In the office

Ian had no objection to the idea of being employed by the school on a permanent basis. If the way the day had progressed thus far was anything to go by, it had the capacity to keep him quite busy as well as a lot of gorgeous sluts quite sticky. How amazing it was to reflect on the turn that fate had taken. Instead enduring another agonising and mind-sappingly mundane day at any old school, he was instead the centrepiece of a fuckfest featuring an astonishing amount of amazingly gorgeous and talented starlets, young women who seemingly lived to be on their knees devouring the meat before them, dedicating their life to an understanding of the disciple. They weren’t the type of girls who were content with just wrapping their lips around a hard cock. They loved to deepthroat, ****, gag and get really messy until they were handsomely rewarded. And this was to say nothing of his female colleagues.

He looked around the office reflectively. Now that he had the leisure, he was able to take his time to absorb the various photos that featured Miss Taylor around the oak-panelled office. One of them on the wall presumably featured the blonde megaslut on her graduation day. It showed the younger Gina, dressed in a mortarboard and robes, in the kind of picture typical of a commemorative professional photograph of the occasion. The difference here was that Gina was on her knees and the cloak was wide open over her shoulder revealing her astounding tits. In Gina’s right hand a just-uncorked bottle of champagne frothed over, and in her left a massive cock which protruded in from the other side of the photo did likewise. The picture had captured the moment of a particularly forceful bolt of cum as is projected into her face, although her gorgeous smile gave no impression that she was currently the recipient of a huge cumload. A few ropes of cum were dripping from the square rim of her mortarboard, dangling in front of her face and casting little lines of shadow over her, while some other strands dripped from he chin.

The next one has the caption ‘My First Class’ and featured a Miss Taylor slightly older than the previous picture. This one was in the manner of a normal class portrait with a seated front row of students and then a line standing behind them. The difference here was that the front row of the class were all girls dressed in the ‘school uniform’ and the male students behind each of them were all uniformly massively engorged, with each of their huge, blood-filled cocks sticking out over the shoulders of the girls in front of them. Many of the girls had their heads turned sideways and were sucking on the cocks. Miss Taylor stood by the side of the class in her typical black PVC catsuit with an extraordinarily filthy smile on her face.

Ian smiled himself. One again, for the umpteenth time, his dick was getting almost painfully hard, and as he stood up to peruse the pictures on the wall, his cock ejected a clear bolt of precum that thumped wetly against one of the oak panels. Ian was **** to groan. Whatever **** Nurse Pennyweather had administered earlier and in whatever quantities, they sure weren’t letting up yet.

The click of the door behind Ian alerted him to the return of Gina.

‘Looking at my career in pictures?’

‘Really quite impressive…. Aaoorgh…!’ said Ian. He had started the sentence still examining the wall but as he had turned around he caught sight of what Miss Taylor was wearing and immediately relinquished a massive bolt of precum that whipped through his urethra and splattered into the lightswitch on the wall next to the door that Gina had come through, snapping it down and turning the light to the office off.

Gina giggled and switched the light back on. ‘Clumsy.’

It revealed the head of supply in all her glory. She had obviously taken a shower because her skin was gleaming with droplets of water that added a lustre to her tanned skin. Her hair was wet and arranged into a single thread that hung down her back which had the effect of bringing out the flawless beauty of her facial features even further. She was wearing a pair of red thigh-high PVC boots with platform soles and stiletto heels, a matching red PVC pair of panties and an astonishingly tight white t-shirt which was stretched over her massive jugs with the phrase ‘MY BACK HURTS’ printed on it. The curved shape of the undersides could be seen underneath the tight t-shirt projecting upwards.

‘Let me just call for Miss Johnson,’ Miss Taylor suggested, and then made her way over to her desk, sauntering over for Ian’s benefit.

Ian watched as Miss Taylor got to the side of her desk and then bent over it very demonstratively, pushing the intercom a couple of feet further away from her. Guessing her intent, he moved just behind her, and placed his hand on the cheeks of her spectacular derriere. Slowly he tugged aside the panties and hooked it over her right asscheek before positioning his drooling cockend at the entrance to her tightest hole.

When Miss Taylor pressed the intercom button to make the microphone broadcast all over the school, Ian inserted his cock into her asshole, so that after a shriek of feedback lurched out of the public address system mounted on all the corridors, Miss Taylor could only think to scream, ‘MONSTERCOCK IN MY ASS!!’