Tiffany and Mischa

‘Oh Fuck,’ Ian said queitly to himself as yet another pair of gorgeous sluts made their way through the curtains at the opposite end of the room. He was densely populated at the moment, five of his students arrayed around him each determined to get their fill of his monstercock and two posing at the bottom of the catwalk, but as he glanced beyond them he was pretty much certain that he was going to have to be giving out another pair of A plusses.

The first was a dark haired girl, stunningly attractive, with a mane of black hair cascading outwards, held in place by a black shiny studded hairband. She was wearing what would otherwise be considered a Little Black Dress of the type suitable for cocktail parties and the like, tight, figure-hugging, almost obscenely low-cut and just barely going over the topmost part of the girl’s thighs. What made the garment possibly unsuitable for such activities was that it was black, shiny and latex, and made her boobs explode out of the top of it into a curved shelf of bronzed titflesh that she could have balanced champagne glasses on. She was wearing a simple pair of black stripper platform heels.

‘That’s Tiffany in the black!’ Brooke called helpfully to Ian, doing well to suppress her moans as her students ate her pussy and ass with fervour.

‘I think an A plus!’ Ian called back, his teeth beginning to be gritted in a now-familiar signal that he was about to lose his load.

The other girl was also non-too-demurely dressed and her outfit didn’t do anything to hold help Ian hold back his onrushing load. This one a tanned blonde with a long, flowing base of black hair, she was also sporting a spot of PVC, this time in the shape of an astonishingly tight black latex skirt fastened around her waist with a thick jewelled belt. The black croptop she wore which held together a massive pair of tits was printed with the word ‘Whore’ in the ironic styling of the logo of the car manufacturer ‘Ford’. As if to put the point well beyond any possible confusion, she was also wearing a jewelled leather choker with the word ‘slut’ on it.

Ian found he had already introduced himself to this girl in a manner of speaking, recognising her as the recipient of the inadvertent facial towards the start of the class. By now a sticky rope of it was dangling from her chin.

‘The other one’s Mischa!’ prompted Brooke.

‘A plus for Mischa!’ said Ian, still happily reaming Puma’s asshole, his lampost-thick cock plunging obscenely out of the redhead’s rectum.

‘I think we only have a couple of minutes before the end of the class,’ said Brooke.

‘I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get through them all…’ Ian replied.

‘Not at all Mr White. In fact, NO male teacher has ever managed to grade so MANY girls in this group!’ Brooke said with a smile.

By this time Mischa and Tiffany had joined Chloe and Mia at the bottom of the runway, and the four girls linked up, their arms round each others’ waists as they observed their five classmates clusterfucking Ian.

At this Ian finally withdrew his dick from his student’s asshole with a loud ‘SQUELCH’ and took a couple of steps backwards from the throng.

‘I’d like two rows here, please,’ he said, mustering all the authority he could. ‘The new arrivals are the top row, and you five are the bottom. Imagine you’re all posing for a photo.’

At this, the girls obeyed and organised themselves as Ian had asked.

‘Time to end the lesson, Mr White,’ said Brooke, finally extricating herself from her students’ attentions and making her way to Ian’s side.

‘The only way I know how,’ said Ian, his dick convulsing in front of him.