“What, again?!” replied Alison. “Are you sure?”
“‘Oo’s Chad?” asked Riley.
“It was him, I’m sure of it!” said Claire, ignoring Riley’s question. “He was watching us. He scarpered as soon as I saw him. Dickhead!”
“What’s he up to?” wondered Alison out loud. She shrugged her shoulders. “Well anyway, we’re together: he can’t do us any harm.” She and Claire both sat down again on the bench — and this time Riley joined them.
“So…” said Riley, after they had settled down again, “what was your idea, Claire?”
“Well…” replied Claire. “Stick the rest of that toffee apple in my cunt, and I’ll tell you my plan…”
~
“Doctor Dick?”
“Claire — how can I help you?” replied Dick-Dick, turning and waiting, as Claire caught up with him on Monday morning in the corridors of the RAF.
“Well, I was wondering…” Claire bit her lower lip seductively, “what the conditions are for auditioning for a place at the RAF?”
“Do you know someone who is interested?”
“Yes — and she’s very good: she’s got this amazing asshole, you know, huge gapes and all, a bit like Alison.”
“Excellent!” said Dr Dick, with a glint in his eye. “Does she know how to apply? You can give her one of our prospectuses.”
“And she can deepthroat as well — she’s amazing!” Claire gently caressed her pert breasts through her see-through top.
“Wonderful. Well, get her to apply, and then if she’s short-listed she’ll be called for audition.”
“I’ve seen her take, like, twenty cum-loads in her ass and then fart them out all over the faces of a bunch of hot girls,” continued Claire, reaching under her skirt to rub her pussy. “She’s so fucking hot…” Claire moaned slightly.
“Uh, great, Claire,” stammered Dick-Dick. He was not quite sure why Claire was providing him with all this detail — though, despite his professionalism, he was finding it a bit hard not to let his instinct get in the way. His cock began to rise in his trousers.
“And,” — Claire was pleased to see her words having the desired effect — “she can take even the biggest, longest cock all the way down her throat… You know what I mean by a really really looong cock, Doctor Dick?” She reached forward, and began to run her fingers up and down the bulging outline of her professor’s shaft.
Dr Dick’s heart was pounding, and he stammered again: “Long c- cock? That’s great, Claire. I’m sure she’ll do really well if she aud–”
But Claire was not wasting any more time. She was on her knees now, unzipping Dick-Dick’s fly with deft fingers and swallowing his member deep into her throat with skill and urgency. Her lecturer groaned as he felt his glans nudge against the slimy throbbing back of her throat, but did his best to maintain a veneer of professionalism, continuing, “All your friend needs to do is fill in the form and return it with the application fee, and… and I will be delighted to audition her myself, personally — oh fuck…”
Claire was pleased to see that she was having the desired effect, but was not about to throw away her advantage too soon. She slid her throat slowly back up her professor’s cock, her tongue flicking and slurping at the underside of his shaft as her lips gently nibbled his stiff rod. A long slimy rope of spit dangled from her lips as she asked, with faux innocence, “Oh, Doctor Dick! Is there any way she can avoid paying the audition fee? She doesn’t have much money, this friend of mine — her mom’s a two-bit whore, you see — I mean, a really respectable honest woman, but poor.” Claire worked her saliva into Dick-Dick’s cock-head with her hand, before plunging back down again to swallow his cock all the way in.
“Oh fuck!” swore Dick-Dick, as he felt his semen begin to rise and his cock harden even more. “That’s not really allowed, Claire! I can’t do that — that would be to show favouritism, which isn’t… oh fuck… isn’t fair…”
Claire withdrew her mouth from Dr Dick’s cock, leaving it bobbing desperately in front of her face. “Oh, that’s a shame, Doctor Dick. Can’t you… uh…stretch the rules a bit?” She looked up into her professor’s face, fluttering her eyelids and licking her lips, whilst taking care not to actually touch the long throbbing cock which waggled desperately in front of her eyes. “Alison tells me you sometimes have been known to…stretch the rules…?” She looked up into Dr Dick’s eyes, now with steely and unforgiving clarity. She knew what she meant, and Dick-Dick knew too. “I promise I won’t tell anyone if you ‘stretch the rules’ again…” She delicately licked the tip of his throbbing glans, teasing it to within a hair’s breadth of coming, but pausing just before the edge, leaving her professor in the agony of a not-quite orgasm.
Claire looked into her professor’s eyes, knowing she had him in her power. He looked at her, desperate to squirt his load — and knew she was right.
“I’m sure something can be arranged, Claire,” he panted.
“Oh good!” grinned Claire, before plunging her throat down again, taking Dr Dick’s full length all the way in, until her tongue licked his balls. She then began to give him a full-length full-depth mouth fuck, as she did her best to talk him over the edge: “Oh ‘eah, ‘Ofessor ‘Ick, I ‘et my fwiend will suck your ‘ock so fucking ‘ood, aww the way ‘own her fucking fwoa’, and then she’ww let you wam your fucking ‘ock ‘eep into her asshowwe. And then you ‘an stick your ass-fwawoured ‘ock ba’ into her fuckin’ mouf and squir’ aww your fucking ‘um down her fwoa’ — does ‘at soun’ ‘ood?” Dr Dick had lost control, and his cock was bucking and jerking, as he released his salty cum-load. This time, it was Claire’s turn to “do an Alison”: she held the pulsating cock tight between her lips, letting the cum flow unimpeded down her gullet, until her professor’s balls were spent.