Grading

“I don’t want to be a bother,” Ian heard Kimberly’s voice just as Brooke had begun to slide her tongue over his cockhead with a great deal of love and affection, “but there is one thing that Mr. White could help us out with.”

“You’re not being a bother at all,” Ian lied, “what is it?” At this point he was expecting Miss Ryder to let go off his cock and engage in a professional conversation with Miss Forbes. That did not occur.

“Miss Ryder?” Kimberly tried again, and then smiled as she cast a very dirty glance at Ian, “Anyway, here we grade the students not only on the quality of their work, but also on the effect they have on others.”

“Effect?” Ian asked.

“Yes, how effective they are at portraying the message that their wearer is an incredible slut or a fantastic stud, depending on gender of course. This really serves to trigger our students’ creativity, and prepares them for their future professional lives.”

“Right, and I’m supposed to grade them?”

“Yes, just as soon as Miss Ryder is ready to let go off your cock,” Kimberly concluded, not bothering to tell her pupils to return to work rather than to gawk lustfully at what her two colleagues were doing.

Ian meanwhile was just getting wise to the fact that as he ended his conversation with Kimberly, Brooke had used her hand to do something to his cock, and it filled him with an urgent need to ejaculate.

Apparently confident that this would be the effect of what she’d just done, Brooke had already let go off Ian’s dick and had leaned back to await his oncoming cumshot.
She was not about to be disappointed, and the entire class watched in silence how their new teacher, howling like some predatory beast, let out a long jet of cum which flew through the air to splat against Miss Ryder’s magnificent tits, the busty teacher squealing as she rubbed her pussy through her soaked thong even as Mr. White’s balljuice were drenching her already well-glazed tits once more.

The pupils had no doubt noticed that Mr. White’s cumshot didn’t come about so much in the form of several squirts, but in one long release. To Ian, the continuous passing of cum through his diluted pisshole was quite incredibly blissful, with the pleasure that this caused him to experience growing steadily more vivid to the point where he might just fall over onto his back.

Opening his eyes, which were now graced with a feverish gleam, Ian noticed that Kimberly had hoped up onto her desk and was sitting with her legs spread wide and her hands clutching the side of the desk, hoping that he would notice her.

He did, and quickly switched his stance so that his jizz would fly through the air until the spray finally smacked into the tanned skin of her toned midriff, with Ian rapidly adjusting his aim so that those monumental tits of hers would receive a full broadside of his cream.

His fingers becoming rather tired from holding his throbbing horsecock, Ian once more allowed some of his jizz to fly wildly through the air to splatter the wall towards the corridor, staining several outfits which hung there, before bringing his cum-cannon to bear on Brooke once more, the brunette having leaned herself back onto the floor, with her legs spread wide and her thong pushed aside to reveal her puffy, glistening sex.

Ian couldn’t resist it when such a juicy target was presented to him, and he aimed his torrent of cum straight at Brooke’s crotch, the strength of his ejaculation as it hit her pussy, which Ian noticed was shaved completely smooth, soon causing her to climax rather fiercely.

When he felt his cumshot finally end, another gallon or so of his sperm having seen the light of day, Ian raised his cock upwards and then swung it to his left, where Kimberly leaned in to lick up the last of his load from his bulbous cock-end, her cowboy-hat having flown off during her showering in his jizz.

“Really, Mr. White,” Kimberly began, her lips moving just a few millimetres away from his cumhole, “I think it’s time we put you to work before this class turns into something unprofessional.”

Sighing as he realized that Kimberly was probably correct, Ian soon found himself equipped with a clipboard with a list of names on it, each name being followed by a box into which he would put his grading of that particular student. Noticing that all of the names on the list were female, and feeling quite relieved about that, Ian was led into a smaller room by Kimberly while Brooke announced which of the girls who would be lucky enough to be graded by the new guy.

As he was left in the smaller room, located on the far-side from the corridor, Ian found that it consisted of a plush and luxurious couch next to a standing lamp and a small catwalk which led into the neighbouring room, with a curtain separating the two rooms.

Making himself comfortable in the sofa, Ian read through the list of names a couple of times and then just sat still and waited as the minutes crawled by, still having a hard time believing that all of this was real and not just a ridiculously elaborate dream.

Finally, a student appeared from behind the curtains, and Ian unsurprisingly found her to be a most pleasing sight, with her hourglass figure and enormous tits and pale blonde hair and skin which was tanned into a rich colour which reminded him of honey.

Noting on his list that this was Emma Sanderson, Ian noticed that he quite liked the outfit that young Miss Sanderson had come up with.
It reeked of a sexed-up version of the 1930’s, and consisted of a grey pinstripe suit jacket and a white shirt, both of which were cut to keep from covering her front, which was left bare to show off her fantastically huge and firm tits, each of the near-perfect globes being crowned by a small, dark nipple which looked almost painfully erect, and her deliciously trim midriff.
Her long, shapely legs were clad in what looked like stockings made from the same material as her jacket and which were held up by straps, leaving her crotch completely uncovered. Noticing that her hairless slit looked deliciously wet, Ian wondered if he could give her extra points for that.
Rounding off her outfit was a pair of strapped high-heels which left most of her feet bared and a grey fedora hat which sat atop her locks of golden hair.

“Quite an excellent outfit, Miss Sanderson,” Ian praised the girl, who seemed suitably excited and pleased to have him all to herself, “would you mind coming down here?”

Emma had soon made a graceful descent from the catwalk and sauntered up to the couch in which Ian was sitting, where she received instructions from him to “Turn around.”

As she did so, Ian noticed that the back of her outfit was composed in such a way that it left her round, juicy ass completely exposed, and when she followed his instruction to “Lean forwards,” Ian found that this caused her pussy and asshole to become perfectly visible.

Once he had her facing him again, Ian put the clipboard aside and dove forwards with his head, his hands coming around to cup her marvellous ass while his mouth came up against her slit.

Making this magnificent teenage slut moan and whimper by running his tongue along the lips of her sex, Ian relished the scent and taste of her arousal for a short while before letting go off her.

“You’re getting a very good grade for this,” Ian told a happy Miss Sanderson, “now feel free to stick round and suck my cock as I grade your friends.”

Ian had always thought that hard work should be rewarded, and Emma certainly seemed to consider the chance of sucking his fuckstaff to be quite the reward as she quickly dropped onto her haunches and proceeded to take his cockhead into her eager mouth even as he called out “Next!”