UCF Professor Quinn teaches his class the importance of proper academic conduct - By Destitute
Professor Quinn angrily strode in his classroom, staring at each and every single one of his students. He knew what they'd done, and they knew that he knew, the tension was thick as the anticipation for the Professor's angry burst was swelling. Infact the swelling anticipation was comparable to the swelling sexual frustration each and every single one of the students felt, to be demeaned and yelled at by their superior was... exciting.
"You're all done for, cheating on a final exam!?"
Small amounts of pre-cum left the dicks of the male students, who collectively began to rub their knees together, trying to relieve some of the pain their dicks were causing them.
"I am disappointed in all of you, my own students! Cheating on a test! Not one, not two, all of you!"
The girls dove their hands into their pants, digging their fingers deep into their clits, the boys did the same with their cocks, as they all began to groan and moan.
One of them spoke up, "Professor we're..." he huffed and puffed, "we're sorry sir, we just really wanted to see you get angry at us."
The professor yelled back, "You dirty whores, you know very well you can just ask."
"But it's just not the same" one of them whined, "you're so much better when you're REALLY angry."
The professor began to unbuckle his pants, as time felt like it froze for the students as they saw their professor's giant monster cock flop out of his pants, hard and pulsating with sheer anger.
"Each and every one of you are going to clean this cock of all it's smegma, got it!?"
They rushed out of their seats and began sliding their tongues up and down the professor's shaft, a few of the lucky ones sucked on the tip of his penis, breathing in the fermented dick cheese.
"You, Jeffrey, you're responsible for ass duty."
The young man whined but complied with his master's demand anyway, ass duty didn't provide the same sustenance as the smegma did.
Jeffrey plunged his fist up the professor's asshole, grabbing onto every thick piece of dried shit he could find, watching with discontent at the other students who were cleaning of Professor Quinn's cock. Suddenly he felt his hand being forced out of the ass, and he realized his terrible mistake.
It had prolapsed. He watched the red sock climb out of the wrinkled ass and felt his heart skip a beat as blood began to drip out, Quinn had noticed.
"You fucked up BOY!"
Quinn slammed down the poor cleaner onto the floor and removed his cock from the rest of the class, who all vocalized their discontent. He lined up the cock against the poor student's ass, and penetrated, giving him no time to ready himself.
The monster cock tore apart Jeffrey's rectum and burst out of his stomach, and Jeffrey died a terrible death.
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Professor Quinn angrily strode in his classroom, staring at each and every single one of his students. He knew what they'd done, and they knew that he knew, the tension was thick as the anticipation for the Professor's angry burst was swelling. Infact the swelling anticipation was comparable to the swelling sexual frustration each and every single one of the students felt, to be demeaned and yelled at by their superior was... exciting.
"You're all done for, cheating on a final exam!?"
Small amounts of pre-cum left the dicks of the male students, who collectively began to rub their knees together, trying to relieve some of the pain their dicks were causing them.
"I am disappointed in all of you, my own students! Cheating on a test! Not one, not two, all of you!"
The girls dove their hands into their pants, digging their fingers deep into their clits, the boys did the same with their cocks, as they all began to groan and moan.
One of them spoke up, "Professor we're..." he huffed and puffed, "we're sorry sir, we just really wanted to see you get angry at us."
The professor yelled back, "You dirty whores, you know very well you can just ask."
"But it's just not the same" one of them whined, "you're so much better when you're REALLY angry."
The professor began to unbuckle his pants, as time felt like it froze for the students as they saw their professor's giant monster cock flop out of his pants, hard and pulsating with sheer anger.
"Each and every one of you are going to clean this cock of all it's smegma, got it!?"
They rushed out of their seats and began sliding their tongues up and down the professor's shaft, a few of the lucky ones sucked on the tip of his penis, breathing in the fermented dick cheese.
"You, Jeffrey, you're responsible for ass duty."
The young man whined but complied with his master's demand anyway, ass duty didn't provide the same sustenance as the smegma did.
Jeffrey plunged his fist up the professor's asshole, grabbing onto every thick piece of dried shit he could find, watching with discontent at the other students who were cleaning of Professor Quinn's cock. Suddenly he felt his hand being forced out of the ass, and he realized his terrible mistake.
It had prolapsed. He watched the red sock climb out of the wrinkled ass and felt his heart skip a beat as blood began to drip out, Quinn had noticed.
"You fucked up BOY!"
Quinn slammed down the poor cleaner onto the floor and removed his cock from the rest of the class, who all vocalized their discontent. He lined up the cock against the poor student's ass, and penetrated, giving him no time to ready himself.
The monster cock tore apart Jeffrey's rectum and burst out of his stomach, and Jeffrey died a terrible death.
Shut the fuck up toxic ass bean cum
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world