Principal calls the nurse for you.

Hidden beneath your desk, the soft, warm, wet tongue that the head of your dick is currently resting on begins to slowly inch further along your length. Unbidden, a groan finally escapes your lips as the curios, busty, red-headed and currently topless, student, Abby, decides to more fully experience your cock.

“Doe!”

You jump slightly as your eyes snap wide open. When had you closed them? On the other side of your desk, the school principal and, incidentally, your boss Mr. Strictland stares at you with obvious concern as he lifts a phone receiver to his ear.

“My God, you’re sweating and moaning, John! Don’t you think you should lie down or something—yes? Hello?” He turns away from you somewhat as he speaks to someone in the nurse’s office.

Your first impulse is to try to deal with the owner of the increasingly inquisitive tongue that is starting to rub against the sides of your shaft as well as the bottom now. As heavenly as the sensation is; it’s also about to get you fired… or worse. You resist however; instead you focus on Zoey, the equally busty and equally topless twin at the far side of the room. With few hiding places in your office, she’s instead been waving her hands rather frantically over the Principal’s shoulder to get your attention. As if you could forget that you’ve got a half-naked student standing in the middle of your office!

With Strictland’s attention momentarily elsewhere, however, you take a moment to motion wildly towards your coat rack and the single, light jacket hanging from it. After a few moments of confusion she seems to get the idea and grabs the jacket. Your plan was for her to put on the jacket to cover her rather impressive, heaving breasts and make an escape from the room. Instead, you watch in horror as she places it over her head and stands stark still beneath it; clearly trying to imitate the coat rack. You slap your palm to your forehead as the image of Bugs Bunny imitating a lamp by hiding beneath a lamp shade plays somewhere in the back of your mind. This can’t be happening. Part of you had wondered if the twins hadn’t lost their school uniforms on purpose to get you alone; now you have to wonder if they really aren’t just the dumbest girls in the class. But it’s too late now, she can’t see you with the jacket over her face and you can’t very well start calling across your office too her. ‘Roll with it,’ you tell yourself.

A gasp escapes your lips again as the hot, wet mouth beneath you gets even more bold and gives your cock a small experimental suck. You are totally going to fail this girl… or marry her… it’s getting hard to tell. But before you can focus on this problem Strictland turns back towards you and he hangs up the phone.

“Sorry John,” he says apologetically, “the nurse is busy with some student emergency.” You’re about to breath a sigh of relieve when your boss continues, “so she’s sending an assistant. Well, a student really, but I’m sure they’ll be able to help.”

“A st-student?,” you echo in rising panic. You’re about to visited and examined by yet another of your charges?! Does God hate you? Are you just fated to spend time in jail?! Can it get ANY worse for you?!

This thought goes through your head at almost the same instant as a knock comes from your office door. You hold your breath as Mr. Strictland turns finally towards it and the still stupidly disguised Zoey. By some minor miracle, he doesn’t notice the shapely legs leading from the bottom of the jacket as he strides by and opens the door to reveal the nurses assistant…