Compensation

As he swung his turgid slab of fuckmeat in a sideway motion towards Lexxxi, Ian had cause to think of old black and white war movies due to his cock now resembling an old ack ack gun as it thumped out one thick gob of cum after another and sent them flying across the room to splatter against the farthermost wall.

Emma and Lexxxi were not the only girls whose efforts Ian had been sent to evaluate and grade, and it was quite natural that the ones which had yet to saunter out onto the catwalk were peeking through the curtain to gawk at his cum-spewing member, the noise of his jizz hitting the wall would have made them curious even if nothing else had.

Due to fortunate circumstances, one of the peeping sluts stuck her head out at the exact location where the latest of Ian’s cum-blobs was heading, and he relished the opportunity to steal a quick glance at how the expression on her face changed into one of both shock and blissful excitement before her features were instantly masked behind a sticky façade of his balljuice.

Finally, Ian came to the point where he could aim his cockhead at Lexxxi, with the delectable young thing looking suitably impressed by the trail of semen which he had left behind him. Indeed, the hand which had previously hung by her side had gradually been moved onto her thigh and slid across as she followed Ian’s powerful discharges, with his cock swelling up to an unprecedented degree as another batch of cum rushed forth from his throbbing balls and was rocketed out into the space between them, swirling its way through the air towards Lexxxi, who had just enough time to gulp hard as she remained standing in its path without so much as a flinch.

The first rope of cum which Ian had propelled towards Lexxxi hit its mark, although Ian had been afraid that he would miss, and it draped itself across her front to run diagonally from just between her collarbones down between her awe-inspiring tits and onward to soak through the thin fabric of her strained dress, instantly gracing the leopard-print with a sheer character.

Barely had Lexxxi had time to gasp and shift her stance before Ian had unleashed another thick cannonade of jizz, this time hitting her stomach, and the next one her crotch, pasting the hemline of her dress to her pussy.

Rather than to ejaculate in one long go, Ian would feel his cock swell up to the point of agony before unleashing a voluminous amount of cum, instantly blessing him with a sense of ecstatic fulfilment which seemed to serve to further lengthen his ejaculation until he had managed to jet out a dozen or so servings of jizz, the last eight of which would fly their way through the air to drench Lexxxi, leaving the super-stacked blonde looking like she had been dipped in a tub filled with the thick fluid produced by Ian’s testes.

Feeling certain that had Miss Taylor been there to clock it, she would have found that he had lasted for more than thirty seconds in between knocking Emma away from him with the first surge of cum to shooting the last of his most recent load at Lexxxi, Ian settled down in the couch and looked over at Emma, whose lips and chin were glazed with balljuice while two of her fingers were pumping in and out of her bald snatch, the scantily clad sex-kitten using her other hand to fondle her diamond-hard nipples and seeming completely oblivious to the fact that the event which had triggered her feverish finger-fucking of her tight little pussy had now come to its conclusion.

“You’ve ruined my new dress, Sir…” Lexxxi remarked on the drenched state of her outfit, her voice reflecting the somewhat dazed state which she had entered into long before the end of Ian’s cumshot.

“I’m sure it’ll wash out,” Ian replied, turning his lips into the shape of a thin smile before adding a soft “come down here.”

Triggered into action by his command, Lexxxi climbed off the stage and moved towards him, regaining a little of her previous composure even as she oozed with anticipation about just what he would do to her next.

Slowly accepting the realization that he could get a woman as sexy and confident as Lexxxi to do pretty much anything he told her to do just by waving his cock at her, Ian felt as though he had been blessed with a magic wand between his legs. Well, more like a magic staff…

As he watched Lexxxi stop in front of him and strike a pose, her hand once more resting on her hip while her left leg was turned outwards and slightly bent at the knee, Ian felt precum pulse out onto his cock and found himself increasingly eager to fit his cock into her.

Holding that urge back, for a little while at least, Ian slowly rose to his feet, taking great pleasure from the fact that Lexxxi seemed to look at him with the same sort of lust and awe with which he looked at her, and the size of his member meant that its head was almost close enough to her stomach to brush against it.

