All characters depicted are eighteen, or above.
Laura stood in Mr Wilson's office.
"You know why you're here, don't you?" he asked.
"I was just having fun, Sir."
Mr Wilson pointed to Laura's green school skirt.
The traces of sperm were still clearly visible.
He had walked into the boys toilets at lunch time.
Laura had been "entertaining" three male students.
Two had already ejaculated onto her uniform. Mr Wilson had walked in at the exact time, Laura was on her knees, as the third, came all over her blouse.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I really need the money."
"You filthy slut!"
"I'll do anything, as long as you don't tell my parents, Sir."
He pointed to a desk and chair in the middle of the room.
"Sit!" he barked.
Laura, obediently, sat down at the desk.
Mr Wilson handed her two sheets of blank paper, and a pen.
"You will write "I am nothing but a whore" 100 times."
"Yes Sir."
Laura began to write.
Mr Wilson stood over her. He watched the beautiful blonde, with her head down, dutifully, fulfilling her obligations.
Laura looked up at him, and smiled innocently, as she noticed the bulge in his trousers.
As she wrote, she slid her left hand, up her skirt, and began stroking her inner thigh.
Mr Wilson took out his mobile phone. He switched it on. Laura realised he was filming her. She decided she would give him a good show.
She moved her hand up to her damp, red, panties. She began to gently, tease her pussy. She carried on writing, as Mr Wilson lowered his phone, under her desk.
Laura opened her legs, rubbing herself, even harder.
He moved behind her.
She heard him unzip his fly. She kept her head down, and carried on writing.
Mr Wilson began to stroke her hair.
"Mmmm, that feels nice Sir."
She leaned back slightly. She knew what was coming next.
Sure enough, Laura felt his hard cock rubbing against her hair.
She smiled. She put down her pen, loosened her green and gold striped tie, and began undoing the buttons on her cum stained blouse.
"It's so hot in here Sir."
She made sure he had a good view of her lacy red bra, and gorgeous tits.
With his left hand, he continued filming her. With his right, he began to masturbate, rubbing his cock, against her hair.
Laura was getting horny, and very wet.
She began to frig herself. She was still aroused from her lunchtime adventure, and needed to come.
She gently moved his hand away, and took over, wanking him, still, against her gorgeous blonde hair.
Her left hand began to rub her wet pussy, even harder.
She cried out, as she came. Warm cum juice, trickled through her panties, and down her thigh. She was breathless.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Sir. I've made such a mess of the chair!"
"You can lick it clean,later. Now, finish me off."
Laura continued wanking him. She knew it wouldn't be long.
He began to gasp.
Laura turned her face towards his cock. The end was wet, and ready to burst.
She closed her eyes, and smiled, as his hot cum, spurted over her gorgeous face.
He held the phone camera close to her, and filmed her, as she licked, and sucked his cock, until it was totally clean.
He made sure he had a long lasting shot of her cum covered face.
Laura loved it. It had crossed her mind, she would probably enjoy being in the porn industry.
Mr Wilson moved away, and zipped himself up.
He filmed Laura, as she, as instructed, licked her fresh cum juice, off the chair.
She looked so good in her school uniform.
Her arse was in the air. He rubbed his groin against her.
"Ever had a cock in there?" he asked.
Laura giggled.
"What do you think Sir?"
She straightened up, and looked at him.
"Shall I finish my lines Sir?"
"No. You can go, and not a word to anyone."
"What about the film you made, Sir?"
"I shall keep it, to remind me of what a whore you are."
Laura pecked him on the cheek, then stood in front of him, as she took out a tissue, and wiped his sticky cum, off her beautiful face.
"Bye Sir. Thank you for being so lenient."
She left his office, caught the bus home, smiling all the way.
It was two days later, Laura received a text from Mr Wilson.
"We have a problem. Come to my office at four."
When the time came, she knocked on the office door, and entered.
Mr Wilson looked seriously at her.
"Mrs Wilson went through my phone last night. She found our little video."
"Oh my God," said Laura.
"She has demanded that you come to our house and explain yourself."
"But you, played a major part in it!"
"Mrs Wilson has already punished me. She knows my weaknesses, and has her own methods of, shall we say......retribution. You will be there at eight, tomorrow. I shall text you our address."
Laura wondered what Mrs Wilson's "methods of retribution" were.
"What shall I wear?"
"Your school uniform. That way, she might show you more pity."
"What if I refuse to come?"
"Mrs Wilson will make sure a seriously edited version of the video, will go viral. I can assure, you, and only you, will be in the starring role.
Don't test her. She is not bluffing."
"Bitch," muttered Laura.
"You have no idea," he said.
Laura's parents were away for a few days. Luckily, she didn't have to explain why she was going out in the evening, wearing her school uniform.
She gave the taxi driver their address, and arrived, twenty minutes later, at their beautiful house.
She knocked nervously, on their door.
Mr Wilson opened it, and led her into the lounge.
