A horny slut and big-dicked stud tease each other

“You can start by coming in closer,” Miss Taylor purred, right before she pushed her chair away from her desk, “And let me get a better look at you...”

Nodding while swallowing what little saliva was left in his mouth, Nathan felt the waistband of his severely undersized uniform dig into his skin when his cock twitched again, and the jerky movement of that big bulge prompted Miss Taylor to moan. Then he did as asked by walking round the desk, and Miss Taylor swivelled in her seat to face him as he came to a halt at a distance of roughly a few feet from her.

“What now, Miss Taylor?” Nathan asked, as the rising pressure in his balls caused a bead of sweat to roll out from his hair to go sliding down the right side of his forehead.

“Step in closer...” Miss Taylor's voice was so soft as to be practically a whisper as she spread her legs and caught the tab of her zipper between her thumb and index finger, disturbing the sexually charged stillness that had fallen over her office by pulling it down over her midsection, revealing first her slim but toned stomach and then the top of her vaginal mound.

Nathan nodded again, but nonetheless waited until after Miss Taylor had pulled the zipper down all the way before moving again, and the moisture returned to his mouth as she scooped forwards in her seat and showed off her bald, pink little pussy to him.

When Nathan moved up closer to the chair, Miss Taylor sat herself up right on the edge of it, almost causing her huge tits to brush up against his thighs, only to lean back slightly at the last moment and instead let her hands be the ones to do that, her fingers instantly beginning to gently stroke up his legs and onto his stomach as he stood towering over her.

“Nathan, your balls… Fuck!” Steering her hands towards the pair of beefy testes that were perfectly outlined behind the coiled-up figure of Nathan's cock, Miss Taylor cried out in excitement when her fingers made contact with them and she jumped at the opportunity to feel them up, stroking each cum-laden orb with her fingertips as she leaned in closer still.

“Miss Taylor...” Nathan groaned, as his Speedos did little to block her warm breath from washing over his cock, from which her lips were now positioned less than two inches away. At that distance, she was able to roll out her tongue and make his groans grow louder and darker still by letting the tip of her wet muscle slide across the crown of his cock where it was turned halfway towards her.

Standing still, his hands closed tight and positioned by his sides, Nathan watched that plume of blonde hair projecting out from the back of Miss Taylor's head bobbing and whipping about as she brought her soft lips into contact with his cock and started to lavish it with soft, smacking kisses. Her fingers were still milking his balls when she stopped just kissing his schlong and instead started to suck air into her mouth even as she kept her lips pressed against its shaft, as if she was trying to suck it straight out through his uniform.

After letting her lips wander along the shape of Nathan's fuckpiece, kissing and sucking on it, Miss Taylor gradually shifted her attention to its crown, sucking it partway into her mouth and producing a long series of obscene slurping noises as she made it push against the confines of his Speedos and form a bulge that pushed its way deeper in past her lips. Her fingers, meanwhile, hadn’t left his balls since first making contact with them, and the way in which she was squeezing and caressing them was enough to make him suspect that here was a woman who loved being drenched with big loads of thick, gluey spunk. At the same time, Nathan was also aware of the sound being made by the waistband of his uniform as it was torn apart.

Miss Taylor was obviously aware of it too, because once it got so loud that it seemed like it would snap any second, and his cockend was almost up against the back of her throat as it pushed the front of the Speedos out further and further, she pulled back and threw her weight up against the back of her chair, letting it slide back more than a foot before stopping it by slamming her heels onto the floor.

“Fuuuucccckkkk!” Nathan groaned, as the image of Miss Taylor sitting there, a dirty grin on her beautiful face, her massive tits exploding out in front of her and her hairless pussy drooling clear juices onto her seat became the last thing his eyes registered before he had to close them as the tearing noise rose to become even louder.

A second or so later, he felt the waistband let go completely, although he missed seeing the Speedos being rocketed off his frame and sent flying across the room, passing Miss Taylor to her right and continuing on until it smacked against a large picture of her in her youth, straddling one stud's lap while another fucked her face and her boobs were encased in a yellow top with “Slut of the Year” written on it in candy pink letters.

