Dictation

Superintendent Snow starts the review by running through my teaching capabilities. He painstakingly goes over my students and their improvements under my supervision. He goes through my syllabus and highlights what works and doesn't work and he helps me improve where I need it. He then asks me to stand up and I know what I'm in for so I instinctively bend over.

"OK," he says, "Show me how you lecture." He leans back in his chair and I hear his cumslut slurp on his cock.

"Oh, alright. Um, where should I start?"

"Just whatever topic you'll be on tomorrow."

"Ok, um, class..." I smile a little nervously. "Today we're learning about the Use Treaties of 1979. Turn in your textbooks to page three hundred and ninety-four." I pause for about fifteen seconds before continuing. "Everyone there? Good. Now the Use Treaties are a worldwide agreement that put women everywhere into their rightful places. Serving men. Now, believe it or not at the time there were people opposed to this. Most women and even some men thought that a women is more than just a sexual toy for any man to use. The first decade or so there was a lot of resistance. That changed once the neural implants were created by... anyone know?"

"Bill Gates." Snow doesn't look up from his notes, he wants to the lecture to move along.

"Right." I pause. "Um, sir? Would you come over here?"

He stops taking his notes and arches an eyebrow as he looks up at me. "Why?"

"Well sir, at this point I would invite the student who correctly answered the question up to the front of the class and stroke his cock while I continue the lecture. As a reward."

He nods and stands up, grabbing his clipboard. "Very well, that's another metric we needed to assess anyway. He stands up and walks over standing beside me facing his desk and I wrap my hand around his cock.

"Cumslut!" he says in a commanding tone to the woman under the desk.

There's a high pitched "EEP!" followed by a bang as the cumslut is surprised to be addressed. Eventually a timid, "Yes sir?" comes out, muffled by the oaken desk.

"Stand up so Ms. Stone will have an audience to focus on," Snow orders. "Take care not to drip any cum on my desk or chair. One more slip up from you and you'll be on janitorial rimjob duty until spring break."

The cumslut squeals again then quickly climbs up from under the desk. Her makeup is runny and her breasts are splattered with cum. Her eyes are closed.

Superintendent Sand was fond cumming on girls eyelids and not letting them wipe it off so the eyes would be stuck shut when it dried. It wasn't that it's hard to open your eyes or even painful with the dried cum, but it's just uncomfortable enough that most girls wait until they have some water or at least a wet nap to help them out.

She carefully probes around with a foot to find the chair in her cum-induced blindness. When she finds it she uses the same foot to push it to the side then step back so her breasts don't drip on the desk. Once finished, she faces toward us again and stands timidly.

"Ms. Stone," Snow reproves, "Are you not supposed to be stroking my cock?" I look down and realize though I have his impressive shaft firmly in my grasp, I was so distracted by the cumslut that I forgot to jerk it.

"I'm so sorry sir." I quickly correct my error, spitting on his cock and rubbing vigorously, taking extra care to rub his frenulum with my thumb.

He makes a dissatisfied noise and marks something on his clipboard. "Continue. You were talking about the neural implants."