Samples of the school

Suzy arched his back, bared by the short-cut of the official school crop-top. Spread his shiny, black and high-heeled shoes apart and leant forward against the school desk. It was a position he knew well… and one he naturally assumed whenever Daddy approached from behind. Whether it was to stroke the sissy’s silky, blonde pigtails, to reach around and squeeze his prominent, sensitive breasts; or just to stand silently and admire the anxious sway of his toy’s perky, little backside. It did not matter. The submissive femboy simply did what he was told to. What he was trained to. What he was born to. Felt his body and soul ache for the touch and approval of this man who claimed to be his biological father. He never questioned that obedience. Never doubted his own shivering desire. He was a pretty, little doll to be played with… and Daddy was the one who owned him.

Meanwhile Jesse was caught between a desk and a semi-hard cock… the sissy equivalent of a rock and a hard place if ever there was one. He saw the visitor from upon high unzipping his fly from his oh-so low down vantage, and knew exactly what was about to happen. Knew he would be expected to carry on with his task regardless, and knew this would only bring the older man more twisted joy as he fucked his store-bought 'son' in the middle of his classroom. What the kneeling sissy couldn't yet understand was the shiver of earnest excitement which ran up his friend's bare leg which he was holding onto for support. The teen whose anal virginity was apparently now booked and claimed by some unfathomable stranger could only wince with apprehension at the large slab of meat progressing toward the entrance above him. He couldn't help but imagine what feeling such a thing forcing its way inside his delicate, feminine frame might be like. Surely far different from the various silicon or metal facsimiles that he'd enveloped so far.

Yet, as he continued to suck upon Suzy's own swollen rod, every twitch and throb told him the other sissy's anticipation was only eager and willing. His classmate wanted to be humiliatingly penetrated, here and now, in the midst of all their friends and contemporaries. There was a palpable desperation in the way those hips subtly and teasingly swayed backwards towards the approaching erection. Jesse could practically taste the tension rising up in his friend's body, and felt his own small manhood rise up in response. The man bumped his second head against Suzy's anus, but then slid it's turgid length down lower… into Jesse's realm. The command was clear: lubricate this before I shove it inside your companion. Not that instruction was really needed when an extra penis was presented to a Slutwife in study. Jesse found himself running a salivating tongue up and down that limb before he even had to think about it.

Meanwhile, all around, the class continued unabated. Mr Durren casually including the goings on into his lesson.

"It should always be remembered that, while on school premises, you are free to be used by any esteemed visitors we might have. Your collars will not charge for services provided in what we consider an open and welcoming learning environment… Though, of course, it is your responsibility to maintain any reservations placed upon your bodies."

The old man smiled, half-proudly at the display of two of his newest students debasing themselves for the pleasure of the older gentleman who had just wandered in.

"Anyone who has permission to walk these halls; whether they are a sponsor, maintenance worker or visiting professor; is an honored guest of Madame Stanfield. Therefore they are more than welcome to sample any of the school's assets that might take their fancy. You are each an example of Stanfield's reputation for quality… never forget that…"