The Dean Returns

The door opens, and a woman strides effortlessly through it, wearing a grey skirt and jacket over a plain white blouse. Her jet-black hair is pulled high and tight in a bun with thin, black glasses over a pair of piercing blue eyes. The conservative nature of her outfit seems to belie her importance. She's wearing stockings and flats with a skirt that reaches her knees - clearly not eager to show off her legs. Her blouse is buttoned high up to her neck, and with the jacket over top, you would think it would be difficult to get a sense of her body. But it's quite the opposite, seeing the jacket's strain and the way the skirt clings to her hips, it's obvious the outfit is an attempt to downplay her body in an academic environment. Long story short, she is clearly stacked.

"Olivia, when's my next - oh!" She walks in looking down at her phone before eventually noticing the burly man who has replaced her busty, redheaded aide. She takes you in for a moment, evaluating you from behind her thick frames. "You must be Dr. Grant? Tanya Matthews, dean of students," she says, apparently taking your outfit at face value, reaching out to shake your hand. "I am so sorry to keep you waiting! There was a situation with one of our classes. And I am so sorry my student assistant wasn't here to greet you."

Without the need to correct her, you simply nod in agreement while shaking her hand. "I am so glad to hear you're interested in becoming a donor! Please come into my office and we can talk more." She breezes past you without a second look at Olivia's desk - or the cum-covered red-head slumbering underneath it. Your dick twitches as you give her one last look before closing the dean's door behind you.

"Not a problem," you reply, following her through the entryway, closing the door behind you. Her office is stereotypical - plush leather chairs, books and degrees lining the walls, along with a golden nameplate with her name and title engraved.

"Well, welcome to St. Juggs Academy. I know you might be familiar with our history as a reform school for wayward women," Tanya offers, taking a seat behind her desk, and encouraging you to take one as well. You plop down into the chair across from hers as she continues. You didn't know any of that, but it's wonderful to hear.

"We strive to turn troublemakers into strong, affirmed, capable women. And we can't do that with a sub-standard campus, so that's where you come in!" she says with a laugh. You smile, but say nothing, allowing her to fill the silence and give you the power in negotiation. You've seen this place; it's a dump. So, the amount of money she's looking for must be the kind of amount that makes people do things they normally wouldn't....

She clears her throat in awkward discomfort. "And, um, well, I know we hadn't discussed terms, but what exactly were you thinking, donation-wise?"

"More than what we talked about before," you grunt, leaning forward, and knowing how the game is played. "With some conditions, of course."

"Yes, of course, of course!" Tanya replies, clearly on board for the idea. "We can put your name on a building,, let you sit on the board, whatever you would like!"

"No, nothing like that," you say with a wave of the hand, rising from your seat. "I'm just gonna need a blowjob," you say flatly as you pull your pants to the ground.

"WHAT?!" Tanya shrieks, mouth agape. "How dare you?! I would never! Please pull your pants back up and leave!" Her eyes stare directly at your exposed cock, hard as a diamond and pointed directly at her.

"Oh, really?" you say, momentarily taken aback. But then, maybe despite herself, Tanya bites her lip and you know you have her. "I'll just go then..." You reach down slowly, stalling as you anticipate what comes next: compromise.

"Wait!" There it is, you think as you stand back up, smiling wryly. "Don't leave just yet, we can figure something out!" she pleads.

"Terms are pretty clear," you reply, gesturing towards your cock. Her deep blue eyes dart back and forth between your dick and face, filling with increasing worry and resignation. Her chest heaves as her breathing picks up causing your cock to throb as your mind is flooded with thoughts of ripping that blouse open for a better look. "And you're sure you can double your donation?" she finally deigns.

You slowly shuffle around her desk until you are next to her, close enough for you to feel her breath on your tip. "If you're as good as I think, I might triple it," you emptily promise.

"That would be wonderf-MMMMPH!" Cutting her off and ending the negotiations there, you grab the back of her head and shove your cock into her mouth. "Now, make it worth it..." you mutter, releasing her head as she nods and immediately begins suckling. Hands freed, you reach down to momentarily grab Tanya's breasts through her blouse before ripping it open.

Almost like magic, a pair of gigantic tits spill out as if from nowhere. "Oh, fuck, where were you hiding these?" you exclaim with giddy surprise. As Dean Tanya mumbles an unnecessary reply around your cock, you waste no time in reaching down to roughly grope her breasts. They're huge, bigger than a handful each. You can't even fathom how they might look hanging from her petite frame.

