of her. Seated on the other side of the wooden desk was a student of hers, slouched in his chair. The room was silent, only containing the two of them. Even as the silence stretched for longer than comfortable, Miss Daniels held her smile and only raised her eyebrows a little. She may not have been in the teaching profession for as long as her colleagues but she was no stranger to dealing with petulant men. Her patience was rewarded as the young man across from her gave in, finally responding to the question she'd asked.

"What do I see as the biggest barrier to my success at this school? Honestly Miss Daniels, I'd have to say the cafeteria food."

Heather's smile widened a little despite herself. Dave, the student across from her, was not the type to make this kind of thing easy.

"Today is Taco Tuesday, Dave. If tacos are what's preventing you from doing your homework then that is something we can fix."

Dave smiled back at her. "You'd think its impossible to screw up a taco but Highland manages."

Encouraged, Heather saw her opportunity. "Aside from the tacos, what else do we at Highland screw up?"

Dave snorted. "Oh, you're good," he shot back.

"Well, I do do this for a living." Heather paused a moment, leaning forward a little. "Dave, I know this isn't the first time a faculty member has had this discussion with you. But it is the first time you've had this discussion with me."

This seemed to give Dave some real pause. "Fine then. What screw up would you like to talk about first? Home life? Getting into that fight last week?"

"I'm not a therapist, Dave. I want three things from you." She held up her hand, holding up three fingers.

"One, stop disrupting my class and distracting the other students. Two, start turning in your homework again. I know you can do it, you just aren't. Three... stop getting into fights with the other students."

At that last point, Dave's expression darkened a little. "You know, that asshole deserved it."

Heather nodded sympathetically. "I heard that he antagonized you, but that doesn't-"

"Did you hear that he fingered my girlfriend during lunch break? Or that they'd been fucking for the last two months?"

Heather knew the correct response to this was to rebuke his language, tell him that he couldn't talk about other students with that language in front of her. But, as someone who happened to know the ex girlfriend he was talking about as a shy, studious wallflower she instead just blurted out the word: "Anne?"

Dave saw her expression and laughed. "What, you don't keep up with your student's sex lives? And here I was saying you were good at your job."

Annoyed at herself for slipping up like that, she said. "Maybe instead of talking about, um, that, we could instead go to the exciting topic of calculus homework."

Dave shrugged, still smiling a little. "If you insist."

Feeling as though she had broken the ice enough, they moved into the safer topic of Dave's poor academic performance as of late. Dave obliged, answering earnestly when she asked him how much of this semester's course load he had really absorbed. As she had expected, he fit the stereotype of a smart student who didn't apply himself.

As they continued into their conversation, Heather felt a building sense of excitement wash over her. This was her third year teaching but her first at Highland Academy. She had jumped into teaching right after graduation to a public school, knowing that this kind of position was not something she could have reasonably expected to get out of college. A well-timed vacancy along with a family member's friendship with a school board member had gotten her in the door. As confident in her abilities as she was, it was hard not to feel a little intimidated by rest of the faculty. The expectation for student performance were considerably higher than what she was used to and she yearned for an opportunity to show she could hold her own. And with how well this after-hours one on one was going with this year's most troubled student, she may have found it.

Dave, for his part, seemed to be participating in earnest. After about twenty minutes of the conversation, he was willing to ask for her help on something. "Alright, I guess I do have a question about today's homework." He fished a worksheet from his backpack. Pointing at it, he continued. "I don't quite understand what this question is asking."

Heather strained to see across the desk for a moment. "Hold on," she told him as she scooted her chair around the desk to be next to his. She read the question he was pointing at. "Okay, that one is a little tricky. Let's think about what we learned today."

Dave smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, about that..."

Heather sighed. "What distracted you this time?"

He put up his hands defensively. "There is one distraction that does constantly disrupt my learning." His voice had taken a more serious tone.

Heather listened intently. "What?"

He flicked his eyes downwards. "Those jeans. They fit a little too tight."

Heather blushed instantly. "Oh. Well..."

Dave laughed. "I'm kidding, of course." He quickly added, "I focus way better when you wear those."

Heather anxiously laughed, almost out of reflex. Her train of thought lost, she stared down at the worksheet. A couple seconds later it hit her. 'What are you doing? Do NOT let him talk to you like that.' She cleared her throat, trying to think of a rebuke but coming up with nothing.

