The Robert Capa of Shoe Whores

“Well, these are all wonderful pictures,” Ian began to explain, noticing that his voice was somewhat strained from the sensations which Laura was exposing him to through the nimble movement of her pink tongue over his cockhead, “but I’ve managed to pick the one which thrills me the most.”

Stopping to release a throaty grunt as Laura managed to coax another thick outpouring of precum from his cock, Ian then moved his right arm down to the desk and rifled through the pictures which were spread across it until he found the winner.

Smiling as he looked down at the picture of Becky lying on the bed and entertaining herself with three shoes, Ian read the name which was written on the thin sticker which sat in the bottom right-hand corner of the photo, tightening his hold of it in a cramped manner as Laura’s tongue caused his balls to pump forth even more cum which slosh around inside his nutsack.

“Roxy Brown, would you please come forwards?” Ian pronouncing of the winner resulted in the sound of a chair being pulled back as one of the gathered sluts got up on her feet.

Having had no idea of what the photographer looked like, but doubting that she would be anything but ridiculously sexy, Ian was pleased to find that Roxy was a sultry black girl with a thick mane of shimmering black hair stirring in the air behind her as she moved towards the front of the classroom with a small, triumphant smile decorating her lush, full lips.

Graced with a toned and curvaceous body, Roxy had a face which was quite simply a stunningly gorgeous compilation of exquisite components which came together to form a whole which Ian suspected would look particularly extraordinary once she was down on her haunches and sucking his cock.

It hardly came to a shock to Ian when Roxy’s clothing turned out to be quite revealing, going from bottom to top it consisted firstly of a pair of white paratrooper style boots with black lacing and the towering heels at the back and the high platforms at the front being just as black, then of a pair of white latex shorts which were tiny enough to make most hot pants look like a pair of long johns in comparison, the glossy material looking as though it had been painted onto her crotch as the way in which it clung to her allowed Ian to make out the contours of her vaginal mound around the zipper at the front, while the snug white belt which helped keep them up was of the same colour as the shorts themselves.

And finally, Roxy was wearing a black top with sleeves that ran to about halfway down her forearms, the garment obviously being made from some sort of flexible material as its “waistline” was stretched quite severely as it ran across her huge, gravity-defying tits, sitting high up enough for the bottom halves of the pair of delectably firm orbs to be fully exposed, with Ian being able to spot the bottommost part of her areolae.

“Congratulations Roxy,” Ian began as he stood with his left shoulder pointing towards her as she came up to the other side of the desk, “I’d be glad to show you your prize, but I’m afraid that Miss Hart is obscuring, nnngh…” Ian’s speech dissolved into a sharp exhaling of air as Laura rubbed the tip of her tongue directly against his pisshole.

Suddenly clenching his abs as hard as he could, Ian felt his balls thump against the muscles of his thighs and then released a half-muted bellow as a thick stream of his jizz was sprayed out of his cock and into Laura’s mouth, the sudden influx of cum past her lips causing her cheeks to bulge outwards and forcing her to pull her head back.

Ian’s cock bobbed violently in the air as soon as it was clear of Laura’s mouth, and since Sonya had moved up behind the other statuesque blonde a little while ago she now found herself standing straight in the line of fire, with the slutty teen barely having had the chance to drop her jaw in amazement at the sight of Ian’s throbbing cock aiming straight at her before she was provided with a cum facemask.

A second release of balljuice from Ian ended up splattered onto the blonde teen’s incredible bust while Laura reached up and wrapped her fingers around the thick rod of meat once more, but then Ian found to his surprise and dismay that several seconds went by without any more of them being shot out.

Feeling quite devastated about what had just happened, Ian’s pulse was racing as he acted purely on instincts by clinching the muscles of his abdomen together once more, whereupon his pressed together lips were parted and another hoarse cry rose out from his lungs as a thick plume of frothy jizz shot out of his cock to end up splattered against Sonya’s nubile frame, instantly blessing her with a thick veneer of glossy cum which went from the top of her forehead on down across her face and bust and all the way down to her crotch.

“Right,” Ian mumbled out as it dawned on him that he had suddenly been granted the ability to ejaculate whenever he wanted to, and then turned to face Roxy, who had viewed the whole spectacle with unbridled lust.

“I thought that your photo was deliciously kinky,” Ian told Roxy, smiling at how her eyes were as big as saucers while she stared at how his right hand moved up and down the considerable length of his member, “and really quite amazing.”

“Thank you Sir…” Roxy moaned rather than spoke.

Observing Ian as he heaped praise upon the caramel-skinned vixen for her camerawork, Laura felt her hairless pussy tingle as she swore that Ian’s cock had grown a little longer and thicker than it had been when it was rammed up her asshole just a few minutes earlier. The change wasn’t dramatic, but it was enough for her to notice it.

“In fact I liked it so much that I’m going to ask the model to step forwards as well, I do believe that I saw her somewhere,” Ian was now lying, as he had made sure to note where Becky was sitting as soon as he had first admired the picture, but he found the thought of her being frustrated at him failing to notice her quite appealing.
Soon Becky was making her way towards the desk, the heels of her transparent stripper sandals clicking against the wooden floor while her huge boobs were thrust out in front of her.

Like Roxy, Becky had chosen to wear an individual outfit rather than the school uniform, and hers consisted of a glossy pink dress-front which clung dramatically to her chest, its neckline being such that her breasts were constantly threatening to spill out over it, while the dress itself turned into a narrow tongue of fabric which grew thinner and thinner until it was just an arrow pointing down towards her bald, unprotected sex from just below her bellybutton.

As for the back of the dress, it consisted solely of the straps which ran over her ribs and round onto her back to meet up between her shoulder blades.

“Hello Becky,” Ian greeted the brown-haired slut, “I must say that I like your outfit.”

“Thanks, Sir,” Becky sounded as smitten by Ian as Roxy.

“It’s really rather fitting for what I’ve got planned,” Ian announced, and then turned towards Laura, who had been admiring how he was dominating the two teenaged sluts in such a laidback fashion.

“Laura, you wouldn’t be willing to surrender your shoes for a little experiment?” It took a brief moment before Laura grew wise to the reason why Ian was asking her such a question, and a nasty smile formed on her lips as she bent forwards and began to undo the straps of her right platform sandal, soon plonking it down onto the desk as she hurried to remove the other one as well.

His heart skipping a beat at the sight of Laura’s massive boobs pointing down towards the floor as she stood slightly leaned forwards with her left shin resting on her right knee, Ian came round the desk to stand behind Roxy, the bulbous crown of his member drooling precum onto the small of her back.

Noticing when Roxy turned around that the back of her hot pants were cut in such a way that it left an awful lot of her ass exposed, Ian couldn’t resist the temptation to step up behind her and surprise her by sliding the head of his cock in between her buttocks, bringing a dirty moan from her when he went on to slide more of his member down the back of her shorts until its head was lodged in far enough for his precum to soak them from the inside while the firm halves of her heart-shaped ass was pressing against the trunk of his dick.

“Ian,” Ian could hear Laura’s voice over Roxy’s soft whimpers of joy, his colleague having followed his example of no longer referring to each other by their surnames, “what should I start with, her pussy or her asshole?”

Reaching round and unbuckling Roxy’s belt, Ian considered what to reply.