Tuesday December 04, 2018
“Now Miss Overstuffed, what seems to be the problem here?” Dean asked as the English teacher pulled her sweater down and shifted it around a bit.
“Well Sir, I really must protest your decision to over rule the grades I gave to those boy’s assignments!” she huffed as she pushed her glasses up her nose.
“Must you?” he half asked, “And why is that?”
“Why? Why? Did you even read them Sir?”
“Well of course I did, what do you think is wrong with them?”
Flustered Miss Overstuffed rummaged through the papers on her laps as she sat across from the principal in his office, “Why… why just look at this one… titled.. titled… The Best Way To Cum On Your Dates Face!”
She waved the stack of papers in Dean’s general direction with an exasperated look on her face.
“And what’s wrong with that one? Mr. Longdong did a fine job describing, in quite vivid and colourful language, the best way to cum on his dates face. Why he even included some multimedia elements; photos, videos and whatnot!”
“It… it… it was… pornographic Sir!” Miss Overstuffed managed to get out, almost in an apoplectic fit, “And… and… this one!” she cried tossing another paper to Dean across his desk.
He took it in his hand and read the title out loud, “The Advantages of Anal as a Contraception Technique by Mr. Backdoor. Yes, a well thought out paper to say the least.” Dean replied.
“Well thought out!?! Well thought out!?!” Miss Overstuffed cried out, “Sir, he said that anal was just a way a girl could help her boyfriend masturbate because anal wasn’t sex at all!”
“Yes, well, he did go in to graphic detail about his reasoning. He was quite persuasive, he even did his research. Why this graph here shows exactly how many girls he convinced to help him masturbate each week! Just look at the graph grow over time!”
Miss Overstuffed just sat there staring at the principal in shock, her mouth hanging open as her glasses slowly slid down her nose.
“Look, Miss Overstuffed, what did you expect when you gave them the assignment? I mean asking horny young boys to ‘write 5000 words on the most pressing sexual health issue facing you today’ was always going to produce this kind of papers.”
“But… but… but… Sir, I thought…” she stuttered as Dean stood up and walked around to the front of his desk and leaned against the edge of it, right in front of her. She could make out the outline of his semi-erect dick against his tight pants and she involuntarily licked her lips.
“I’ll tell you what…” he said, leaning over and picking up the last paper from her lap, “Let’s review this last paper together.”
“To…to…together Sir?” she stuttered out, her eyes unwilling to move from his crotch.
“Yes, let’s see now, ‘The Correlation Between Breast Size and a Girls Willingness to Titty Fuck by Mr. Cumsonherface’. You remember this one don’t you Miss Overstuffed?”
“Oh… oh… yes Sir… but…” she replied, her eyes still fixed straight ahead.
“A very thorough review if I do say so myself, why he’s even broken it down between natural and fake tits. Tell me Miss Overstuffed, what was the result he found with women who had a boob job?”
“They… they…” she said as her lower lip quivered and her fingers tips reached out and gently stroked the outline of his dick under his pants, “they are far more likly… to… to… want to… want to… give a titty fuck Sir.”
“In fact, what did he find about the correlation between implant size and desire to be titty fucked?”
“Oh god Sir…” she whimpered as her fingers unbuttoned his pants and worked his zipper, “the bigger the implants, the more they… they.. needed to be titty fucked!”
“And what happens when the implants cross 1000cc’s?”
She slide off her chair to her knees and pulled his pants down before she answered, “They can’t help themselves Sir! They need a big… hard… cock between their big… fake… titties every day!”
She wrapped her lips around his still semi-erect shaft as her hands flew down to her sweater and unbuttoned, letting it fall to the floor and free her tits.
When he was fully erect she popped off of him, held her tits together and leaned back, “Oh god Sir, please… please fuck my big fake tities!”
Dean smiled and slide between the two large globes and watched Miss Overstuffed’s eyes roll back in to her head as she gasped in pleasure.
“So, Miss Overstuffed, do you really have a problem with the new grades I gave the boys?”
“Oh god no Mr. Hardcock! Please… please don’t stop fucking my tits Sir! I need it! I NEEEEEEEEDDDD IIIIIIITTTTTTT!” she cried out as he spurted forth, his cum splashing against her chin before dribbling back down on to her tits.
She pumped as much cum out of him as she could with her tits before scooping it up with her fingers in to her mouth and swallowing every last drop.
“Well Miss Overstuffed, I’m glad you came to me with your concerns and that we’ve been able to resolve them. Are you satisfied with the results Miss Overstuffed?”
She smiled up at him, “Oh yes Sir! VERY satisfied!” she replied as she picked up her sweater and put it back on before standing up and leaving.
“Very good and don’t hesitate to drop by any time you have concerns Miss Overstuffed, I’ll be happy to address them in a similar way.” he called out as she left his office and her legs almost gave out from under her but she managed to steady herself with the door frame before continuing on.