A corset, and some posing

As the discarded coat floated to land by Miss Stark?s feet, Ian stood flabbergasted by what Miss Stark was wearing. Miss Stark was immodestly attired even in comparison to those of her female colleagues which Ian had run into so far.

Going from top to bottom, the hint of shiny black which Ian had made out at the collar of the coat turned out to be a latex neckpiece kept together by flimsy scarlet string, with silver studs attached to it and a large silver ring dangling from its bottom.

Another, smaller, silver ring was dangling from her right nipple, gleaming against the tanned flesh of the large, perfectly rounded orb, while the nipple on her left, equally uncovered breast was left un-pierced. Small and hard, the nipples and their areola were just a hint darker than the skin surrounding it.

Beneath Miss Stark?s gargantuan bosom there was a red-brimmed corset in black latex, with two inch-wide stripes of the same material but thicker and red in colour running down the front, and one similarly styled stripe located on the sides of the fetish undergarment curving its way along her sides. All four stripes were equipped with black leather patches with silver grommets dangling from them.

Apparently Miss Stark was a firm subscriber to the old maxim of ?Better safe than sorry? since her corset was kept together by both two large, quadrant silver buckles and of lacing similar to that of her neckpiece.

The theme of red and black latex combined with silver was continued by the bracers which Miss Stark was wearing, reaching from just in front of her wrists all the way up her arms, in gleaming black latex and with six straps of red slung through silver buckles lined up at an inch?s interval to hold each bracer in place.

Finally, her boots reached up a few inches above her knees, and had the same red trim at the top as her corset and bracers.

Her outfit left Miss Stark?s pussy exposed, and Ian noticed that she had shaved her pubes into a thin V, while the lips of her sex had already achieved a glistening quality.

Ian found Miss Stark?s appearance to be incredibly erotic, and unwillingly demonstrated as much by discharging a fat gob of pre-cum which flew through the air to be splayed out in the small area between her two wings pubes.

?And you?re a gusher too?? Miss Stark dreamily reflected on the release of transparent pre-cum, before snapping out of her transfixed for just long enough to say something to one of the female students.

Having been as taken by her as she was by him, it was only when hearing Miss Stark say ?Alyssa, start the cameras please?, that Ian realized that four small video cameras were erected around the canvas-draped platform.

The result of Miss Stark?s command was that a heavenly blonde teenager whose miniscule latex thong was slowly being engulfed up between her labia pressed a button on a remote control before placing it on her easel and picking up a pencil instead.

Looking back at Ian, one hand rubbing her thigh while the other was used to curl up a lock of her soft hair, Miss Stark spoke to him with a voice so drenched with lust for him that she made the phrase ?Would you please follow me up on the platform?? sound incredibly erotic.

Ready and willing to follow the divine Miss Stark virtually anywhere, Ian nodded his head, and his cock, in response, and then had to bite his lip as Miss Stark turned around and presented him with a close-up view of her peachy, bare ass.

?Now class,? Miss Stark addressed her students from up on the low platform, ?for the next ten minutes you will do your best to sketch a precise drawing of me and Mr. White,? Miss Stark paused for a second and sent Ian a scorching hot glance, ?Now, since Mr. White has such a tremendous piece of cockmeat, I shan?t rob of the opportunity to immortalize it through art. Though its fat, glistening cockhead will be lodged up my asshole,? Ian?s heart skipped a beat as he heard Miss Stark say that, ?so you?ll just have to settle with drawing every inch of its thick, vein-corded trunk, and those huge, sperm-filled balls which I have every intention of wrapping my lips around before this lesson is through.

As Miss Stark then leaned her upper body forwards and used her hands to part her buttocks, it was her ?Mr. White, would you please stick your cockhead up my ass?? which caused another large rope of pre-cum to come flying from Ian?s cock, this time landing on Miss Stark?s left buttock, smacking against the taut flesh of the succulent glute and causing a delighted coo to roll over her lush, silver-coloured lips.

Stepping up behind Miss Stark, Ian guided his cock into place at the entrance to her asshole, and grit his teeth as he began to press the plump, mushroom-shaped and fist-sized tip of his member against her cinnamon ring, while Miss Stark proved herself less conservative by letting out a soft cry even before Ian had managed to fit his cockhead inside her, an act which sent a murmur running through the crowd of gathered students.

After fitting his cockhead into Miss Stark?s anus, Ian then realized that this could turn out to be quite an ordeal, as he would now remain in this position until those minutes had gone past.

It was doubtful that even five of those ten had crawled past when Ian realized that the snugness of Miss Stark?s asshole combined with the to him strange thrill of performing such a lewd act before an audience was having quite an effect on him, to the point a rumbling had begun in his balls. The cameras weren?t helping either.

In truth, Ian doubted that he could possibly last five more minutes without shooting his cum all over Miss Stark.