“Turn around,” Ian’s words were met with full compliance from Lexxxi, who got a little precum shot onto her back when Ian saw how the dress highlighted her incredible ass, “and get down onto your hands and knees.”

Still unknowing about just what Ian had planned for her, Lexxxi knew that the only way to find that out was to continue to heed his words, and so she nimbly dropped down into the position that he had ordered her to assume.

Watching Lexxxi’s dress slide forwards as a result of her new stance, which meant that her pussy and asshole were left without even the barely adequate cover that they had enjoyed before, Ian thought that he would very much like to spend a week just kissing, cupping, fondling and fucking that ass until neither of them could even remember their own names, and then dropped down onto his knees behind her.

“No peeping, girls,” Ian told the women which were spying at him and Lexxxi through the curtain, and it was a considerable amount of **** that they gradually moved their heads back in behind it, with the young thing who’s face Ian had plastered white with an errant jizz-blast being the last to do as he said.

“Now, I’m going to compensate you for your dress,” Ian first informed Lexxxi, and then Emma with a “and you as well”, although he doubted that she had heard a word that he had said due to the way in which her face had been formed into a mask of sheer bliss thanks to her nimble fingers.

“But where do you want me to compensate you? Here,” Ian teased Lexxxi by rubbing the bell-shaped tip of his mammoth prick against her pussy, making sure to use it to push her lips apart, before slowly and carefully moving it up between her buttocks and onwards to her asshole, “or here?”

“My ass…” Lexxxi moaned out, but Ian pretended to not hear her and uttered a sharp “What?”

“Fuck… fuck my ass, Sir!” Lexxxi more or less screamed out, and Ian doubted that there was anyone on that floor or the one above it which hadn’t heard her.

“I’d love to,” Ian declared and pushed himself forwards, holding his cock steady with both hands and enjoying the brief fight which her sphincter put on before allowing his cockhead to enter her backdoor, the tight cinnamon ring quickly expanding to accommodate the huge girth of his member.

“Oh Sir…” Lexxxi’s voice was barely audible as she rushed towards the point of climax, burbling and shaking, the stupifyingly busty vixen apparently being almost as responsive to anal stimulation as Laura.

Lexxxi’s voice grew stronger by the time that Ian’s cock was about halfway in, but she certainly didn’t produce anything of any large intellectual worth, only a **** and high-pitch “Fuck me!” as her mind was temporarily battered to pieces thanks to his member.

Stopping to wipe the sweat off his brow, Ian resumed fitting his horsedick into Lexxxi’s flexible bunghole, the ecstatic slut apparently having entered into a series of orgasms which seemed to stretch on forever by the time that Ian’s cock was almost all the way in, with him only having to keep his hips moving back and forth ever so little to keep her there.

Glancing over at Emma, Ian found that she had recovered from her self-inflicted climax, and that her mouth hung open and her eyes were as big as saucers as she kept them fixed at the point where Ian’s cock met up with Lexxxi’s anus.

“Emma,” Ian could hear that his voice was a little tense at that point, “would you mind bringing me my clipboard?”

Seconds later, Ian had his clipboard handed to him by Emma, whose pussy was pretty much eyelevel to his current position, “And would you undo the strap on Miss Licks' dress?”

“Thank you…” Ian watched as the strap slid off Lexxxi’s neck, resulting in her tits becoming exposed and losing the level of support which they certainly didn’t seem to have needed in the first place, “but I’m afraid that Miss Licks' screaming might disturb the other students, would you mind doing something about that?”

“Gladly, Sir,” Emma got down on her back and slid her way in under Lexxxi’s face, the fiercely climaxing slut only needing to pick up the briefest whiff of Emma’s wet pussy before diving her face into it and beginning to eat her classmate out.

Placing his clipboard on Lexxxi’s back and making sure that it was stable, Ian clicked his pen and called out “Next!”