"Holy fuuuuck," you moan, abruptly pulling yourself from Tanya's mouth as a line of saliva runs from your tip to her lips. You rip the cups of her bra down forcefully, yanking her torso forward. Topped with dark nipples and areolas, you moan again as you see them in their nude, fleshy glory. You reach up with your hand and spit into your palm, rubbing it all over the dean's cleavage.

"Ugh, what in the world?" she exclaims, trying to move backward, but finding nowhere to go. "You can't tell me you've never been titfucked before?" I ask as I shove my dick between her wet milksacks and start thrusting wildly. If Tanya was going to answer, you don't give her the chance as your frenetic, haphazard pumping interrupts her. There's no rhythm to it as you simply let your dick guide the experience - alternatiing between fast quick fucking, and slow, luxuriant pumps. This continues for several minutes as you continue to pull and rub at her nipples, undoubtedly becoming sore and chafed. "Unf unf ugh unf," Tanya grunts. "Is this really necessary? Groping my breasts...ungh...wasn't really part...ufff...of the original deal."

You furrow your brow in consternation. Is she still trying to run things? you think to yourself as you shove hard up through the pillow-y cleavage and back into Tanya's mouth. "The deal is whatever I say it is," you remind her, gripping her hair and sliding her lips up and down on your wet cock. Looking down with a devilish grin, you watch her shut her eyes tight - **** not to make eye contact with you, even accidentally - as her mouth slides up and down on the thick slab of man-meat. "Yeah, the deal is what I say it is," you repeat as a devilish thought slips through your mind.

"Actually, there's something you should know," you say, holding her head still and pointing it up towards yours. Cock perched on her tongue, she looks up at you with expectant doe eyes. "I'm not who I say I am." You try to take a mental picture as her eyes go wide. "I'm just some mental patient who wanted to fuck your mouth. And you let me."

"MMMPHH!" she protests, immediately trying to push herself off of you, but unable to budge even an inch. "No, no," you say, pulling her down further in response. "You gotta live with this one, slut. Big, important dean job and you just let me walk in and pump your face."

Hips moving faster as you taunt her, you continue. "Didn't even notice that I facefucked that little ginger slut out front into unconsciousness. You walked right past her! HA!" Your laugh is deep, and derisive. Tanya can't even manage a muffled reply at this point as you work your hips at top speed. The only sound to escape her face are deep, gutteral gags and groans while her wet, reddened tits noisily flop against her chest.

"You made it so easy!" You can't help yourself now, the dirty talk flowing from you freely. "They say I'm crazy, but EVERY" GLUCK "SLUT" GLUCK "I SEE" GUCK GUMPH "IS BLOWING ME!" GUUUUCK. You slow your pounding to a deliberate thrust, feeling your balls tighten as they swing and slap against her chin. Her tits press into your legs as you hold her down, loving the sound of her gags around your wide cock. Her red eyes flutter as she struggles to stay alert - the sheer effort of **** down your rod zapping her energy.

"Time to take it! Time to take it all!" you suddenly groan, speeding up one last time with long strands of slick, black hair intertwined in your fingers. "Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Yes!" you moan, tapping the back of Tanya's throat. "Take it, take it, take it ALLLLLLL-RUUUUUUGHHHHHHH!" You groan and press your hips forward with tremendous **** as your dick slides into Dean Matthew's throat and immediately begins to cum.

Your arms flex as you hold her down with your back hunched over top of her head. Tanya's nose is firmly pressed into your midsection while your balls rest on her chin, clutching and in spasm as they fire sticky ropes out through your dick. Tanya has **** but to swallow as best she can. You feel her throat constrict around you as she desperately gulps, unaware that the effort is futile.

Even after blowing several loads already today, this one is somehow the biggest yet. Tanya's hands fall limply at her sides as her eyes gently close. And like all the fellators before her, the dean easily slides off your dick and back into her plush chair as cum leaks from her lips while she softly gurgles and snores. Tits still hanging from the front of her torn blouse and covered in spit, sweat and flecks of cum, she's a far cry from her buttoned-up persona.

Breathing heavily, you stare at her prone body as ideas flood your mind. This is no longer a fantasy; it's your new reality, and you plan to take full advantage. As Tanya softly breathes, you reach out to grab her tits once again before her phone dings with an alert that grabs your attention....