Back to Miss Taylor’s office

“So, where are we going?” Ian asked as they progressed down the path leading back towards the main school building, considering it rather peculiar to be ambling across the grounds completely naked and with an equally naked, statuesque slut holding his hand while continuously using her other hand to rub his cum into her skin.

“Back to my office,” Gina replied.

“Why’s that?” Ian’s question came as he was wholly conscious of the fact that one of the reasons for them holding hands, apart from their mutual enjoyment of the sense of intimacy that it brought on, was the fact that Gina would most likely otherwise grab hold of his cock, which would in turn result in pretty much everyone at the school being able to watch through the windows how he assfucked her out in the open

“Well Ian,” Now that there was just the two of them, Gina apparently considered herself free to treat him in a warm and friendly manner that completely belied that they shared any sort of professional relationship, “considering that there’s no way in hell that you won’t be hired at this school, not after the board of trustees are informed of the dozens of cum-blasted, utterly exhausted sluts that you’ve left in your wake on your first day, including the future Queen of Porn, I think that it’s in order to start working on smoothing out some of your rough edges.”

“What kind of rough edges?”

“Oh nothing much really, it’s more that I think that we could all benefit from you learning a bit more about to present and carry yourself for maximum effect,” Gina explained, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, all you have to do to make every girl that lay eyes upon you cream herself is to show up naked with that monster pointing out in front of you, but that doesn’t mean that you wouldn’t benefit from some input on what sort of manoeuvres to perform.”

“What, like Zoe did with the fan earlier?”

“Yes, or the way in which you took complete charge of things back in the hothouse,” Gina smiled dreamily as she thought back to what had transpired a short while earlier, “it was quite exhilarating to watch you act as though having six supreme sluts like that at your disposal was the most natural thing in the world. Which it will be, I’m sure.”

The remainder of the short walk back to Gina’s office transpired without any incidents, with the two of them being engaged in a friendly conversation as they moved through the abandoned halls, every so often hearing various suggestive noises coming from the classrooms that they walked past but never stopping to investigate the causes for them.

“Now then,” Miss Taylor said to Ian as they entered her office, which looked exactly as they had left it, “why don’t you wait here while I pop off and get myself a little bit more presentable?”

“I thought you liked looking like that,” Ian humorously observed regarding Gina’s cum-drenched state, having long since noted how an intricate web of glossy ropes had been formed when they had distended themselves down from the front and underside of her bulging chest to connect with the etched outlines of her trim belly.

“I fucking love it,” Gina replied with a smile to match her sultry voice, a short giggle following when her words triggered a wad of precum to spurt forth from Ian’s pisshole, “but a big part of the fun is getting there. It’s really quite a spectacle to sit on my knees and watch your cock beating, knowing that I’m just seconds away from being fucking drenched with your jizz.”

“Think you can survive without me for about ten minutes?” Gina asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

“I’ll try,” Ian promised.

“Good, because I’d be somewhat offended if you were to get bored of waiting for me and went to find someone else to fuck.”

“The thought hadn’t crossed my mind.”

“Liar,” Gina offered Ian a ravenous smile.

At that point, Gina began to move towards the door, but the buxom blonde only managed to get a few steps before changing her mind and swinging back round to saunter up to Ian, who stood still and waited to find out what she had come up with to do next.

Without a word, though a husky moan did sweep out of her mouth, Gina took Ian’s gargantuan fuckpiece in a two-handed grip and pushed it up in front of her even as she slid closer still to him, so that the two of them were soon standing face-to-face, with Gina’s hard little nipples poking Ian’s chest while the trunk of his cock was lodged into the deep cleft that separated her extensive boobs from each other.

After sending Ian one last scorching gaze, Gina titled her head forwards and took the fist-sized bell end of his tumescent fuckmast into her mouth, making sure drool out spit which could run down the veiny length of his cumtube as she slid his cockhead past her plump, velvety lips.

Ian managed to groan out a tense “Oh fuck…” as Gina’s hands slid up to press against the side of her tits, pressing the two enormous orbs of firm titflesh tighter around his cock while her tongue danced across the responsive surface of his meaty business-end.

“There,” Gina said once she’d spat Ian’s cockhead out of her mouth and had allowed the whole thing to come sliding out from between her tits, though she did grab hold of its trunk with her hands and lean down to plant a soft kiss on its purple head before continuing, “consider that a little forget-me-not.”

Moments later, Gina had sashayed her way out through the door, leaving Ian alone to find a chair which wasn’t stained by his previous ejaculations to sit in.

Leaning forwards with the head of his erect cock sticking out beyond his knees and his bloated balls slipping over the edge of his seat, Ian chuckled softly to himself while running the palm of his hand down his face, and then leaned back in the chair to get a few minutes of well-deserved rest before Gina returned.

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