A Teacher!

Oh wait… she couldn’t drop out of college to do that, she needed a degree to teach… unless…

New Rule: Hiromi Bayashi is a very persuasive person, capable of convincing anyone of anything as long as she starts with the phrase “I have an idea…”. The idea laid out will then be happily and fully embraced.

Now she just needed to have a word with her Dean about her future position at college as a new teacher of “Advanced Sexual Education”

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Hiromi sat in the Deans office across the desk from a rather surly looking man as he went over the futa’s transcript.

“Miss Bayashi you have excellent scores so far in your current major, why would you want to drop out?”

“Well Dean Glasser, I have an Idea. I would like to become a teacher but spending four years learning something that isn’t currently taught means there needs to be someone to teach it. I would like your permission to begin next semester as the Certified Professor of Advanced Sexual Education: how to be please a Futa. It will be an extra credit class of course but I guarantee you will see a massive increase in students once word gets out that you have a real Futa teaching a *sex with futa* class.” Hiromi sat back in her seat smugly letting her erect 2 foot penis spear up into the air to accentuate her point.

The Dean swallowed hard as sweat began to dribble down his forehead just thinking about such a thing. “Yes…yes we have been seeing a rather steady decline in student registrations. Everyone wants to be a Twitcher or a EweTube star these days doing nothing but reacting to other peoples actual content. Or just play video games all day while chatting with their fan base. This might open up a whole new enjoyable job prospects for all those futas out there. Looking for a dependable and enjoyable *real* job!”

Hiromi didn’t like the life choice bashing, she was actually quite fond of watching reaction videos from certain channels. But she was getting what she wanted and soon she would be a certified teacher. “I’m glad you agree Dean. I have an Idea, why don’t I give you a practical demonstration with your secretary?” Hiromi was feeling horny and needed a nice fresh woman to unload into.

“Fantasic Idea! Ms. Nelson, would you please come in here for a moment.” The door to the office opened and closed as a rather plain looking woman in her early thirties came in. The first thing really catching her eye was the massive fuck pole sitting in the goth student’s lap… the student that was currently giving her a sensual looking over.

Cute demeanor, long skirt, button down blouse, hair in a bun, old fashion round glasses. Hiromi was going to enjoy turning this plain jane into a pleasure seeking love dumpster.

“Ms. Nelson, Ms Bayashi here has just made an excellent proposal. She going to be showing us a curriculum she has in mind to get our student numbers up. Proceed Ms Bayashi.”

“Thank you Dean. Now Ms. Nelson was it?” Hiromi stood and circled the woman like a vulture.

“Ye..ye.yes.”

“Ms Nelson, when was the last time you were fucked by a futa?”

“Never…” the woman looked almost ashamed as she admitted this.

“Really? A woman as good looking as you never had a fat futa cock inside you?”

“No… no never.”

“Do you know why that is?”

“I’m not very appealing to look at.” Once again looking ashamed at her lack of fuckability

“Nonsense, from what i see in front of me You are prime for becoming a futa’s cum dump.” Hiromi spoke confidently as she continued to slowly circle the woman.

“You.. really think I could… please futas?” There was renewed hope in her hesitated words. A light at the end of the tunnel.

“Yes, and I will give you my first lesson. Firstly, unbutton the top… three button of your blouse.”

The woman looked to the Dean who nodded that she do as she’s told. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse showing off a bit of flesh and cleavage.

“Very good. Next, and this is something you can’t really fix right now but to keep in mind for the future. No more long skirts. Futas don’t want to bother with pulling up your skirt from your ankles. We’d rather just…” Hiromi placed a gentle hand on the woman’s back a guided her the the Dean’s desk before slowly applying more pressure to make her lay down face first on the hard word surface. Hiromi felt the anticipation in this slut’s breathing as she was slowly put into position. “…bend you over and stuff you full of cock. Isn’t that what you would,like as well?”

“Y-y-yes.” Was this real? Was she finally about to be favored by a futa?

“Good.” Hiromi said suddenly moving away from the woman to allow her back up. “Then no more long skirts. If you want a Futa to notice you, you need to show a bit more skin. Especially with beautiful melons like these.” She said by grabbing the woman’s plump tits from behind making her give a high pitched lusty whine. “Which brings me to my next point. No more bras.”

“Wha? But..” the woman was silenced by a finger on her lips.

“Shh. No bras. Wear a shirt that’s one size too small. If it’s a button down make sure it has easy-snap buttons so Futas don’t ruin it when they rip it open to give them selves a tit job with those succulent milk bags.” Hiromi could see that the woman was taking mental notes while theDean seemed to be paying close attention as well. Was he expecting to see his secretary fucked and pumped dull of baby batter right in front of him, or maybe he would relay the free lesson to his own wife. Whatever the reason he seemed enraptured by this presentation.

“Should…should I also stop wearing panties?” Ms. Nelson asked sounding conflicted if that was a good question or not.

“Well that’s open to interpretation. Some futas hate having the fabric rubbing up against their dicks while they have a quick fuck, others enjoy a bit of visual stimulation. That being said, plain white or granny panties are a bad idea, but black, lace or any form of lingerie is a good call, just be ready for it to be ripped off If it looks sexy.” Hiromi explained as she sat back down in front of the Dean leaving the confused Ms. Nelson standing there feeling needy.

“Thank you Ms. Nelson you may go.” He said as the nervous looking woman seemed like she wanted to ask a question but decided it would be best to keep it to herself. “Well that was quite a demonstration Ms. Bayashi. You certainly know how to teach this subject. I’ll run this idea up to the Board of Education and see if I can get it approved. They may want a live Demonstration themselves to see if it is worth funding.”

“Thank you for your time Dean, I look forward the hearing from you and the Board then. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to fuck your secretary.” Hiromi’s smiled with her black painted lips.

“Oh yes please by all means. She looks likemshe needs a good ploughing from a health futa like you. Just try to make sure she can walk when your done with her.” The Dean smiled back as he stood and shook Hiromi’s hand.