male Orgasm masterclass with Dr Sinclair

‘Ignore them, Mr White,’ Miss Taylor said briskly as she marched back along the car park, Ian’s massive, cumdripping member still pulsing in her right fist, the big-titted blonde head of supply handing Ian’s shaft in a businesslike manner as she shepherded him back into the school, ‘please remain professional, we all have classes to teach.’

Ian was a little disappointed to have been manhandled from his vantage point, standing over Laura and depositing a massive load onto her face and car, and he wasn’t best pleased at being hustled away from the megaboobed slut with whom he had just spent the most memorable dinner hour of his professional career, but there was little he could do to protest. He was, after all, despite all that had occurred during the day, still a substitute teacher that had been employed by the school and as such had a duty to go wherever Miss Taylor told him to.

Miss Taylor led him by the cock up the steps of the school and through the front door, the buxom blonde grinning and glancing at him as she did so, Ian shooting looks at all the classroom windows that faced onto the carpark, registering only face after face of thrilled, horny female teen student, all of whom were ogling his turgid fuckpiece.

‘How was that lunch hour, Mr White, good?’ said Miss Taylor to Ian, the boobed superslut whisking him back the climaxing, latex-clad Miss Benton in reception.

‘Terrific, actually,’ said Ian, reflecting on the time he’d just spent with Laura, who emerged through the entrance behind them, her fabulous, mile-long legs successfully encased back in the wet-look legging, the gorgeous blonde smoothing off the various articles of her clothes in the doorway, hitching the band of her black thong a little higher over her hips, making sure that the ‘Hard Cock –Cafe t-shirt was positioned perfectly on her mammoth chest so that the gleaming undersides of her bronzed tits were showing fully, cum from Ian’s recent ejaculation gleaming against her gorgeous face in gooey, irregular star shape.

‘Cum facials are all very well, Mr White,’ said Miss Taylor, noting how Ian was sending a longing look back across the hallway to Laura, who blew bubbles with the cum that had been sprayed across her face, some flecks of the stuff drifting in the air in front of her ‘but both you and Miss Hart have lessons to teach this period and the bell has just gone.’

‘I’ll see you shortly honey,’ said Miss Hart brightly to Ian, waving the tips of her fingers at him, ‘save a huge load for me. Don’t go soft.’

‘I don’t think there’s much chance of that, Laura,’ said Ian, calling over his shoulder as Miss Taylor took hold of his giant prong and led him off down the corridor, blasting open the double doors that led in front of them to the next corridor with an awesomely sized discharge of precum.

‘Really, Mr White,’ said Miss Taylor, ‘anyone would think that you weren’t keen on teaching the next lesson we have you down for.’

‘I do, really I do,’ protested Ian, ‘it’s just that Miss Hart and I have a good professional relationship and I was hoping to do more team-teaching with her.’

Miss Taylor’s heels clicked in time with her brisk steps down the empty corridor. Playfully, she pressed Ian’s cock down between his legs as they walked and watched with satisfaction as the monstrously tumescent length swung back upwards and released a bolt of precum that cascaded in front of them, turning over and over on itself as it spiralled down the corridor.

‘Well we had a number of plans for you, Mr White, but the fact is that they were all overridden when you went to lunch. Now this has nothing, I should say, absolutely nothing to do with the frankly pornographic photographs that I received over the course of lunch break from Miss Hart’s phone of the two of you in flagrante. What you and Miss Hart get up to outside of school premises is simply a matter for you. Of course I should add that there was a certain erotic quality to the shot of that blonde slut deepthroating this enormous pussy missile with your massive ox-balls wrapped around your shaft and placed against her forehead.’

‘Thank you,’ said Ian.

‘Nevertheless,’ continued Miss Taylor, ‘this has to do with an encounter that you had prior to that. In the very doorway that we’ve just walked through.’

Ian racked his brains. The past hour with Laura had been so incredible he could hardly think of anything else. Then he recalled the encounter that he and Laura had had on the threshold of the school. What was the name that Laura had used?

‘You mean with Dr Sinclair?’

‘Well done, Ian,’ said Miss Taylor. ‘Now put that monstercock between my tits and I’ll tell you the rest.’

Miss Taylor stopped in the middle of the corridor and turned so that she was face-on to Ian. Pulling up her mesh top so that it bunched around her collarbone, the gorgeous blonde vixen fully exposed her ginormous knockers to the supply teacher, who reached instantly for his thick shaft and swung his boner between the sexy minx’s huge set of funbags, planting the club like meat-truncheon between Miss Taylor’s cleavage with a wet, hollow SLAP. Gina instantly pressed her tits together, holding her palms against the outside of her tits and encasing Ian’s cockflesh in the firm, smooth cavern of her cleavage as he began to saw his monstercock between her boobs.