She turned toward Dave, noting that he was staring at her intently. Before she could say anything, she heard him mutter "fuck it" and leaned in. She didn't pull away or lean in, just passively sat there as his lips made contact with hers. She wasn't sure how long had elapsed when became conscious of his hands on her wrists. Without even realizing it, he was moving them towards his lap. He then pressed them down, letting her feel the outline of his dick through his pants on one of her palms as it contoured around the lump. She felt as though there was a distant alarm going off in her brain, begging her to respond to the obviously terrible situation happening. At the same time, she was conscious of how incredibly horny this setup was making her. An inane justification came to mind, 'I'm not doing anything, I'm just letting him do it to me.' She pressed down harder, letting him pull her closer to him as his tongue explored inside her mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled away. He stood up from his chair, now looming over her. "Jesus, you are one hot fucking piece of ass," she heard him say. With that, he unzipped his pants and quickly guided his erect cock from the newly exposed hole in his underwear. The sudden appearance of a dick dangling in front of her face sent a jolt through her entire body. This entire thing had felt weirdly muted, almost unreal. The range of expected emotions were suddenly racing through her head, turning her pale face a bright red. A few minutes ago she'd been lecturing him, now he was grinning down at her as his dick waved in her face. The earlier paralysis was fading, replaced by a urgent need to not let this happen.

She managed to get out a single word. "Dave-", but her sputtering was cut off as he slapped his cock across her face, first sideways and then having it bounce repeatedly off her forehead. "You are fucking dirty," Dave gasped out, having completely lost any self control at the sight of Heather's pretty face flushed with color. Unsatiated, he let out a groan as he grabbed his own shaft, tracing his tip from the bridge of her nose onto her left cheek and finally across her full lips. The smell and bitter taste was enough to finally pierce through the stunned reverie she'd been in since he'd kissed her. The sensation of arousal was replaced entirely by panic and utter humiliation. He wasn't even trying to fuck her properly, he was using her face like an object.

Not picking up on the sudden change in demeanor, Dave grabbed ahold of her head with both hands. The moment Heather opened her mouth to refuse, he drove his cock into her in a single rough motion. Heather gagged hard as it slammed into the back of her throat, instantly trigger her gag reflex and causing her eyes to water. She pulled her head backwards as hard as she could, pushing against his stomach. Dave to yelped in pain, having had Heather's teeth painfully scrape against his shaft on the way out. "What the fuck?", he cried out as he clutched onto his wounded penis. "I didn't even have a chance to-".

"Get the fuck out." Heather shakily rose to her feet, her chair toppling with the sudden movement. She turned away, unable to meet his gaze as she coughed. Dave just stood there, mouth a little agape with his genitals still poking from his pants.

"Uh, what? Sorry it went so deep, I got a little carried away." After a pause, he helpfully added "I turned 18 this last August, if that's why you're so-"

She rounded on him with an expression of pure spite. "I said, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CLASSROOM. You'll be lucky if I don't call the police." She spit the words at him as much malice as she could muster.

Dave looked surprised for a moment before his features twisted into derision. "Yeah, sure. Let's get the police involved in this. 'Hey, 911, I was sucking my students dick when he put it in too deep."

Heather's face remained the deep scarlet it had been for the last few minutes. "I wasn't-sucking- anything! YOU kissed me and YOU pulled it out-" she was cut off this time by another coughing fit.

Finally sliding his dick back into his pants, he waved dismissively. "Whatever. Crazy fucking tease" He snatched up his backpack as he stomped over to the door. Swinging the door open, he sarcastically called back to her. "Thanks for the one on one, Miss Daniels!" He walked out, only to duck his head back in a few seconds later. "Oh, you have something on your face, just so you know."

Sitting back down behind her desk, Heather screamed internally. Pulling out her phone, she opened the camera app in portrait mode. She was a mess, her face disheveled and a wet sheen across her cheek and nose. Hurriedly damping herself with tissues and matting her heir back into place as best she could, she tried her hardest not to think about what had just happened.

She made her way out the door a few minutes after Dave, head down and heading straight for the staff parking lot at a brisk walk. As she walked out she passed by a group of students heading over to some after school club, one of whom was a girl in the same class as Dave. Part of her was sure that they would somehow already know, that maybe Dave had already ran through the halls and high fiving everyone while bragging about his latest exploit. None of them reacted out of place as Heather passed by them but the tension in her stomach did little to abate. As she reached the faculty door, her hand paused on the handle. 'My life is over', ran through her head again and again. Dave was a twerp who had just fucked a hot teacher, every pervy teens dream. It was a guarantee he would he tell his friends.

Turning around, she moved back towards her room. Him being a senior, he could drive his own car which would be parked in a different lot. As she made her way there, she passed by her room and heard something to her left. Turning she saw Dave exiting from a nearby bathroom, not seeing her as her sauntered off. Heather hurried to catch up, wondering for a moment why he had gone straight to the bathroom. The realization that he hadn't had a chance to finish hit her as she caught up.

"Dave." She called out from behind him. He jumped, suddenly wheeling around.

"Oh, uh. Hi, Miss Daniels." He had clearly calmed down since his departure from her room.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

He still looked a bit startled but couldn't resist a grinning a little at Heather's sudden change in attitude.

"Sure thing."

Back in her room, she shut the door and spun towards him. "I'm... sorry that I got so upset with you. It's just.. you know... this could really be a problem for me." She forced herself to keep eye contact, smile a little as she said it. Not her first rodeo putting on the charm for a guy like this, but definitely the most degrading.