What Nathan certainly couldn't miss however, since it would have required him to be either **** or under the influence of some pretty heavy local anaesthetics, was his cock slapping into Miss Taylor's tits from below as the end point of the sweep upwards and forwards that it undertaken since breaking free of his Speedos, and the impact of his cockend against the incredible curvature of those full, round tits caused his eyes to shoot wide-open again.

“Fuck!” Miss Taylor had underestimated Nathan's size, as her plan had been to tease him further by having his dick end up pointing straight at her boobs while just an inch or two away from them. Not that she was complaining, although she did look pretty surprised when the continued upwards motion of his fuckpiece proved so forceful that it brought her cellphone popping out from between her tits like a champagne cork and sent it flying with enough momentum to clear the expanse of her right breast before beginning it descent towards the floor.

“Nathan...” Miss Taylor groaned, and looked at the flared, fist-sized business-end of his member nestled in tight between her tits, then at that thick, hard shaft connecting the head of his giant cock to the rest of him, and finally up at his face. While she admired him, she could feel a thick stream of precum come running slowly down through her cleavage.

“Yes, Miss Taylor?” Feeling much more comfortable now that he was naked again, Nathan nonetheless had his voice trembling slightly as a testament to the strain he was under due to the severe pressure in his balls. By now, he didn’t know how much longer he'd be able to take it if she were to tease him further.

“I've teased you quite a bit, haven't I?” Miss Taylor purred out, as if she'd just read Nathan's mind, and took on a tone of fake innocence that belied a woman of her standing and character, “By now, you should know how to treat teases at this school...”

“Is this a test, Miss Taylor?”

“Oh yes… Not only that, but I’ve got half a mind to room you with a pair of complete sluts – sisters, mind you, who seem to spend every day trying to see which of them can be the biggest, horniest, filthiest cumslut – and I need to know if you could handle them,” There was no longer anything even remotely innocent about Miss Taylor's voice, or her expression, “In short, Nathan, I want you to show me if you're the kind of big-dicked stud who can take a nasty, cock-hungry slut and put her in her place.”

“I think I can do that,” Nathan smiled, and extracted his cockhead from Miss Taylor's cleavage by taking a step back, although not before her words and her expression had made him unleash a bolt of precum which smacked against her sternum and went shooting in two separate streaks, one going up towards the base of her throat and the other rushing down further between her tits.

“How?” Miss Taylor asked the crown of Nathan's cock, as if she expected it to answer her.

“Well...” Placing one hand on his member, Nathan figured that a little turnabout was fair play, and therefore attempted to tease Miss Taylor by having her watch him as he started slowly pumping his hand up and down his cock. In seconds, Miss Taylor produced a longing moan, and her pink tongue came out to moisten up her plump lips. The sight of that convinced Nathan that he'd made the right decision, no matter how **** he was to relieve the pressure in his nutsack.

“I guess I could slap those huge, sexy tits of yours with my cock before I stick it between them...” Nathan suggested, to which Miss Taylor responded with an even louder and lustier moan.

“Or I could always fuck your face, Miss Taylor,” As soon as Nathan had said that, Miss Taylor's gaze shoot up towards his face, and she opened her mouth for him.

“And let's not forget about that pink, wet pussy of yours,” Aiming his cock at Miss Taylor's tits, Nathan groaned and let a big, forceful jet of prejizz smack against them. Once again, Miss Taylor moaned hard, although this time she did it while biting down on her lips, and her eyes had turned into narrow slits, “That looks like it could do with a pounding.”

“But to tell you the truth, Miss Taylor,” Pausing again, Nathan made precum stream from his pisshole by gently pulling his foreskin back, until finally the crown of his cock stirred and the gasping blonde vixen's huge, round knockers received another blast, “One thing I’ve noticed about the women at this school is that you all seem to really, REALLY like anal sex, so I think I’ll start by getting you out of that catsuit so I can bury my cock up your ass.”

