Political Science

Stopping her movement through the abandoned corridor, Kathy was slightly late due to the short interview with Miss Taylor that she had carried out first thing that day, finding herself slightly unused but very excited about the fact that the school’s head of supply was a leggy, statuesque blonde who went to work dressed in a PVC catsuit, and so had to read signs next to each door to make sure that she had arrived at the correct classroom.

“C16,” Kathy read on the small plastic sign mounted on the wall by the door where she had come to halt, “this is my stop.”

Feeling quite anxious to find out what was on the other side of that door, Kathy forgot to knock first and simply yanked the door’s handle down and pushed it open, stepping into what turned out to be a rather standard-issue classroom containing a teacher’s desk and several rows of desks for the students to sit at.

The teacher seemed rather ordinary too: a rather tall man in his late twenties or early thirties, he was black-haired and brown-eyed with a face which Kathy liked and a pretty normal build under his suit jacket, shirt and corduroys.

“Now, Rawls and Mill do share a common perception of the premise from which the individual understands his or her position in society and how it ought to be organized for the mutual benefit of all,” the teacher stopped talking as he noticed that Kathy had entered the room.

If the room and the teacher had been a bit of a disappointment to Kathy, who had been expecting this school to live up to every last one of her kinky expectations, she forgot all about once she looked at her new classmates. The boys were mildly intriguing in much the same way as their teacher; wearing ordinary uniforms but still looking like they might be quite good in the sack, but it was the girls which really made Kathy’s pussy tingle. Having already seen what the girls’ standard uniform looked like, Kathy was pleasantly surprised that she wasn’t the only girl who had diverted from it in favour of something which supported a sense of creativity, and so she could now let her gaze move across the dozen or so uniformly buxom and drop-dead gorgeous teens and take in the skimpy outfits that they were wearing, noticing even that quite of few of them were dressed in a way which left their proud, large, firm tits fully exposed. As she was checking out the members of her new class, they were ogling her in return, with a few lustful grins forming as the boys and girls took in Kathy’s slutty appearance.

“You must be Kathy Sykes,” the teacher smiled at Kathy, who nodded her head and licked her lips as she looked at the considerable bulge at the front of his trousers without bothering to hide her interest in it.

“Well, welcome to the introductory class in Political Science, I’m Mr. Foyle,” the teacher introduced himself, “and I’m sure that you’ll fit right in.”

“Actually, it’s a good thing you showed up,” Mr. Foyle told Kathy just as she was about to walk over to an empty desk near the back, feeling a little lightheaded at being exposed to so many people who all looked to be of her own heart, “as I was just about to allow you all to experience an example of how democracy works. Would you mind assisting me in that?”

“Sure…” Kathy replied, not feeling entirely accustomed to having a teacher ask her up to the desk. Back in her old school, most teachers did their best to ignore her, lest she’d jump at the chance to say or do anything true to her slutty nature.

Placing herself next to Mr. Foyle, Kathy made sure to bask in the glory of every single member of her new class gawking her as she placed her lovely ass on top of his desk and spread her legs wide to highlight how her tiny skirt was barely adequate to cover her black latex v-string, the waistband of which was visible as it rose up from under her skirt to disappear over her wide hips, and waited to find out for what purpose Mr. Foyle required her assistance.

“Now, although all of you are of legal age to vote, very few of you have yet to have the opportunity to do so, and due to our peculiar electoral system, it’s hard to predict when those of you who are British citizens will get the opportunity to do so,” Mr. Foyle began his introduction, speaking in a laid-back fashion which suggested that he had all the confidence that a teacher required.

“So, to give you an idea of how the system usually works, I’ve come up with a little scenario where you’ll all get to cast your vote on a certain issue. The issue at hand is of great relevance to Miss Sykes.”

“Now, the question which is yours to decide on is who will get to fuck Miss Sykes,” Mr. Foyle announced, casting a quick glance at Kathy, who had a bit of trouble believing what she had just heard, “the original idea was to make the vote a matter of yes versus no, but I suspect that there are few here who would turn down the chance to see such a magnificent little slut as Kathy receive a much-deserved cock-pounding.”

Kathy actually moaned with arousal upon being called a slut, rubbing one of her delicate hands against her toned belly as she was referred to with words which no teacher had ever used to describe her with before, not until she’d been fucking them at least.

“So instead we’re going to select a few candidates, four will be good, as it better reflects the parliamentary system rather than the de facto run-off between two candidates which occurs in the United States, for instance,” Mr. Foyle went on as Kathy once more looked at the class, wondering which of the ten or so boys which she would be fortunate enough to fuck in just a little while.

“Of course, first we must establish that we have Miss Sykes’ consent,” Mr. Foyle turned to Kathy again, “Miss Sykes, would you like to be fucked here in front of all your new classmates?”

“I’m gushing from just thinking about it, Sir,” Kathy replied truthfully.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” a thin smile formed on Mr. Foyle’s lips, “Now, the time has come to pick our candidates, and to add another element which often occur in smaller, closed elections such as this I shall demand that you nominate people other than yourself. Feel free to raise your hand and make a suggestion on the nominees.”

A smattering of hands shot up into the air, and Mr. Foyle picked one, seemingly at random, saying “Yes Tiffany” as he pointed at a curvaceous blonde clad in a pair of zipped-up PVC shorts and a clingy white mesh top.

“I nominate Jack, Mr. Foyle,” Tiffany said, and another girl quickly called out “I second that motion!”

The boy which everyone looked at, and who Kathy guessed had to be Jack, was a towering blonde man with tanned skin and a muscular frame which filled out his uniform almost to the point of shattering it at the seams.

“Very well,” Mr. Foyle nodded his head and scratched his chin, apparently having no objections to that nomination, “anyone else?”

Another hand went up into the air, and Mr. Foyle recognized it with a calm “Yes, Mary.”

This girl, a short and busty Asian with brown skin and green eyes which went extraordinarily well with her dark hair and who was wearing a cut-down version of the girls’ uniform which left her tummy and pussy exposed in a triangle amongst all that shiny latex, smiled impishly as she said “I nominate Adam.”

“There’s no boy in this class by that name,” Mr. Foyle protested, looking rather confused.

“Well, your name is Adam, Sir,” Mary replied, with faked innocence.

“I second that motion!” One of the girls more or less screamed out as soon as Mary stopped talking.

“Oh, alright… anyone else?” Mr. Foyle put on another thin smile as he accepted his nomination.

Soon after that, two more candidates had been picked: Joseph, a rather dashing figure with a lean, firm frame and dark brown skin, and Eric, an unusually short brown-haired boy with a very compact build, almost like that of a wrestler.