"Yeah, uh, no problem." A moment of silence hung between them. "It's just, you know, I didn't think I was doing anything wrong, it seemed like you were in to it."

Fighting down the urge to yell at him again, she kept her shy smile plastered on. "I was, at first. Look, I made a big mistake. You're my student and I shouldn't have let it go that far. I just need to know that you'll, uh, look out for me." She reached out and clasped his hand.

"Of course, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble." He shifted a bit. "But do you think we could, maybe, do this--."

Still holding his hand, shook her head. "No, Dave, sorry. Like I said, this was a big mistake. This can't happen again."

He looked down at her hand and back at her. After a long pause, he said "Ok, miss Daniels. I won't tell anyone."

Finally taking her hand back from his, she let out a big sigh. "Just to put this behind us, I'll be telling the principle that this was a very productive meeting." Dave smirked at this, Heather forced out a small laugh in reciprocation. "And that you've agreed to be on your best behavior from here on out."

"You've convinced me," Dave teasingly replied.

Letting it end there was extremely tempting, but Heather forced herself to keep going. "Thanks, Dave. Really." As he once again turned to leave her room she steeled herself to play her strongest card. "Maybe once you've graduated, we can meet up." He glanced back, arrogant grin still plastered across his face. "Maybe," she emphasized. He nodded and continued out the door.

As he left her room again, she felt a little tension leave her body. The shame of dangling her pussy as a bribe for his discretion weighed on her mind on top of everything else. The events played out in her mind over and over again. Why hadn't she reacted when he kissed her? At least she could be somewhat confident he wouldn't go blabbing to everyone. It would be his word against hers- but still something to be avoided at all costs. As long as she could keep him quiet for a few weeks at least, it would ruin any credibility if he tried to tell anyone later.

At home, she was relieved to find that she made it back before her boyfriend. After a quick shower, she felt the nausea recede to a more tolerable level. Sitting on her couch, she started at the ceiling. The events still ran on a loop in her head, the emotions she felt still fresh. In particular, the moment she looked up at him as his dick wiped across her face held a particular potency. It was crass, completely disgusting and utterly disrespectful to her worth as a human being for him to even think about doing that to her. It was also... she stopped herself. Better not go there. Think about something else. Which, she realized, would be easier if she wasn't still so unbelievably horny. Checking the time, she knew her boyfriend wouldn't be home for another hour. Sighing, she slid her hand downwards. 'Not my proudest moment', though as she closed her eyes.

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Dave felt a kind of euphoria he hadn't had since he lost his virginity over a year ago. Much like Heather, the events of that evening were also looping endlessly in his head. "Who knew you were actually the slut we all fantasized about," he mused as he pictured that pleading look in her eyes when she begged him not to tell anyone. He still hadn't entirely made up his mind on that matter.

At home now, he was lounging back onto his bed when he fished out his phone. He'd already viewed the video he'd recorded once but he relished doing it again in the privacy of his room. It started with a view of Miss Daniels bottom half, discreetly taken under the table during their conversation. It was a shame she wasn't wearing a skirt today, he lamented. He'd had no idea how far he'd be able to take it when he'd first had the idea to start filming. He had really just wanted to make some dirty jokes and see what her reaction was. 'If I'm gonna get kicked out from this shithole, why not have some fun?' He'd shoved his phone into his pocket when she moved from her side of the desk to his, letting it still keep recording. Black screen but clear enough audio. He stared intently at that black space, filling in the missing video with his memories. His dick, rubbing over that gorgeous face as it started up at him. The sensation hitting the back of her throat, even if it only lasted a second.

He'd considered showing her after she'd tracked him down. In fact, he was sure he would have done just that if he hadn't just relieved himself in the bathroom. Maybe he'd also have a little talk about her attitude while she finished what she'd started. He was glad he hadn't, as it was so much better to think through what he'd do next. Getting kicked out of an insufferable private school hadn't phased him before. He'd go back to his friends at the public school he'd made in middle school, coast through his classes for his last year of high school. Things were a little different now. He imagining Miss Daniels standing at the whiteboard, only a couple feet from where it had happened. She really was something, pale sharp features with a slender frame that accentuated her other assets. This was some real academic motivation, he realized.

While these thoughts raced through his head, he did feel an unexpected twinge of regret. He kept coming back to her smile, her shocked expression when he'd told her about what happened with Ann. He knew what fuck me eyes looked like, and they looked like hers had when he leaned over to kiss her. The sight of her face in that moment had driven him into a bit of a frenzy, he could admit to himself. She was young, just passed her mid twenties. And those perfect features...

He sighed as he rolled off the bed and shuffled over to his computer. He had a lot of homework to catch up on if he was going to keep his spot at Highland. But he knew one thing for sure, he wasn't going to wait until his graduation to take Heather up on her offer for his silence.