Caught Wet Handed - Innocent High - Teamskeet

As the school bell rang, signalling the end of class, I gathered my things and prepared to leave. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty; I couldn't wait to get out of there. Suddenly, disaster struck: my vibrator tumbled out of my bag and crashed onto the floor. There was no way to play it off as if nothing had happened.

Mr. Pokerpoon, the old perverted teacher who seemed to lurk around every corner, was quick to notice my predicament. He called me out on it and demanded an explanation. Scrambling for a lie, I came up with something hasty, but he wasn't fooled. Instead of reprimanding me or turning me in, he offered me an alternative: sex for silence.

Desperate and fearing the consequences, I reluctantly agreed. I knew that if I didn't, he might expose me and ruin any chances I had of keeping this dirty secret. So, there I was, on my knees in front of Mr. Pokerpoon, taking his massive cock into my mouth and sucking on it like a pro. It tasted salty and musky, and the thought of it being inside me made me shiver with anticipation.

His hands gripped my hair tightly as he moaned in pleasure. I could feel his cock throbbing against the inside of my cheeks and the back of my throat. The smell of his arousal filled the air, making it difficult for me to breathe. After what felt like an eternity, he finally came, spewing his hot, sticky load all over my face.

As he recovered and pulled his cock out of my mouth, I quickly stood up, wiping the semen off my face with my shirt. He nodded to me, seemingly satisfied with our agreement. I managed to escape from his clutches, my heart racing and my mind reeling from the experience. It was a close call, but I had survived. Not only that, but I also knew that I couldn't keep going down this path; I had to find a way out of this mess before someone really got hurt.