“That won't be necessary,” Miss Taylor replied, and didn’t wait for Nathan to respond before rising to her feet and turning her back to him. As Nathan groaned at the full, firm cheeks of Miss Taylor's ass exploding out behind her and filling her skin-tight catsuit to the fullest, she leaned forwards and slapped one hand onto each of her buttocks. Then, with one eyebrow cocked and a lustful snarl on her face as she sent him a lustful look over her shoulder, she pulled them apart.

“Fucking slut...” It was largely having gone for so long without cumming that made Nathan growl like that when he saw that there was a neat little hole cut in the back of Miss Taylor's catsuit that left a neat little stretch of bronzed skin and her teeny, puckered anus exposed at all times. It also motivated him to step up to her and press his cock up against her back before pulling her towards her desk.

Yelping with delight at being manhandled by Nathan, Miss Taylor swept her keyboard out of the way moments before he pushed her tits onto her desk, sending it crashing onto the floor next to her phone while she ended up with his rock-hard, massively thick and violently pulsing schlong between her asscheeks.

It didn’t remain there for long, as the grimacing Nathan took one long step back, then another, to end up with the crown of his dick pressing against Miss Taylor's asshole. Without delay, he started to press forwards again.

“FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMYYYYY AAAAAAAAASSSSSS!!!!!” Miss Taylor's howl lasted the whole time that it took Nathan to pry her asshole open with his cock, and grew louder the more of his cockend that he managed to squeeze in through it. Finally, when the blonde vixen felt the thick brim of the young stud's cockhead pass through her dramatically stretched ring of muscle, she stopped howling, closed her eyes, and squirted all over her desk.

Placing his hands on her back, Nathan pushed the still squirting Miss Taylor down into the mess she'd made, and started spearing his cock deeper into her anal passage, thrusting out his jaw and squinting as he used the business-end of his throbbing fuckmast as a battering ram, slamming it deeper and deeper into her while she writhed underneath him. Starting out with short, hard thrusts, Nathan soon got to the point where he was deep enough into Miss Taylor's ass that he could start to lengthen them, but he refused to ease back on the amount of **** used to slam his hips towards the luxurious swell of her perfect asscheeks.

Now wholly focused on drilling Miss Taylor's booty and providing her with irrefutable proof of his credentials as a proper stud, Nathan kept going, deeper and deeper, his cock pumping out thick jets of precum whenever he pressed forwards, making the top-heavy head of supply scream in ecstasy at the pounding her ass was taking. In fact, Nathan was so caught up with what he was doing that he didn’t reflect on how he had yet to cum, even though the pressure in his balls had made it seem like he would have done so before the whole of his cockhead had even been inserted in Miss Taylor's ass.

“Harder!” Miss Taylor cried out, and clawed at the edge of her desk, scratching its wooden surface with her nails as girlcum exploded from her pussy to become glued to it and her stomach alike, and got what she'd asked for when Nathan slammed himself balls-deep inside her with enough **** to make the desk buckle underneath her.

“Fuck!” Crying out in the wake of the loud slapping noise caused by Nathan's belly smacking against her buttocks, Miss Taylor felt her pussy tense up more and more with each inch that he now extracted through her sphincter, before her eyes slammed shut and her cunt erupted when he heaved himself back inside her.

Establishing a fast but steady rhythm, Nathan kept going, performing the same eight-inch thrusts in and out of Miss Taylor's ass over and over again, keeping her in a near-constant state of climax as the minutes started rolling past, his naked body starting to glisten with sweat as he kept going.

“Fuck me straight through my desk!” A delirious Miss Taylor cried out at some point, but otherwise their dialogue was limited to a never-ending stream of groans, gasps, moans and screams as Nathan maintained both his pace and his stance, which saw Miss Taylor pinned underneath him and left with no other choice but to remain there and take it, which she was quite happy to do.

Unfortunately for the kinky head of supply, the pressure in Nathan's balls returned with a vengeance before he'd managed to break her desk underneath her, and as he felt his nuts swell up in their sack with such gusto that it sent them pressing against her thighs, Nathan found himself having to make a choice. He could flood Miss Taylor's bowels, or he could pull out and paint her white. Whichever choice he went with, the young Dutchman felt confident that she would love it.