At an administrative review

Miss Sand had told me to strip as I waited for the superintendent to finish his previous appointment with Miss Hill to finish. Miss Hill's moans permeated through the walls of Superintendant Snow's office. The amount of cum caked in Miss Sand's hair and torn clothes was a testament to Snow's renowned libido.

Sand was his assistant, but he is known to also keep a pet cocksleeve in his office and has a schedule set to meet with (and fuck) not only the teachers, but all the female students and their mothers.

Today was a slow day, according to Miss Sand, so I was sure to get my fill.

A final grunt was heard from the office, followed by a slap and a moan. Miss Hill's painslut implant working it's magic.

The door opened and Miss Hill crawled out of the room with at least a dozen pencils sticking out of her ass.

*At least he stuck the eraser side in first.* I thought.

"Miss Sand, clean Miss Hill up, would you? And mark her file as "Needs further review." I'd like to see her every six months."

"Yes sir." She stood up, bottomless of course, and grabbed a tissue.

"Ah ah, Miss Sand. Your tongue."

"Yes sir." She put the tissue down and got on all fours to crawl over to Miss Hill.

Mr. Snow turned to me. "Stone, right? Crawl into my office and take a seat."

He stood in the doorway as I got on all fours and crawled into the room. I got a good look at his cock as it slid across my face on my way past him. It had to be at least a foot long.

The chair had been used thoroughly so I sat down in a pool of cum. He strode in and took a seat across from me. I could hear the cocksleeve below his desk cleaning his cock.

"Now now," he said, browsing my file. "Where to begin?"