Info - a lil cnc, oral (Fem receiving), embarrassment kink, getting oral in front of people
"I want tooooo," he whined.
"I can't baby, I have to study for the test my professor assigned us," I sighed.
It wasn't that I didn't want to have sex. I had a lot to do and I had put it off long enough. I wished I was so naturally well spoken like Timothée.
"I'll do it, I'll take the test for you," he finally spoke up.
"One," I began, as I opened my notes. "It's a zoom quiz, everyone will be around."
"Two, it's in like ten minutes, it was a surprise quiz."
"That's ridiculous, they can't do that to you," he fussed.
"You're only upset because you want to get laid," I snapped because I was sick of him complaining when I felt so stressed.
"Fine!" He said in exasperation.
I rolled my eyes. The quiz started and I was feeling completely under prepared. I was trying so hard to answer the questions and sound intelligent.
"Can you explain how we can apply our understanding of the central message to the issue of the changing world?" Asked the professor.
"I um-"
I felt a delicious wave of pleasure engulf me. A long lap had been pressed to my panties. The thin fabric was all I was wearing on the bottom.
"Fffff-" I made a shuddering noise.
Timothée was between my legs. He beamed up at me with a cheeky smile. He had both his large palms on my thighs. He was keeping them apart.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"You know you can't resist me."
"Ms. Y/L/n," interrupted my professor.
"Um-"
"We're always changing. Since the beginning of time we've been changing. The question is how we apply morality to it. Once people thought ballpoint pens was too advanced technology. Now we have people trying to fear monger about computers and phones. We have to go within ourselves and figure out our own boundaries and what we hold others to."
"Holy fuck," I mumbled. I muted my microphone and typed up what Timothée said. He was so wise and well spoken and it made my clit swell.
"That's brilliant!" My professor gushed.
I turned my microphone back on because it was required. I was clinging to my desk. Timothée was alternating between kissing my thighs and feasting on my cunt. I was shaking.
"It's a tough time to be alive, economic collapse is in the air. We can practically smell it," I said bravely as Timothée mumbled the words against my pussy lips.
"Good job Ms. Y/L/n," said my professor. "But are you okay? You're breathing heavily and look like you're sweating."
"I'm, ohhhhhhh!" I whined out as he sucked my clit into his mouth harshly. I tried to close my legs but he wrenched them apart.
"I-I!" I nearly wailed and I could see the mortification of the other members of the zoom call.
"Don't pretend you don't love the embarrassment. You'd love them to laugh at how desperate you are. You haven't pushed me away once," Timothée said to me.
"T-Timmy," I gasped. I felt my legs lifting of their own accord, feeling the pleasure crawling towards a crest.
CRASH!
I let out a wonton keen of lust as I came. The wave of bliss crashed over me. I was convulsing as he suckled my clit. His fingers would make bruises in my thighs.
The red faces of my classmates made it even better somehow. I was booted from the call as another whimper was torn from my throat.
Finally, I was able to wrap my legs around him. I humped his mouth as I was enveloped in the afterglow of orgasm.
"I wonder what grade you'll get," Timothée chuckled as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
"Don't care if I get a zero," I slurred as I lay there in complete satisfaction.