‘That’s better, you stud,’ gasped Miss Taylor, as Ian reached out and started to tweak her nipples as he titfucked her in the corridor, ‘well you made an impression on Dr Sinclair.’

‘Who is she?’

‘Dr Sinclair is the director the research facility on the annexe of the school and her speciality is abnormal and enhanced sexual potency. She developed many of the **** that you’ve taken today, some of which are the reason that you’ve just been able to project a metre long burst of precum over my head and all over the bulletin board on the wall behind me.’

‘I did the same thing to her face,’ said Ian.

‘Well, quite,’ said Miss Taylor, ‘that’s why she remembered you. She was bringing a male model to the lesson she’s about to teach.’

‘I remember him,’ said Ian, thinking of the way in which the massive prick in Dr Sinclair’s hand had bucked and sent a blast of precum into Laura’s face.

‘Well she decided that one isn’t enough,’ said Miss Taylor, once again turning after she had engulfed the head of Ian’s prick in her moist mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she exerted a massive amount of suction on the hard shaft. At this point she proceeded to lead Ian down the next corridor, and Ian grasped her precum slick boobs with the palm of his hand, unable to fit the whole of the immense globe into his grasp, Miss Taylor resuming the walk down the corridor, now jacking his shaft hard as she did so, her huge tits sticking proudly out in front of her.

‘What do you mean?’ said Ian.

‘Dr Sinclair has two PhDs, Mr White. She’s a very prominent biologist in her field. A world-leader, actually, and we’re very lucky to have her. Anyway, she has very graciously volunteered to give up her afternoon of research to teach a masterclass in our Science department. And her subject is the male orgasm.’

‘I can do that...’ ventured Ian.

‘Yes, you’re qualified,’ assented Miss Taylor, stopping outside a classroom door, ‘but do be careful. Dr Sinclair thinks she might need you as a backup because... she might “wear out” the one she brought with her. He’s an enhanced subject, but she can be very demanding. To be honest I think he looked a little peaky before the lesson even began.’

With this, Miss Taylor patted Ian on the back, opened the door to the nearest Science room, and thrust him through the door.

Ian picked up a quick impression of the room as he stumbled through the threshold and Miss Taylor slammed the door behind him. The room was a science lab, with desks, the high stools that were common, gas taps for Bunsen burners and a slight raised platform at the front where the teacher’s desk was.

At the front of this raised level, was Dr Sinclair. She was incredibly beautiful, her two-tone hair lustrous, long and falling in silky, voluminous tresses around her astoundingly gorgeous face. She was wearing a pair of black vinyl stockings that sheathed her legs completely, the skintight material all the way from her toes to the juncture of her thighs and pussy, where her juicing honeypot was sluttishly exposed. On her feet were a pair of black shiny vinyl stripper sandals with platform soles and stiletto heels that matched her shiny PVC stocking perfectly. Dr Sinclair’s arms were sporting a garment that complemented her legwear in a similar fashion, with long shiny vinyl gloves that covered absolutely all of her arms, the only part of her that was exposed in that region being the tips of her fingers sticking out at the end.

Dr Sinclair wasn’t wearing a lot apart from this. Her slender waist was trimmed with a golden chain that went all the way around it, the large links of metal flashing against the deep tan of her flesh. Her stomach muscles were tight, trim, and beautifully defined, just short of being sculptured, but her ripped, fit physique in that region belied her tits. Dr Sinclair’s knockers took Ian’s breath away, a huge pair of golden tanned globes that thrust out of her chest in awesome projection, the massive orbs flaring out to the front like monstrous, firm, succulent melons, each easily bigger than her head in size, each perfectly round in proportion. They were very probably as large as Laura’s. She had what appeared to be a leather belt slung across the front of her bulging orbs, but this only hid her nipples, and her bursting underboobs and massive, deep cleavage was showing fully above and below.

She was standing, and was leaning backwards slightly in a fashion that looked for all the world as if she were distributing her weight in that way to allow the class the perfect view of her body. The man that Ian had encountered before was in front of her, naked. His monstercock was jutting out enormously in front of him, the veined length pulsing visibly, even as far away from where Ian was standing. The massive purple head, the size and shape of an ox heart, was pulsating, throbbing urgently, the thick crown stuffed at the apex of Dr Sinclair’s slit, her pussy lips split apart by the protruding pillar of cockflesh. The huge log was horizontally inclined and it didn’t look as if the man was trying to push the huge staff into the gorgeous black and blonde haired slut’s pussy, but more that it had just smacked into the beautiful slut’s vulva with some **** and lodged against the sticky lips.

The man, Ian noticed, was gasping loudly, as if at the end of his exertions, although Dr Sinclair looked composed and sanguine.

‘Ah,’ she said, noting Ian’s entrance, ‘just in time. Another subject for the Male Orgasm masterclass, ejaculation 101.’