Ruby is Caught On Camera by the Band Teacher

There’s a camera in the band room to keep people from sneaking in to steal instruments. The camera is hooked up to a little video screen in Mr. Jeffries’s office. I made sure of that part, because I wanted to know who would be watching Thursday afternoon when I slid my pink panties off and leaned back on the cellist’s chair to spread my creamy thighs. I had picked that chair to ensure the camera had the best view. I pushed my pleated gray skirt up to my waist and dipped my fingers into the shaved pink flower of my pussy. 

“Ohhhh, yes,” I moaned, pumping my fingers into my pussy. “Ohhhh, I need that hard cock.”

I didn’t specify whose cock I needed as I wiggled my hips and fucked myself with my fingers. I pulled my sweater vest and blouse up from my slender abdomen and over the plump pale mounds of my breasts. My pink nipples were hard and I made sure to play with them as I made myself cum. I’d let my scarlet hair down and it fell over the back of the chair. I made myself cum twice, arching on the chair and thrusting against my fingers. I was sure it would be quite a scene for anyone watching on the camera.

It’s Friday now, the day after my little show, and judging by the red face of Mr. Jeffrey’s and the occasional glances he is throwing my way, I think he received my message. I play the flute with particular relish as he directs our band practice. I make sure that every time he cuts his eyes in my direction he sees my big, blue eyes staring back at him over the rims of my glasses. 

Some of you might be wondering why I’m teasing Mr. Jeffries. Is it because I think he’s hot? No. He’s a shlubby, balding, graying guy with a belly and a nose that’s too big. He wears cheap brown suit jackets and trousers that look like they’re from the 1980s. Is it because I need a better grade? As if. I have straight A’s in all my classes and I only had to give one blowjob to guarantee that. For money? Not above earning some extra cash on the side the dirty way, I’ve done it before, but that’s not it.

No, when it comes to Mr. Jeffries I have one thing on my mind and it is straining the front of his unfashionable trousers and bulging down his left leg. A few of us girls have noticed it during band practice. Mr. Jeffries, boring and old and not very good looking at all, seems to have a giant cock. And I intend to be the first girl in the senior class to find out exactly how big.

The tension between me and Mr. Jeffries is as thick as that man-pipe he has stuffed down his pants leg, but the old goof doesn’t say anything all practice. Even when I mess up, he doesn’t draw attention to it or scold me like he normally does. The bell rings to end the period and the students pack up their instruments and gather at the door. I take my time packing up my flute and everyone is filing out by the time I have the case closed. I snap the latches and look up just in time to see Mr. Jeffries disappear into his office.

What a wimp, right? Well, I am not going to be ignored. I make sure the door is locked to the band room and then double back to his office. I linger just outside the door. I can hear him breathing heavily and clicking a mouse. After a moment, I hear my own voice echoing in the band room as he plays the recording of me fucking myself with my fingers. I hear the clink of a belt and the zip of his trousers. He grunts and I know he is jacking off to my video. 

I peak around the corner and I see him with his thick red cock gripped tightly in his hand. It is huge! Like nearly as thick as my wrist and as long as my forearm. How does he walk around with something like that in his pants? I bite my lip and resist the urge to stuff my fingers in my panties and start masturbating to the sight of Mr. Jeffries pumping his hand on his monster meatpole. 

No, my plan was to get hands-on with Mr. Jeffries, and I’m not about to back out. I take a deep breath and step into his office. 

“Hey, Mr. Jeffries,” I say. He scrambles to cover up, pulling his shirt out from his waist and trying to hide that gigantic cock under it. His trousers are clearly unzipped and his face is so red it’s almost purple.

“Ruby!” He cries, swiveling in his chair and trying to turn away from me. “Ruby, you need to go. You can’t be in here right now.”

I walk over to him, ignoring his demand as I lean down to get a good look at his computer screen.

“Oh, good, you saw my video,” I say. “I was hoping you would catch me and maybe bring me back here and spank my little butt.”

I flip the back of my skirt up and wiggle my hips, showing him my round, teenage ass covered in my tight white panties. 

“Then after you give me a good spanking you’d give me a good dicking. But… you could barely even look at me all music class.”

He reaches past me and shuts his computer off. 

“Ruby, you have to get out of here,” he hisses. “I’ll lose my job.”

I give him a pouting look as I pull my sweater vest off over my head and toss it aside. I gaze into his eyes and unbutton my blouse. His mouth falls open as he stares in wonder at my lusciously pert teenage tits barely contained by my white bra with the little red heart pattern on the cups. 

“Aren’t I worth the risk?” I ask, flipping the straps of my bra off my shoulders and reaching back to unbuckle it. I free my soft, creamy breasts and he stares in amazement, a drop of sweat rolling down from his receding hairline and slipping down his cheek. He looks like he’s going to have a stroke. But it’s my turn. 

I get down on my knees and turn his chair towards me. I push his hands away from his bunched up shirt covering his cock. He doesn’t fight me.

