“It’s fuckin’ Nicole again, isn’t it?” Jeff asked exasperatedly. “I warned you she’d be like this. She has you wrapped around her-”
“Mr. Graves, could you tell Jeff to stop talking please? I’m trying to focus on my work.” Phil interrupted him obnoxiously, addressing the teacher.
Mr. Graves looked up from his desk. “Jeff, stop distracting the other students. I’m sure you have more important things to do, unless you mean to tell me you’re already done.”
Jeff obediently didn’t respond, but gave Phil a death glare as he resumed his work. Around ten minutes later, the bell rang and the students immediately started packing up as Mr. Graves went over how important it was to keep working at home.
“Not cool.” Jeff grunted to Phil as he slung his bag over his back.
“I told you before.” Phil coolly responded. “Nicole is important to me. Accept it. I’ll let you know by the end of the day, alright?”
“The party is literally today.” Jeff rebutted.
“The end of the school day.” Phil clarified, whipping out his phone and texting Nicole.
Hey princess <3 you got lunch plans?
Yup. Sucks to be you.
Nicole certainly did have a way with words. Phil frowned as he looked at his phone. Jeff gazed at the screen over his shoulder and laughed. “Must be true love.” he remarked.
“Fuck you.” Phil fired back. “Besides, I think she wants to go to your party too. If you want me there, that’s the best chance you’re getting.”
“Mm, use Nicole. I get what you’re saying.” Jeff nodded. “Oh wait, half the school has done that already. Thank fuck you haven’t had sex with her yet. Syphilis City.”
“Yeah, Jeff. Half the school has fucking syphilis. Get the fuck outta here.” Phil annoyedly responded, then waited until Jeff was out of the room. He changed who he was texting from Nicole to Olivia.
Nicole blew me off and Im bored. Council office?
Lol sure
Phil grinned as her message came up. He felt himself get hard as he made his way to the council office, and ended up having to stuff his hands in his pockets and walk to attempt to conceal his erection. Luckily, it wasn’t far from the math classrooms to the office.
By the time he got there, Olivia was already leaning against the wall. Without changing her expression, she greeted him with a peace sign as he approached.
And that wasn’t the only thing she greeted him with, if Phil’s nose could be trusted. “Are you high?” he asked as he unlocked the room, gazing nervously down the hallway. “Clear.”
“Yes, I am.” Olivia answered as she followed him in. He promptly shut the door and locked it. “I assume that’s not a problem.”
“I’m just surprised. It’s only been lunch time for the past few minutes.”
Olivia cracked a big smile, the kind she only gave him when high. “I skipped class to smoke.” she informed him. “I was kind of hoping we would get to do this, truth be told. I kind of really like giving head when I’m high.”
Phil didn’t know what to say. “Wow.” he eventually muttered as he assumed the position and started taking off his pants. “You’re wild.”
Olivia smiled at him, sinking to her knees and taking his rock-hard cock in her hands. “Mm, nice. You already think I’m wild when I’m sober, I think you’ll like me when I’m high.” With that, she took his cock into her mouth and started sucking him for all his worth, adding a hand to his shaft and getting into the groove.
“I think I’d be okay with seeing that side of you, slut.” Phil barked at her, enjoying not only the physical sensations of her lips on his manhood, but also the craziness of the situation – the well-behaved Student Council President, getting blown on-campus by a high girl.
“I bet you would.” Olivia moaned in between licks. “I bet your girlfriend doesn’t get to have this cock as often as I do. Mmm, her loss.” She hungrily put it back in her mouth and continued sucking, lightly rubbing herself over her jeans.
Phil could do nothing but grin as Olivia worked her magic on him, sucking, stroking and worshipping his dick with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. It definitely seemed like being high made her horny. She popped her lips off of him and interjected, “Hey, sexy. Want to whip out your phone and get a few nice shots of me sucking your cock?”
“Are you fucking serious?” Phil asked incredulously.
Olivia nodded eagerly. “I want you to treat me like a slut in every way you can. No need to ask me for permission about this ever again. Just photograph me like I’m your property. Because I am.”
Phil could do nothing but shake his head in disbelief. Olivia took her mouth off of Phil for a few seconds while Phil reached to his pants on the floor to retrieve his phone, but within seconds his phone was back in hand, and his cock was back in Olivia’s.
Olivia playfully and innocently looked up into the camera as Phil shot picture after picture of her on her knees, alternating between holding his manhood and devouring it, seeking any way possible to please him. Olivia was all too happy to pose as best as she could, trying to get her good side into the camera’s view as she sucked him off.
“Mm, your cock tastes so good, sir.” she moaned after he snapped a few pictures. “I’m addicted to you.” She popped open her fly and began to play with herself as she continued to suck him.
“Keep going, pet.” Phil ordered. “We don’t have a lot of time left, lunch ends soon.”
“Mm, then give me a proper lunch, Phil.” Olivia moaned. “Jack off onto my face, paint me, treat me like your own personal cum bucket.” Obediently, she kept sucking him off while Phil considered the idea.
“Mouth off.” he ordered, and she gleefully complied, still rubbing herself as she shuffled back and let Phil grab hold of his dick, jacking off in front of her.
Olivia sat and watched, seemingly entranced, by Phil’s show. “Watching you jack off is so sexy,” she almost whined, moaning as she watched him. She bit her lower lip, she looked almost in pain in anticipation for Phil’s load to be blown across her face. “Hurry, Phil. Claim me, I need it so badly.”
Phil was jacking off so fast he could have given himself a skin burn. He was biting his own lip as he stared into her eyes and came closer and closer to the point of no return. His own grunts, mixed with Olivia’s moans, created a symphony in the room, and let her know exactly when the crescendo was coming. After a good minute of him furiously jerking off in front of her, Phil emitted a particularly loud, stutter-y grunt, and let loose his release, right onto Olivia’s face.
Olivia practically moaned in relief as the first rope hit her across the cheek. She closed her eyes as the next few loads hit her in all corners of her face. Around rope five, she chuckled. “Wow. You were pent up.” she commented, enjoying the feeling of his cum splattered across her face.
“I haven’t gotten to do something like this in a while.” Phil admitted as his load subsided. “God damn, I wish Nicole would do something like that. I don’t get why she’s taking everything so slow and shit. She’s the fucking school slut.”
Olivia smiled and raised her eyebrows as she cleaned her face with her finger and tongue. “I bet she would want to do something like this with you. All girls do. She just needs some incentive.”