Vixen receives a summons and a picture

Having already been distracted from her years worth of accumulated data, Vixen had her attention torn from the image of the two biggest cocks she’d ever seen balancing on her tongue by her phone buzzing.

Without letting her gaze wander away from the visual reminder of one of the most intense nights of ass-stretching, pussy-pounding and deepthroating that she’d ever experienced, Vixen leaned back sligtly and gracefully moved her free hand in underneath her huge, gravity-defying tits.

While her pussy got wetter due to recollecting how Ian and Charles had tried to fuck her into unconsciousness while she’d done her damnedest to render their beefy bull balls completely drained, Vixen let the etched muscles of her chest and stomach flex and ripple, the slight shifting of the row of muscles running up her stomach that this caused being barely noticeable in comparison to the spectacle of her boobs being pushed outwards to stretch her skimpy top even further.

As her knockers were pushed away from each other, the gap between them increased until Vixen’s cell phone came falling out from where it had been nestled inside her cleavage and landed in the palm of her hand.

Flipping the lid off with a quick flick of her wrist, Vixen had her wetness pour onto the fingers of her other hand and her sexy smile blossom out into radiantly libidinous grin at the image that filled the screen of her phone. Taken from straight ahead, the image depicted the flared crown of Charles’ mammoth cock, with precum pouring from the wide-open hole in the middle of it to hang from underneath it. It was a little annoying that you couldn’t unlock your phone with your tongue, Vixen thought as she tapped her thumb against the head of Charles’ cockend to view his message.

However, during the course of her reading Charles’ message, Vixen’s lustful expression was transformed into a much more thoughtful and less enthusiastic frown.

“Hello, would it be terribly inconvenient if we moved your lecture up to today? I’ve got the class here, but can’t go through with the lesson I had planned, unfortunately.”

“Now?” Vixen texted back. The problem with Charles was that he wasn’t anywhere near as confident as a man with an absolutely huge beast of a cock, a brilliant mind and a charming personality ought to be. Every interaction between them – whether it was discussing her research or other scientific topics or him making her the happiest size queen slut in the world by ramming that monstercock of his balls-deep inside her – always started out with him being awkward and nervous. Even him asking her to hold a lecture about her research for one of his classes had involved several false starts before he’d managed to spit it out and would probably have involved quite a few more of those if not for her dropping to her haunches and shoving his dick down her throat.

Just once, she’d like him to come swaggering up to her and calmly announce that he was going to fuck the proverbial shit out of her.

Waiting for Charles’ reply, Vixen eyed the second screen as the image changed to one of her sitting on her ass on the floor whilst reclining so she could suck on Charles’ balls while his mammoth fuckpiece was buried between her tits and had its head drooling precum onto her hairless vaginal mound. That picture had been taken shortly after she’d gotten him to grow from fifteen to eighteen inches, before a wayward blast of cum had knocked out the camera meant to record the procedure and the frenzied marathon fuck session that had served as its aftermath.

A quick glance at that photo was all it took to make Vixen recollect everything about that moment. How Charles’ cock had been rock-hard even while pulsing slowly and powerfully, how the heat radiating from it had spread throughout her entire body, how his precum had come pouring into the narrow furrow between her pussy lips and how she’d desperately wanted to trace every fat vein running up his mighty fucktool with her tongue to create a mental map of it that she could carry with her always.

Vixen’s phone vibrated in her grasp.

“That would be excellent,” Charles’ message began, “But don’t worry about it if it’s on much too short a notice. I can just ask Felicity.”

“Oh, the hell he will!” Vixen spat out, absolutely vehement that Nurse Felicity Pennyweather wasn’t going to steal her spot anywhere or at any time.

“No, I can definitely squeeze you in,” Tapping out her reply, Vixen paused and pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth before letting its tip come out for a second to caress the upper of her pair of pouty lips, “But what’s in it for me?”

As flirting went, that was pretty subtle for a woman currently wearing a candy pink boob tube with ‘#1 Size queen’ written across it in bold, gold letters.

The wicked smile that her lips had curled themselves into before she’d pressed ‘Send’ was still there when the phone stirred again just a couple seconds later.

“This,” Charles’ latest message consisted of just one word, but the picture that accompanied it was the reason why Vixen’s smile became a full-on lustful grimace of such an intensity that just seeing it would have made a normal man blow a load in his trousers.

The photo was taken from above and featured the brawny shaft of Charles’ eighteen-inch pussy-pleaser in all its slut-taming glory. Its fist-sized crown though was hidden from view, courtesy of being shoved into the mouth of one Sanddy Sexton – a superhot blonde teen who was in the running for being the biggest slut among the student body and whose expression as she slurped on the head of Charles’ schlong hinted as to why that was the case.

“Fuck!” Vixen’s excited cry at her wish to see Charles be more assertive coming true meant that her juices were suddenly starting to drip from the slender digits of her left hand, and she couldn’t help but run them round her swollen clit as she stared at the photo.

“Fuck that’s sexy!” Vixen wrote whilst petting her juicing slit, then bared her teeth as she went on, “But I can’t give a lecture with my mouth full...”

Again, it took only a few moments before Vixen’s phone buzzed with a new message.

“Come here, and I’ll make you my slut,” Reading that actually made Vixen cry out and plunge two fingers deep inside her cunt whilst jerking her hips forwards to meet them.

The chair was still rocking from that sudden burst of movement when Vixen shot up of it. Putting the phone away, Vixen instinctively neatened her white PVC lab coat whilst spinning round on the cork heels of her wedge sandals. Extracting her fingers from her slit, Vixen pulled them out from underneath the hemline of her black skirt, which at less three inches from top to bottom was much too small to be called a miniskirt. Nanoskirt was probably a more apt description. Whatever it was called, it provided zero concealment for her glistening wet pussy.

Hugely excited by the prospect of Charles deciding to start acting like the complete and total stud that he already was, Vixen didn’t think to reply to his message. Instead, she was on the move, juices seeping out of her cunt to roll down the bronzed, smooth skin of her thighs as her heels tapped rapidly against the floor.

Thanks to just a few text messages and a single photo, what had been a pretty boring day that had only involved her showering and changing outfits twice was suddenly looking like it would be one to remember.