“I could tell it was huge,” I say, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it back to reveal his enormous red cock with its fat glans and trickling precum. It jerks and thumps against his round belly inside his white undershirt. “This is ridiculous, Mr. Jeffries. You’re walking around with a cock like this and you don’t want to share it with any of the girls in the senior class?”

“Lose… lose my job…” He mutters, staring in wide-eyed shock as my small hands grip his enormous cock. I stroke it slowly, leaning down and pushing a lock of scarlet hair out of my face. I run my tongue over the glistening lollipop of his cockhead. He lets out a groan of pleasure and his eyes almost roll back in his head. He manages to gasp, “You can’t.”

It’s the last resistance Mr. Jeffries offers. Once my soft lips are wrapped around his cock head and I’m teasing his salty slit with the tip of my tongue I don’t hear any complaints. I look up at him, fluttering my lashes as I moan around his cock, “Mmmmmmm.” 

“Oh… oh… god,” he groans. 

I take him deeper into my mouth, my lips around him and my tongue curling beneath his glans as I begin to bob up and down on his cock. My drool coats his shaft and drips down into his boxer shorts and all over his fat, hairy balls. I reach down into his boxers to massage them as I give him the best blowjob he has probably had since he was a high school student. For a few seconds at least his little office is filled with my wet slurping and his increasingly heavy breathing. 

He’s practically shaking as he chokes out, “I’m going to… ohh…”

I squeeze his cock tightly at the base and slip my mouth off his cockhead, trailing spit to his twitching tool.

“Oh no you don’t,” I see, taking a moment to catch my breath. “You don’t get to cum until I get to cum.”

“Ohhhh shit,” he moans. I hold his cock tightly until I am certain he has been denied his orgasm. I stand up and slip my panties down my slender legs, down my kneesocks and I step out of them one foot at a time. I lift my skirt playfully and show him a quick glimpse of my shaved pussy. It’s very wet from thinking about that cock. I climb onto his lap and straddle his lap, reaching down to grasp his huge cock. “Are you ready, Mr. Jeffries?”

“No, Ruby, I’m fairly certain I will never be reeaaaaaaaaHHHH!”

I interrupt him by sliding down onto his cock, stretching my tight, pink pussy on his huge, throbbing cock. I slide down his fat shaft until I feel his balls brushing against my cuntlips. Oh, god, he stretches me so good that I almost cum from letting his big dick open me up. I take a few seconds to catch my breath again and give Mr. Jeffries my best smile of satisfaction. 

“Has anyone ever told you,” I begin to ride up his cock almost to the tip before letting my pussy settle back down his throbbing length, “that you have an enormous cock?”

“A few… few have… oh god, Ruby, it’s so good. You’re so tight.”

“Fuck,” I pant, beginning to move my hips a little faster. I grab his hands and pull them around to my ass. He gets the message and holds my firm cheeks as I start to ride his huge cock. My pussy is stretching to the limit and he’s bumping my cervix, but oh my god, it feels so amazing. I bounce my teenage titties in his face as I ride my clutching cunt up and down his huge cock. I whine with pleasure, “Yeah, Mr. Jeffries. That’s it. Ohhh… oh yeah, fuck me.”

He squeezes my ass and gets a stupid grin on his face. He starts awkwardly thrusting into me from below, making his chair creak and move with each thrust. I’m still doing most of the work, but god bless him, he’s trying. He even sticks out his tongue so that each time my breasts smack against his face they collide with his tongue. He gives my nipples a few nice licks as I feel my orgasm begin to rise.

“Ruby,” he moans against my breasts. “Ohhh…Ruby… I can’t…”

“Don’t you dare,” I cry, bucking atop him and making his chair scoot back from his desk. 

“Mmmmmmm Ruby!” 

On the verge of my orgasm, I feel him thrust climactically into my pussy. His cock throbs powerfully and his hot cum gushes into my tight pussy. His cock has me so full that his cum practically spurts straight out of my clutching cunt and covers his balls and the inside of his boxers in his overflowing load. I ride him desperately, milking his spewing spunkrod with my clutching pussy until he is gasping with oversensitivity. I hit my orgasm as he’s trying to push me off his lap and begging for me to stop. My squeezing pleasure churns his nasty cum into foam that fills the air with the musky smell of sex.

“Oh, Ruby, please, I can’t take anymore,” he gasps and I slowly get up from his lap. His softening cock is a mess and I use his necktie to wipe off my pussy and inner thighs. 

“Tomorrow,” I say, leaning down as if I might give him a kiss. “After band practice. You’re going to bend me over and fuck me senseless.”

“I can’t,” he moans. “I have a parent-teacher meeting tomorrow with—“

“I don’t care,” I say. “They can wait outside while you fuck me. But I need more of that dick.”

I can tell by the pitiful look in his eyes that I am going to get it. Good. I’m used to getting exactly what I want.