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Bad Girls in Ian's Office
🕑 Added 2022-06-09 23:32:57 +0000 UTCI have posted the next Part of Foxy and Fuckey's adventures on Chyoa, but here it is for your convenience. As promised, following this, there will be another Fuxxxey chapter totally exclusive to Patreon, where you will see further what they have been up to!
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Miss Campbell took the opportunity to crane her neck around the door before Ian had entered his office, and both teachers took in the spectacle of what was waiting for Ian.
Cookie ‘Fuckey’ De Luxe was standing on top of Ian’s desk, legs spread, mouth open, tongue sticking out. Drooling out of her mouth in a thick, treacly gout, a bubbly molten rope dangled in an unbroken line all the way from her extended tongue about six inches down. At the bottom of it, seated on her knees with her legs splayed so that her gleaming ass was sticking out in a stripper’s posture, was Trixie ‘Foxy’ Foxxx, head tilted upwards, mouth wide open, tongue also whoreishly extended, the heavy strand of white goo capturing the thread.
Cookie got wind that the door had opened and her eyes flicked to Ian in the doorway. Without breaking the line of cum she was feeding Trixie, she waved enthusiastically.
‘Hiiii Sirrrrr…’ The teen whore’s speech was slurred due to her keeping her mouth open, even as a wide smile spread across her face.
Ian turned back to Miss Campbell.
‘As you can see Miss Campbell, I’ve rather got my hands full with these two.’
Ian was perhaps expecting something in the way of an actual conversation. A futile thought, he was suddenly reminded.
Instead, the blonde slut took the opportunity to grab the monster shaft that was once again pointed her way, whoreishly spitting on the round shiny purple head, and lifting it up to run her tongue all over it. Growing more impassioned, she was soon kissing it, sliding her lips over the glossy, rounded tip of the clublike appendage, laying ropes of bubbly slobber all over it, before actively sucking it.
Ian could tell this was going to develop into a long, drawn-out affair without prompt action.
Unable to resist pressing his shaft forwards so that it thumped against the back of Miss Campbell’s throat, the stacked blonde gagging a little bit with a slick sound of engorged expectoration, Ian wrapped both of his hands around the prodigiously ballooning tits that were popping out of the indecent black dress that the whoreish teacher wore.
The gorgeous blonde whore’s set of round fuck bags felt incredible under his touch.
Pulling his dick from her mouth, he first groped Miss Campbell’s cans to either side, and while his hands were full of the firm, luscious titflesh, levered his cock downwards so that it smacked his dick between the pair of solid, shining globes, pumping it between them. Even as the blonde’s roving tongue sought to lap against the bell-shaped cockend as it thrust up past her chin, Ian pulled it all the way down and away from her, yanking it down between his legs before letting go and letting the natural pivot of the humongous, veined tool bring it back so that it lurched back to smack hard against the whore’s soaking pussy.
‘UUUngh fuck. Whore,’ Ian said as his cockend nestled against Miss Campbell’s clit.
His massive shaft stuck between the teacher’s splayed cunt lips, both of them looked back into the room. Cookie had just finished feeding the line of cum to Trixie.
‘I feel so sorry for these poor little girls, about to get the talking to of their lives,’ Miss Campbell confided to Ian, eyes going all wide in mock-sympathy, ‘Don’t be too hard on them, Mr White,’
‘We must have discipline, Miss Campbell,’ said Ian.
Reluctantly, Ian pulled his dick away from Miss Campbell and shut the door on her even as she immediately replaced her fingers over her slit where his cockhead had been and quickly strummed the engorged pink clit. As Ian shut the door behind him, a few juicy jets of girlcum spattered against the smoked out windowpane, as the slutty blonde English teacher directed the gush of vaginal fluids in powerful sprays against it.
Narrowly escaping a soaking, Ian faced Cookie and Foxy.
His absolutely mammoth cum-cannon was pointing straight at them, eighteen and a half inches of pure, rock hard muscle cock that was pulsing with turgid veins. The rounded tip was coated with Miss Campbell’s slick juices; the distended trunk was still coagulated with the thick white cum of the student that had busted all over it, dripping from the underside in sticky ropes.
‘Now girls, you are going to have to be good, because I’m on something of a hair-trigger here.’
‘Well fuck sir,’ Cookie said, ‘And there I was planning on being bad.’
Cookie had joined on her knees in front of the desk. Foxy said nothing because her mouth was absolutely brimful of thick cum. Her cheeks were bulging.
‘We were early so we stopped off in the gym and did a blowbang with some first years,’ Cookie explained jerking her thumb towards Foxy. ‘Actually I think all the first years.’
Foxy opened her mouth to show Ian, exposing a white, bubbly load.
‘Fucking stupid whores,’ Ian said.
Theatrically, Foxy swallowed, thereafter emitting a soulful, whoreish belch that reverberated around the office.
‘Did someone cum on your COCK, sir?’ Foxy drawled.
‘Ummm, yeah,’ Ian said.
‘FUCK that is so HOT!’
Ian started to stroke his shaft as it pointed at the two student sluts, his hand sliding up and down the cum-greased fuckpole, bloated veins throbbing as he did so.
‘Fuckey,’ Ian said, squeezing the rigid shaft and unleashing a gout of hot, clear precum that splattered Foxy in the eye. Foxy yelped, grinning.
‘Foxy,’ Ian then said, treating the other girl to a similar hot lash of thick, potent prejizz after twisting his inflated schlong to point at the other whore.
‘Fuck!’ Fuckey said at the hot spray of precum thumped into her face, some of the fat spurt bouncing off in impact, ‘I’m Fucking Fuckey, Sir, that’s Fucking Foxy!’
‘I’m Foxy,’ the squinting brunette said, looking up at Ian, before releasing another hearty cum-burp, ‘ooops!’
‘You’re Fucky, and you’re Foxy,’ Ian said, pointing his cockend at each in turn. ‘You’re Cookie de Luxxxe and you’re Trixie Foxxx?’
‘That’s right sir!’
‘Just call us both Fuxxxey! Save on confusion!’
‘Fuxxxey, is it? OK.’
‘That’s us!’ Fuckey said.
Ian flexed his pc muscle so that his immense fleshpole bounced up and down in front of the teens.
‘Fuxxxy, how can I put it, you look… different.’
‘How so, sir?’ Foxy asked.
‘Well, you both look… more whoreish… than usual.’
‘Like what sir?’
‘Like dirty, cock sucking, spunk guzzling whores. And I’m going to teach you a lesson.’
