St. Juggs

With such a suggestive name, and the promise of girls with loose morals, it was hard to pass up a ticket to St. Juggs. When you thought about it, there was no guarantee anyone would even BE at the campground. And so, you pick the road to the left of the fork and continue up the road towards St. Juggs.

After a few minutes of walking, you finally reach the school - marked by a golden-plated sign out front that reads "ST. JOSEPH JUGGS ACADEMY FOR WAYWARD WOMEN". It seems to be just one ivy-covered, red brick building - about a block long and six or seven stories tall. Walking through a wrought-iron gate, you proceed through the only entrance into a large atrium that opens into a long-ish hallway. It's empty as you walk through, hearing your footsteps echo off the walls.

You wonder for a moment if you just came to a deserted school, but as you continue down the hallway, you see classrooms - female teachers lecturing female students in every one. And suddenly, you feel like the smartest man in the world.

You keep walking until the hall dead ends in front of two large wooden doors topped by a golden plaque reading "DEAN'S OFFICE". Without hesitation, you push them open and enter the room like a conquering hero - dressed in dirty scrubs.

"Um, can I help you?" a redhead asks from behind a desk, somehow able to look confused and bored simultaneously.

"You the dean?" you ask.

She loudly, exaggeratedly sighs. "Nooooo, I'm her assistant Olivia. She's out observing a class right now. Are you here to fix something or whatever?" You nod. "You can wait over there." Some vetting process. She couldn't be less interested in you or her job, motioning over to her left where a tiny sitting area is arranged.

She is quickly back to ignoring the world - and by extension, you. She's buried in her phone while you take the moment to She's seated behind a simple wooden desk with a computer and a phone, leaned back in her chair, legs crossed. Her outfit is fairly simple - a plain white tank top and a plaid skirt - but her body makes it pop. She's got incredible tits and legs and pale, freckled skin contrasting with her bright red locks hanging down past her shoulders.

You look over to the seats, and back to Olivia - who has her back to you now, rolling chair turned away. You *could* wait for the dean, but why? You stand behind her, and spin her around to face you.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you? I said go wait over there!" Olivia's in perfect position, eye-to-eye with your growing bulge which threatens to put another hole in your pants.

"Don't feel like it, bored," you grunt, hands on your hips.

"Not my fucking problem!" Olivia exclaims, defiant, but with a hint of a tremor in her voice.

"Yeah, it is..." You swiftly yank your pants to your knees, hard dick free once again, impatiently pointing at the center of Olivia's face. "Suck it. Now."

"Oh my god, what the fuck," Olivia quietly breathes, apparently stupefied by your boldness. Or, maybe, like "Ashley the Nurse" before her, she's in awe of your nearly foot-long cock. Mouth hanging open just slightly, you don't waste time or opportunity, grabbing the back of her chair, and pulling it forward. .The tip spears past her lips and her eyes go wide as you push further and further, only stopping when you hear her first loud gag.

"Ughhhhh," you groan. "Took you long enough! All you sluts are making me wait today!" Olivia's head now held in place between the chair and your cock, you hold her in place as your hands begin to explore her body. You reach down and grab her tits over her tank top, finding them to braless and much more than a handful. You press forward and groan loudly as you grip and massage her chest like two heavy balloons. Your hips start to move quicker, and Olivia's head is still locked in position with no other choice but to accept the face-fucking.

Her eyes still wide, Olivia's mouth stretches open to accept you, drool coating her lips and your cock. Her hands stayed locked at her side, tightly gripping the arms of her chair, as she continues to gag around your meaty member. "GUCK GUCK GUCK GUCK!"

"Fuck yeah, suck it harder!" you instruct, feeling as she valiantly tries to suck while managing your girth. You love every second, patting yourself on the back for choosing this fork in the road. For a few minutes more, you switch between a frenetic, manic pace and a slower, measured one, keeping yourself directly on the precipice of orgasm without falling over the edge. Your talkative excitement has turned to quiet focus, as the sounds of slurping and sucking fill silent void of the plush waiting room.

Without a word of warning, you push the chair backwards, allowing Olivia's mouth to slide off your cock. She immediately begins to suck in heaving breaths as long strands of saliva stretch from her lips back to your twitching erection. Still silent, you roughly pull her from the chair, depositing her on the floor as you take the seat for yourself. "Keep going," you gruffly instruct, rough hands now gripping Olivia by the shoulders to pull her between your legs.

She still seems to be hypnotized by your dick, not even bothering to make eye contact with anything else as she follows orders - opening her mouth wide for another dick descent. As soon as her lips touch your tip again, your hands are back on her head, rough treatment of her mouth resumed. Bouncing off the back of her throat, you resist entering it fully for fear it would immediately cause you to blast off. Your mind is only focused on making sure this blowjob lasts as long as possible. "Ugh, fuck, you can suck me anytime," you groan. Olivia's hands are behind her back now as she cedes complete control to you. Her white tank top is soaked in dripping saliva, almost sheer at this point as the top of her tits shine in the gleam of the office lights.

Even with your procrastination, you can feel your load hastily approaching. You grip Olivia's bright red hair and pull her down as far as you can, helping her to swallow the entire length of your cock. Feeling her throat tight around your tip, you explode as predicted, unleashing another torrent of cum down an unsuspecting throat. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!" You cry out as Olivia's eyes go wide, but she keeps her hand to herself, swallowing quickly to avoid being overwhelmed. Thick ropes continue to unload into her gullet as your hefty balls twitch and tense.

What seemed like a one-off in the medical van has turned into a trend as your orgasm is longer and bigger than normal. Between the unexpected face-fucking and swallowing a hefty amount of your cum, her eyes flit and flutter as her energy fades. Even as you let her go, her weight falls into you, seemingly unable to stay upright. You lower her to the ground as you hear footsteps approaching from the echoing hallway. Pushing her underneath her own desk, you pull up your pants and stand up just in time for the door to swing open....