The Kitchen

Ian found himself in a very modern and expansive kitchen with had obviously been kitted out with the intention of serving for a great amount of people. Against the wall was a very large double-doored refrigerator, and Ian noticed that there was indeed a substantial amount of leftover food inside. He took his fill of some cold chicken and sandwiches and sat at the table, eating like a famished mantis. Though Laura professed to have had her fill of protein for the day, he had received a number of hectic workouts and ate hungrily to replenish the calories he had burned off in the process.

He got up to go to the sink to pour himself a glass of water and opened the window over it. Looking out over the expansive lawns, he could see Miss Johnson’s ‘volunteers’ down the front of the driveway, although they were too far away for him to make out any details.

Ian returned to the table and began to chew more thoughtfully. He didn’t have time to get much more food down him before Miss Hart reappeared.

Immediately, Ian began to ****. She was towelling off after having got out of the shower and dying her hair as she approached. She was completely naked and once again Ian marvelled at her astounding body. Her massive tits projected out of her chest like nuclear warheads. As was now usual, Miss Hart’s phone was lodged securely between the huge knockers. Her abdomen flexed and rippled as she moved forwards, and Ian could see the proof of her fitness for her job as a PE teacher as she approached, her stomach muscles tight and defined. The tattoo which was decorated from the tip of her pubic mound, up over her groin and onto her taut belly got him every time. She had thrown on a pair of transparent platform-soled stiletto heeled stripper sandals, but apart from that, wasn’t wearing anything.

Laura stopped in the doorway as Ian continued to **** on the food he was eating and eyed him quizzically. Eventually she stopped towelling her hair and put her hands on her hips in an expression of vague annoyance which Ian knew was counterfeit, as she checked an imaginary watch. Then the second that Ian managed to get his food down his oesophegus, Ian turned on his chair, angled his groin towards the window and grunted as his thick, tumescent shaft pistoned forwards and back and released a long streamer of clear precum that shot towards the window.

Unfortunately, Ian’s aim was slightly off and the gluey bolt smacked clear against the half of the window that was still closed, not the half that was open, and a few ropes of the fluid dripped down into the sink.

‘Yes, well…’ said Miss Hart, approaching.

‘Sorry,’ said Ian, still coughing from his chair, ‘I knew that was going to happen when you entered so I took the precaution of opening the window to preserve the state of the kitchen.’

‘It’s the thought that counts,’ said Laura, sashaying forwards. As she reached Ian, she took a clean plate from a pile on the table and laid it in front of him. As he stood to greet her she took hold of his cock, pumping it a couple of times, making him gasp, and then suddenly span his body so that he was facing away from her and towards the table. Then, taking his colossal monstercock at the base in her right fist, she suddenly slammed the castiron fuckpole downwards towards the plate. The huge dick slapped into the plate and laid across it, much of the veiny length protruding off the end.

Miss Hart pulled the phone out from between her tits, switched it the photo application and took a picture of Ian’s massive schlong sitting on the plate.

‘Mmmmmm…’ said the massive titted blonde dreamily, ‘now that’s what I call lunch.’ She narrowed her eyes nastily as she emphasised the final word of the sentence. ‘I think I’ll send this to Miss Taylor, to let her know where you and I have got to during the lunch break. I’m sure she’s looking for you frantically. Just imagine this fucking massive log being on the menu in the staffroom at lunch time...’

Ian gulped.

‘Oh dear!’ said Laura, ‘looks like I sent her the one where I was deepthroating your massive, delicious monstercock and had your balls pressed against my forehead by mistake!’ she grinned playfully.

‘Actually she might not know that that was you, seeing as very little of your face could be seen,’ Ian suggested.

‘You’re right,’ said Laura, ‘I’ll send her another couple of us in the car just to make sure… and of course anytime you want to take a picture of me and sent it to… oh, I don’t know, your friends or your family or something… just let me know. Provided, of course, that I’m in a compromising position. And my best side is showing.’

‘Which is your best side?’ Ian wondered.

‘Whichever is covered in cum.’ said Miss Hart simply, taking Ian’s cock in her hand again and making the plate spin on the table in front of them as she picked it up, the piece of crockery dancing crazily as the weight standing on it was released. ‘Now,’ she continued, steering him towards the sink with the window above it, ‘this is the window you opened before. Shall we try all this again?’

Again, all Ian could do was gulp as Miss Hart manipulated his glans firmly, using the flat of her left hand to press against his groin and the base of his cock.

‘Now let me show you the difference between an open window and a closed one.’

Ian gritted his teeth as the blonde superslut jerked his cock briskly, drawing a blast a precum forth from his cockend that surged out of his recoiling dick and jetted out of the window out of the front of the mansion. Miss Hart whistled as they both watched it sail out of view over the lawns.

‘Fuck…’ said Laura. Turning around, she clearly hadn’t finished being playful, and she pressed Ian’s cock down between his legs before releasing at. The thick tube sprang back upwards and smacked against Ian’s own torso with a wet ‘SPLOTCH’.

‘Here,’ said Laura, pulling the towel and draping it over Ian’s dick. ‘Quite handy as a towel rail,’ she continued, before once again retrieving her phone from its pride of place between her tits and aiming it once again at Ian. She snapped a picture of him.

‘There,’ she said, ‘now I’ve got a picture of all of you. All sixteen inches of you, at any rate.’

‘There is more to me than that, you know,’ Ian objected.

‘I’m only joking,’ said Miss Hart, ‘now, how would you like a treat?’

The blonde PE teacher took Ian in her customary hold, her hand around the head of his cock, and started to lead him out of the kitchen.

‘What kind of treat?’ said Ian.

‘You’re going to help me choose my next outfit…’