Teacher's pet urinal

"Need me to clean your cock for you, Mr. Dic... I mean, Mr. Richards?" You say in a sultry voice as you walk up to the front of the class and drop to your knees, trying your favorite trick and hoping for the best. He closes the classroom door as the last student leaves then turns to face you.

"That would be lovely, thank you!" Mr. Dick says with a warm smile, unzipping his pants and pulling out the thickest cock you've ever seen, even if you've seen a few that are longer. "Who told you about that nickname?"

Your pussy floods at the sight, as though your body knows on an subconscious, instinctual level that it would need considerably more lubrication to handle a tool of that size. You quickly begin drooling as you lift it for cleaning, practically requiring both hands to heft it to your mouth. You stuff the giant bulbous head between your lips to work on collecting anything built up under the ridge, but have trouble moving your tongue around the top of it with barely any room to maneuver in your mouth; and he's not even fully hard.

"You know the school has been cracking down on piss drinking this year..." He starts, and you begin to realize you've been caught as you thoroughly run your tongue over the entire surface area of massive cockhead, hoping he crams the entire thing down your throat as a punishment. You touch yourself as you think of it stretching your throat harder than your father's friend John, your current record and favorite cock in the world. You're always begging him to throat fuck you while drunk on piss as you act as the urinal/cumdump for one of Daddy's sports watching parties.

Instead, he does something even better; suddenly unleashing a firehose of piss into your mouth, almost shocking you enough to spill it, were it not for the nearly watertight seal your stretched lips are creating around his giant meat. You recover quickly, moaning loudly with joy as you struggle to swallow fast enough to keep up, your loud gulps echoing sharply off the empty classroom walls.

"....So you're gonna have to be a bit less obvious about it if you want to be my personal student urinal." Mr. Dick continues, lecturing you as you desperately guzzle his piss as fast as he's pouring it into your mouth. "My last student urinal graduated last year, the bitch, and I had to hold it all morning waiting for some slut to sneak into the men's room... I thought I'd have to use the staff bathroom! I've been working here ten years and I've never had to use the staff bathroom!"

You try to calculate how many years it's been since the H1W1 outbreak, wondering if he's mistaken or if he's been using his female students as urinals even before it started getting them drunk, but your clouded mind fades more and more as you try to keep up with the hose of piss filling your cheeks faster than you can flush it down your throat.

"I don't know which of my former urinals told you to call me Mr. Dick, but I should thank them for sending you to me. I didn't think this stupid piss ban would get so serious that I would have so much trouble finding some slut to drink it! It's not supposed to affect the teachers!"

You can barely pay attention to his words any longer as your already drunken brain gets drowned in more of your teacher's hot piss than it can handle. He stops for several seconds a couple of times before starting again like your father does when he gets home from work when he has been holding it for you all day, but you know better than to take a man's cock out of your mouth before he's done using you; waiting patiently through several false endings as he empties his strained bladder entirely into your stomach.

"Wow! You're the first student urinal to drink it all with out spilling a drop the first time!" Mr. Dick says, complimenting you in a way that would leave you beaming with pride if you could think straight. "Your father must have taught you well, cause you certainly didn't learn here," he rolls his eyes thinking of how his 'Piss Drinking' class proposals were rejected years ago. He finally pulls out of your mouth once he's sure he's done with his last spurts, laying his massive cock on your face and patting you with it several times as you stare forward with a glazed over expression, jaw still hanging open. "Weren't you going to clean my cock? You're going to be late for your next class."

You snap out of it slightly as he slaps you harder, beginning to drunkenly lap the length of his shaft on instinct as you try to get your thoughts together. "You... aren't... gonna... fuck... me?" You ask between licks, desperately wanting to be destroyed by his giant rod more than ever.

"Hmm, no time for that. Barely enough time for a good cleaning." He says, checking his watch as he lays his massive balls on your lips to hurry you along. You don't bother trying to suck the tremendous testicles into your mouth to wash them like usual, instead running your tongue through every wrinkle of his scrotum, trying to sober up enough to do a good job while whining slightly about not fucked.

"Aren't you in my 'Anal 2' class this afternoon?" He asks, looking at the roll to confirm your name is there. "Maybe I could do a demonstration on you there."

You perk back up immediately, putting your newfound zeal into a more thoroughly scrubbing the underside of his balls as you think about him splitting your asshole with his giant cock in front of the entire class. He watches you as well as he can with his package covering your face as you move down to lick at his taint, completing the textbook cock cleaning you learned your first semester at school.

"Get yourself cleaned up before your next class, you look like a piss whore." Your teacher commands, drying his penis on your cheeks and trying to clean off the mess on you with it, eventually spitting in your face several times and massaging it into your skin with his thick shaft, either trying to rehydrate dried cum to wipe it away or just because he felt like it; not that you minded either way. You leave your mouth hanging open in case he wants to spit in it as well, pressing your tongue against the underside of his cock as your teacher helpfully cleans your face the same way Daddy always does before he takes you out after a long day of family bonding.

Mr. Dick picks you under the arms and lifts you to your feet, causing you to whine as he move you further from the object of your desire. You try to steady yourself on your feet as he dries himself off one last time on your skirt before tucking it away and beginning to push you out the door.

"Try not to get caught, and be ready with your mouth open in case I need you later today." He slaps your ass hard and gives it a firm squeeze, adding; "see you later this afternoon," before closing the door behind you.

You stumble through the crowded hallway, trying not to catch any attention as you head to the ladies room, mercifully not very far away. You manage to get to the bathroom with only a few guys feeling you up on the way, quickly sitting on the toilet and relieving yourself of Kyle and Matt's piss, maybe some of your teacher and father's as well, now that it has worked it's way through your system. You're getting used to delivering every man in your life's urine to the toilet by way of your stomach, if not your ass or pussy, but it's a pain to be **** to use the toilet enough for so many people.

You pull your thong up as you finally finish emptying your bladder for even longer than Mr. Dick, still feeling the the remaining amount you're processing sloshing in your belly as you check your face in the mirror. He's right, I do look like a piss whore, you think with a smile, not able to imagine having to go though everything you do with out it. You splash some water on your face, fix your hair, and begin putting on a bright red lipstick from your bag now that you have some time without your father's cock in your mouth to put some on, imagining yourself leaving big red kiss marks on Mr. Dick's giant dick, determined to leave a perfect ring around the very base when he shoves it down your throat.

The bell rings as you're lost in thought and you realize you're going to be late again, pushing your lipstick back in your back and taking out your schedule to find out where you're supposed to be.