Mr Jackson stared, melancholic into the whiteboards interface, its rounded of edges heated Mr Jackson's libido. He walked up to and took in every usb port.
"Hey Alexa" he said
"Hello" Alexa robotically stated back. "What can I help you with today?"
"I need you, to help yourself. To me" And with that his clothes were ripped off, nothing but the strongest, highest boxers stood in the way of him and the panel.
"Talk dirty to me Alexa!"
"I'm sorry I don't understand?" It stated.
"Oh don't worry Alexa, what we're doing you don't need to understand"
"I'm sorry I don't un..!"
The tip of his 40 inch cock plunged into the whiteboard briefly short circuiting Alexa with pre-cum.
He pulled it out bleeding, but his masochism forced his subconscious to keep thrusting over and over again.
He snatched the Alexa from the side desk and pulled up the lanyard photo of the sixth form class. Hot and over the age of consent. "Alexa! Play white noise!" As it came on he inserted her up and back and up and back and up and back his arsehole.
He pumped his cock still in and out of the usb drive, his head peered around the corner to see the image, all the while pumping the makeshift Alexa vibrator.
A scream to his far right. A scream to his left. The end of the break bell rang sternly through the crisp horridly quiet air. His year 7 class at the door. The open, blind free widow, overlooking the quad to his right. Students, from what seemed like every angle, looked at him.
