Discussing Financial Matters

After the first fifteen minutes, Ian had found something of a stride in chatting to Ginni. Gina had briefed him well, and once he had started talking about the tedious minutiae of running a school, he found himself distracted enough to not notice the inspectors breasts pressed slightly against the edge of his desk.

“Phew, it’s a little warm in here isn’t it?” Ginni interrupted suddenly, when Ian was deep in an explanation of how alumni donations were allocated to the supply department under Gina. He looked up to see her cheeks were flushed red and one hand busy fanning at her face.

In all honesty it wasn’t that warm in the room, and Ian wondered for a moment what was causing her to react like she was. The penny dropped when he saw her nostrils flaring and the furtive looks she was giving the mug, suddenly remembering the cause of the stain on his roof; a few days ago Felicity had dosed him up with some new **** that was a potent aphrodisiac, which had turned his precum into an alluring nectar even more sought-after by the girls in the building.

“Wow, yes! So warm!” Ginni continued, fanning herself a little harder before beginning to struggle to take her jacket off “Would you mind if I...?”

“No, please. Go ahead” Ian said charitably, watching as the brunette fumbled to take her tasteless blazer off.

As she fought to remove her arm there was a slight ripping sound, which made them both freeze and stare at each other. Ian’s blood ran cold for a moment as he thought his turgid cock was winning its war of attrition against his reinforced trousers, but then noticed that the sound was rather louder than it would have been if it was coming from under his desk.

He looked at his guest’s face, which had gone ashen as the tearing sound was audible again when she took a breath. A heartbeat later his head darted out of the way as the button on Ginni’s blouse launched through the air, ricocheting with a loud *p-TING* off the single certificate that remained on Ian’s wall – the one stating he actually was a qualified teacher – and landed straight in his mug with a gloopy *plop*

They both looked at the mug with wide eyes; Ginni clearly in shock at what had happened and trying not to breathe too deeply for fear of it happening again, while Ian froze in fear of the chaos that might ensue if his fingers moved slightly and Ginni saw what was printed below them.

“Don’t look at her tits. Don’t look at her tits. Don’t look at her tits!” he willed himself as he stared at the mug, which was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world to him.

But despite his best efforts his eyes betrayed him and slowly swivelled upwards, gazing at the gape at in Ginni’s blouse.

For a moment, Ian was confused when he didn’t see a bulging canyon of enticing cleavage trying to burst out at him. Then the little kernel in his brain kicked in again to remind him that most human women actually wore bras and other garments underneath their clothes, rather than the bare minimum necessary that wouldn’t get in the way of a through fucking – or rather, would cause a thorough fucking.

“Ohmygosh I’m so sorry!” Ginni gasped, her face glowing red as the buttons above and below their missing companion put up a valiant fight against the increased load.

He’d intentionally not looked before and was still trying not to look now, but there was no denying that the woman was phenomenally stacked under the blouse. Whatever fabric she was wrapped-up in was doing an astounding job in keeping her contained.

“Don’t worry about it!” Ian retorted with his most winning and disarming smile, trying his best to put her at ease as he subtly moved the lewd-printed mug away from her eyeline “Its only a button! We’re both adults!”

The slight tension in the air and Ginni’s answer were interrupted by Ian’s phone buzzing on the desk next to his free hand. He snapped it up immediately when he saw that the message was from Laura, preventing his guest from seeing the inevitable torrent of filth she was sending him.

“Just one of my colleagues. I’ll deal with her later” he assured her, putting the phone back on the desk face-down in an effort to silence it.

“Are you sure? It seems like they want to get hold of you!” Ginni asked as the phone continued to vibrate on the wooden surface, making Ian internally curse himself for letting Laura’s set herself as priority-one, “ALWAYS CONTACT” on his phone. After a few moments more of vibrating like an angry wasp, the phone paused for a second before falling silent after one final desultory buzz.

“So as I was saying. Gina requests a lot of the discretionary funding for Supply as….” Ian started again smoothly, trying to get the conversation back to normal before the ringing of his desk phone interrupted him.

“Ah, speak of the devil!” he said with a tone of relief as little display said it was Gina calling, happy to have some backup as he reached out to press the speaker button. “Hey Gina! we were just discussing the alloc-”

“Hello Mr Ho-” Laura’s voice purred out of the speaker unexpectedly, making Ian stab at the hang-up button in a blind panic with enough **** to push the phone toward the mousey inspector.

“Why don’t we take a break and head out for a tour of the faculty?” Ian suggested hurriedly, trying to get Ginnni’s attention back from the phone that she was now staring at quizzically. Getting out of the office seemed like a good idea, and while there was a risk he could run into the less well-behaved members of the faculty while out and about, there was far less of a chance of being found than if they stayed in the office.

“Why did she call yo-? Oh, yes, that sounds like a good id- ” Ginni started to question, but smiled at Ian’s suggestion as he was suddenly distracted by a figure that had appeared at his door.

