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‘What about this one, sir?’ Sonya continued, picking up another of the photographs and showing it to Ian, ‘this one looks like it could be a contender.’

Ian looked, all the while conscious that another enormous orgasm was imminently approaching, and all he could do was gulp in agreement with Sonya’s recommendation, beads of sweat now beginning to stand out on his brow.

The picture featured a girl lying on her back on a bed, and was taken from a bird’s eye view, looking directly down at her. On the bed were scattered various kinds of shoes: all stripper-heeled platform ones with various designs, some clear plastic, some shiny black, some white, some with a glitter effect and some which were leopard print.

The girl was a gorgeous, tanned brunette, with a startling set of rippled abdominal muscles wearing a tight black crop-top that covered only the top halves of her enormous tits, the lower curves of the massive orbs bursting out from underneath the skimpy garment. The words ‘Shoe Whore’ were imprinted on the top, and as if to confirm the statement, the girl currently had two shoes interfering with her in a very lewd way indeed. The long, six to eight inch heel of one pair of platform shoes was sticking in her pussy, and another one was also entrenched in her asshole. The heel of one particular pair of clear plastic shoe was being sucked in the vixen’s mouth as she gazed at the camera.

‘Becky is the model in that picture. Not just a shoe whore by the looks of it,’ remarked Sonya.

Ian was **** to agree.

‘Or how about his one, sir?’ Sonya asked, brandishing another picture, ‘it’s another male model but I don’t think you’ll mind…’

Sonya showed Ian the photo. It seemed to have been taken in the school library, showing what appeared to be the main desk, with a large number of books and bookshelves around. To confirm this point, a sign on the desk said ‘Library – Quiet please!’

There were two people in the picture, a young man and a girl. The young man’s face could not be seen, but his thighs, torso, and dick could certainly be. He was standing over the customer side of the desk, and had his trousers unzipped, leaning forwards, presenting his cock to the librarian behind the desk, who was also leaning forwards. The young librarian was wearing an incredibly immodest white blouse shirt which was sleeveless and went down no further than her massive tits, where it was tied together in a knot which threatened to allow the massive pair of knockers within to burst out of their confinement.

Primarily the picture featured two things: a monstrous dick and the girl’s face. The cock was enormous, the full length of it protruding from the right side of the picture, a painfully hard mass of blood-filled tumescence topped with a purple crown and running from the root with a series of popping veins that sprouted all up the thick tube like flexing muscles.

What was interesting about the positioning of this particular flesh pistol was that it was laid directly against the face of the gorgeous, brown haired librarian in glasses. The underside of the fat dick was pressed flush against the girl’s gaping face, her eyes wide, looking directly at the camera, her mouth hanging open in a shocked expression. What made this picture more unique than most was the fact that the massive cock had pressed its way between the slut and the pair of glasses, having inserted its way between the face and the glasses, the huge head protruding into the air, the underside of the huge meatstaff laid from chin to forehead of the girl.

‘This one is called, “overdue”, sir,’ said Sonya.

No more than ten seconds had elapsed between Sonya showing Ian these two photos, during which time Ian had had the opportunity to pound Laura’s asshole a few more times, the gorgeous megaboobed blonde snarling as she looked back over her shoulder at him, long golden hair streaming down her back. Ian slowly began the job of retracting his monstercock from the insatiable blonde’s puckered rectum, using his right hand to grip the pulsating fucktube around the base and slowly withdraw from the tight confines of Laura’s anal passage.

‘I think I’m a little overdue myself,’ Ian confessed, drawing a laugh from a number of members of his class, all who were staring at his ballsack as it began to quiver and distend, Ian’s huge testes roiling around in a spermy sea of their own concoction as they throbbed in his scrotum.

Laura shrieked in pleasure as she felt the massive tube of meat evacuate her ass and felt her elastic ringpiece compress back into its normal size.

At this point, Sonya produced another picture, saying, ‘I’m sure you’ll like this one, sir…’

Ian had far gone beyond the point where he had any need to jerk his dick any more if he wanted to cum, and was content that he could fire off as much jizz as he wanted merely by flexing his internal muscles, and was now standing with his hands on his hips as he saw Laura spin around and get on her haunches in front of him, her black platform heeled stripper shoes squealing a little on the floor as she span. Leaning back, Laura reclined her arms and propped them against the teacher’s table behind her in an insouciant if not almost lazy style. Ian admired the little augmentations on her; the fingerless black elbow-length gloves, the black legwarmers, the black tattoo on her amazingly sculpted stomach, and the obscene injunction ‘Fuck me’ on her white top.

Momentarily drawing his eyes from Laura to the picture that Sonya was showing him, Ian glanced at what was in his student’s hand. ‘The model here is Sadie,’ Sonya informed him.

This one was another diorama, set within what seemed to be a medical room or surgery of some type. There was a desk with a computer on it, a screen curtain over the far end of the room, and a couple of anatomical diagrams on the wall. On the desk was a sign which read ‘sperm bank’.

Standing in front of the desk was a gorgeous babe with ice-white blonde hair. This girl was clad in the archetypal naughty nurse outfit, a tight white PVC dress with short sleeves, press-stud buttons undone all the way to her tanned stomach and held together with a thick red vinyl belt. The obligatory nurses’s cap was on her head, as were a pair of white latex gloves that just went over her wrist. Lower down, the nurse was wearing a pair of white stockings with red crosses on the tops of them connected to a garter belt and thigh-high PVC boots with platform heels.

Staring directly at the camera, the nurse had one latex-clad hand pressed to her cheek, her other hand holding a test-tube up. The small test-tube was brimful of white fluid, more of which was pouring over the sides of it as well as seeping down her gloved hand to drip onto the floor. Everywhere else around the backdrop, the computer screen, keyboard, top and sides of the desk, documents, the sign on the desk, the wall behind, a clipboard, the posters on the wall, the clock, the curtain in the distance, a tray with a number of different medical utensils on each, were all splattered with what looked like very sticky cum.

On cue, Ian released the first of a monstrous burst of sperm that fizzed from his cockend and smacked into the photograph that Sonya was brandishing in front of him, whipping it out of her hand and catapulting it all the way across the room in a burst of gluey jizz that shot across the far side of the studio and was pasted against the window with a loud ‘SPLAT’. An astonished Sonya looked at her hand, where the photograph had been replaced by a massive blob of jizz that stuck to her gloved fingers.

Transferring his attention to Laura, who winked sexily at him, Ian gasped as a whopping wad of jewel juice slapped into her face, painting both her eyes closed. The huge volume of sticky cum jetted directly into her gorgeous face was at such velocity that it blasted her hair out behind her, above the desk, shooting her blonde tresses into a single upwards-pointing triangle of bangs and balljuice which stayed, suspended in the air, jutting out of the top of her head s though it had been styled that way by hair gel.

The smile on the face of Laura, her eyes shut tight and her lips compressed together as if she was trying not to laugh, was priceless.