Some form of 'Pole Dance' Competition!

‘Fuchs-Well,’ Ginni confirmed, shaking the hand proffered to her, ‘and your first name?’

‘Anna-Lee,’ said Anna-Lee Fuchs-Well, smiling broadly.

‘Isn’t it funny that both of you have names which can be interpreted in uncharitable names by filthy minded and depraved people?’ Ian suddenly said.

There was a deep, morbid silence.

‘What do you mean by that, Mr White?’ Ginni said cooly.

‘Well…’ Ian said, immediately embarrassed, and then harrumphed, while Anna-Lee enjoyed his discomfort, ‘it’s just… you know… Edgerton… Longpipe… Ginni “Edgerton-Longpipe?”’

For the first time, Ginni looked slightly put out. She pushed her glasses up her nose.

‘I don’t see anything amusing in my surname. In fact I can’t even fathom how it might be interpreted in a sexual way.’

‘No,’ Anna-Lee clarified, ‘I’m scratching my head and I can’t think of any innuendo in Ginni’s surname either.’

Anna-Lee pushed open the door to the dance studio, and, behind Ginni’s back, made the most obscene wanking-jerkoff-fist-to-lips-tongue-prodding-into-cheek blowjob face to Ian that he had ever seen.

Ian felt his cock stir as he looked at Miss Fuchs-Well, and his shoulders slumped as his will to remain chaste throughout the course of the lesson deteriorated as he basked in the gorgeous blonde’s pornified charms. What a magnificent slut she was. Ginni hadn’t batted an eyelid at the dance teacher’s appearance, which was becoming par for the course, but Ian’s monster dick bucked up appreciatively at Anna-Lee’s obscene get-up.

The blonde, twenty-three-year-old looked like she was just about to strut into a porn shoot as a slutty aerobics porn chickadee rather than a dance teacher.

Ian was stupefied by the blonde whore’s appearance. She was in a black shiny dance leotard with a mere sliver of material slung tight over her pussy, the slick, pink lips of her vagina peeking out from either side. The thin line of material passed upwards over her groin and ripped, sculptured, six-pack abs, sleek muscles in a chiselled rows with lines of striation, until it swept outwards to encompass her absolutely hulking, projecting, spheroid flesh boulders that burst out of her chest, the shiny material making the honking tit torpedoes look like cannonballs as they bulged in perfect globes. Twin piercings could be seen from under the material on each of her nipples, with a tattoo of a winged, flaming, sword-pierced heart on between her luscious upper cleavage. Anna-Lee was in hot pink legwarmers and perched on incredibly high black shiny stripper sandals with platform soles.

Ian felt his dick more than twitch, the monstrous snake stirring, and the gargantuan fuck organ slipped out from where it had been lodged behind his ass. The material in the tiny nylon shorts shifted a little.

Miss Fuchs-Well let the door close momentarily after Ginni had passed through it, and held her tattooed hand against it, as if to push it open, Ginni’s shape recognisable behind the frosted glass.

‘Ian, I really hope you have the chance to fuck my ass this lesson. You know I have the prettiest asshole.’

There was a further slight rustling in the shorts, and then the movement of something *dropping*. Something big. They both looked down.

Ian’s gargantuan, thick, vein-roped fuck log had escaped its confines, twisted in its inadequate confinement, and slipped through the left side of the leg of his shorts. It was flaccid, but lethally, hugely, monstrously long, and it lolled out of his shorts and dangled between his legs pendulously.

‘Monster fucking cock,’ Miss Fucks-Well said. ‘Fucking huge monster cock.’

Ian looked down at his massive appendage freely swaying between his legs. The tip of the ginormous, throbbing log adjacent to his calves. Another foot of so and it would have been dragging on the floor.

‘Anna-Lee, this really isn’t the time,’ Ian protested. Ginni was right behind the door!

‘You should have thought about that before you got that huge, delicious slab of fuckmeat out in public, Mr White,’ Anna-Lee said seductively. She looked down at it, then up at Ian, eyes theatrically wide, then down at Ian’s dick again. ‘It’s massive…’ she breathed.

Ian looked down helplessly as his enormous, fleshy fuck log started to flood with blood, twisting his hands in agony, unable to prevent the vast, tubular fuck-python swelling as it became monstrously engorged. Fuck! As he and Miss Fuchs-Well looked, Anna-Lee open mouthed, it became absolutely rock hard and fully erect in less than three seconds, the massive clublike tube elevating and attaining rigidity like a balloon was being blown up.

THHHWAKKKSPLLATTTTTTTTT!!!!!

The monster schlong attained full rigidity and pivoted up until its scything through the air was stopped dead when the huge blunt tip smacked hard into Miss Fuchs-Well’s PVC clad pussy.

‘Fucking hell.’ Ian mumbled.

Anna-Lee shot Ian a ‘you’ve done it now’ sort of look.

‘Mr White,’ said Anna-Lee in wide-eyed mock-innocence, ‘Why on earth would you slap my pussy with this massive fucking cock while the *School Inspector* is on the other side of the door?’

Though gritted teeth, as the massive-titted bombshell ground her cunt around the tip of his dick, swirling her hips slowly in a seductive, exaggerated motion, Ian managed to say something that given other circumstances he would never believe having come from his own mouth:

‘Miss Fucks-well, if you do anything to make this compromising position more compromising than it already it, you and me are going to fall out.’

Anna-Lee grinned spectacularly, winked at Ian, and stepped backwards to allow his monstrous torpedo fuckpole-already primed to burst, to pop up and out of the slick juncture of her perfect thigh-gap. Ian’s fucktube wobbled in the air as it sprung upwards, and Miss Fuchs-Well extended a hand, clasped it just below the rounded brim of the smooth, purple, angry-looking tip, and gave it, for about five seconds, the sexiest, sloppiest, slurpiest kiss ever. Then she released it.

‘Just stay close behind me,’ she said. ‘I’ve got this.’

Anna-Lee pushed open the door and Ian pressed in close behind her as they proceeded through, Ian shunting his colossal, this phallus into the stacked hardbodied dance teacher’s beautifully round and projecting butt cheeks. It nestled there, the first foot of it hot-dogged by Miss Fuchs-Well’s glorious, smooth, tight, fleshy, taut and springy projecting bubble ass, the rest of it resting in the shallow groove of muscles up the small of the Dance teacher’s back, the monster head between her shoulder blades. Anna-Lee fluffed her hair and her blonde tresses mostly covered it up.

‘Now Mr White, how can you possibly explain *this*?’ Ginni said the moment they got through the door. Ian blinked while he wondered what the hell she was going on about, peering over Anna-Lee’s shoulder, the two of them uncomfortably close.

‘Not sure that I follow you, Ginni,’ Ian said, nonplussed, but as cooly and evenly as he could considering that his more than a foot and a half of raging fuck flesh was in the open in the room, just one incredibly sexy and pornified horned-up balloon-titted dance teacher between it and the Inspector.

‘Well,’ Ginni said, turning a waving her arm demonstrably, ‘look at this! I don’t think you expect me to believe that these too are fireman’s poles?’

Ian got the point. The ceiling lights of the dance studio were off and instead the studio lights, rigged from the ceiling, were set up, with Fresnel lights cast onto a stage which gave the room rather a cabaret feel. And on the stage, as ever, were three stripper poles in front of floor-to-ceiling full-length mirrors.

‘Those…’ Ian mumbled, ‘those are…’

‘Those are stripper poles,’ Anna-Lee finished decisively.