Diamond Gazongas herself was on the other side of the glass, the teen hellcat smirking filthily as she pressed her two huge, very naked flesh-spheres up against it. Written on her giant tits in lipstick was the phrase “I. Need. Your. Dick!”, which she mouthed teasingly while pointing at each word in turn before finally tracing along the arrow pointing up her neck. As Ian watched, the teen slut reached behind herself for a moment and wiggled, the fluttering in her eyes telling him that she was clearly extracting something from her incredible anus. Sure enough, when the yank slut’s hand reappeared it was clasping one of the many huge dildos around the school modelled after his own wang, which she started to tap against her lips teasingly.

Ian shifted uncomfortably in his chair as blood surge into his cock, watching as Diamond started sucking on the he head. Ginni was saying something that he couldn’t hear over the sudden ringing in his ears, too transfixed on watching Diamond tease herself with the huge toy to pay the inspector any mind. After moment the stacked teen slut stopped and looked at the glistening head appraisingly, before shrugging, opening her mouth and greedily jamming the entire 18” length straight down her throat. Ian let out a growl as his cock involuntarily flexed at the sight of the blonde teen’s throat bulging as she eagerly plunged the toy into her gullet, squirting a healthy dollop of precum into the soaked layers of fabric trying to contain his raging dick.

“Wait!” he managed to gasp as Ginni made to get up from her chair, a mere heartbeat away from seeing Diamond ravaging her throat through the glass.

The inspector hovered just out of her seat as she paused to look at Ian, her face a mask of puzzlement as his mind raced to come up with a reason why they should wait. But before he could elaborate, there was a blur of red hair outside as something body-checked Diamond, sending the busty teen crashing out of view with a muffled, **** cry.

“Oh my! What the?” Ginni started as she turned to see the commotion was, and Ian’s eyes widened in panic as he stood reflexively, sure that the game was well and truly up.

The hung teacher’s heart stopped for a moment when Sanddy’s face appeared in the window. But to his great relief she was – incredibly - dressed extremely appropriately and looking every bit the model student in a private school!

“Are- are you alright?” Ian asked, his mouth going dry and cock growing even harder at the sight of the redhead as she cracked the door and poked her head through. His mind almost couldn’t comprehend how innocent and proper Sanddy looked in the white collared blouse and tie she was wearing, a matching crimson-red tanktop stretched over her massive chest.

“Sorry, Sir! I slipped on my shoelace!” Sanddy said earnestly, looking a flustered as she brushed some hair back from her face and smiled at the two of them.

The cheerful and innocent expression on her face was the polar opposite to the last time he had seen her the previous evening, when the jizz-gargling nymphomaniac slut was eagerly getting her ass double-packed with both his own and her boyfriend Robert’s raging fucktools, all the while squiring enough to fill a paddling-pool. Behind her there was a muffled, gurgling squeak, and her eyes darted to the left for a moment as she appeared to move her arm out of their sight.

“What was that noise?” Ginni enquired, looking between the two a little uncertainly.

“Guinea pig!” Sanddy and Ian said simultaneously, both pausing to look at each other incredulously as they both came up with the same ridiculous lie.

“The cute little guys are always escaping!” Sanddy explained smoothly, and to Ian’s disbelief a small ball of black and ginger fur came scuttling along her arm and leaped onto the curve of her breast.

“Aren’t you Robert?” she cooed as she grasped at the cuddly pet, scooping it up in her hands and holding it lovingly “Always escaping and getting in to trouble you naughty boy!”

Ian genuinely gawped at the sight – he didn’t even know they had pets at the school! Thankfully, Ginni was just as distracted as he was, and missed the sound of 9st of blonde, dildo-choked slut being dragged away out of sight by someone they couldn’t see.

“Oh!” Sanddy said as she looked back up from the guinea pig as if suddenly remembering something. “Miss Talyor sent me to ask if you were ready to meat -” her lip curled up in a smile for a moment as her eyes flicked to Ginni, the mask of her act cracking slightly before she continued “-meet her. In the admin office after your tour of the grounds?”

“Yes.” Ian said dryly, trying to keep up with the script that Sanndy had clearly been given when he had not. “We’ll be along just after I have shown the inspector around”

“kay! I’ll let her know.” Sanndy beamed, before holding the squeaking furball up and nuzzled its nose against hers as she headed off down the corridor. “Come on Robert, lets get you tucked away somewhere nice and cozy!”

The words were innocent enough, but had sounded a hell of a lot sluttier the previous day when she had uttered the exact same phrase when enticing her boyfriend to stuff his cock back into her ass as she wrapped her melons around hid friend’s cum-soaked dick.

“I hope she’s alright!” Ginni said with a tone of concern as she turned back to Ian, who was quietly counting to 10 in an effort to control himself after he had failed to stop another load of precum from soaking into one of the layers of his trousers. “Poor girl seemed a little manic!”

Ian winced as he walked around his desk, his raging erection causing him to walk with a considerable limp as he moved toward his guest.

“Are you ok?” Ginni asked, her voice full of concern as she saw his stilted gait.

“Oh yes, fine. Just a recent sports injury!” Ian lied smoothly, flashing her another smile as he reached her side.

“So. Shall we start in the grounds?”