Chloe jumped up and ran to the door to peep down the corridor. She watched for a few seconds before turning to give the thumbs up. “She’s gone!”
I pushed back from the desk on my chair, Brigitte’s mouth clamped firmly around me as she shuffled forward on her knees.
“Oh, fuck! Brigitte!” Christine said, staring at the rude juncture of my penis and Brigitte’s soft pink lips.
“Oh, my god,” Chloe murmured as she came to stand close with obvious interest and watch Brigitte’s head bobbing up and down me at a terrifyingly quick rate.
Obviously my fiancee’s presence had provided some sort of distraction and delay to the wonderful feeling of being fellated because, within seconds, I cried out loud and began to orgasm noisily.
As I had mentioned I engaged in no sexual relations with Bethany and nor did I masturbate often so I hadn’t ejaculated in many weeks. Maybe this explains the sheer quantity of my ejaculate which filled Brigitte’s mouth in just a few voluminous squirts. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she coughed as she began to swallow, streams of thick white goo escaping at the corners of her mouth.
My climax lasted for an age until poor Brigitte’s face was covered in my semen. Although, as a testament to her determination, she kept masturbating me over her face so that the last few dribbles wiped off onto her cheeks.
She kissed the end of my penis before sitting back on her knees.
“Fuck me, Sir! You came a ton! Wow!”
Christine began to giggle. “Oh fuck. That is so funny. I can’t believe you sucked off Mr. Bletchflap while Strictly was talking to him. You’re such a slag, Brigitte!”
Brigitte began to laugh in response. “I’m covered in spunk. Come on, Christine. Lick it off me.”
Christine gave me an arch glance before kneeling down next to her friend. They kissed intimately, their tongues intertwining, before Christine began to clean her friend’s face with long confident swipes of her long confident tongue.
My penis twitched in response at this lewd display.
Chloe shook her head disbelievingly. “I can’t believe this is happening!”
“Oh, Chloe. Don’t be such a prude. Here you try a bit. I bet you like it,” Christine said, wiping her finger over my glans to catch a final stray drop. She offered it to Chloe. “Go on, Chloe.”
Chloe hesitated before leaning quickly down and sucking Christine’s finger clean. I let out a lustful groan at this filthy display.
“What do you think?” Brigitte asked as if she we were discussing a milkshake.
Chloe considered as she tasted my semen. “It’s a little more salty than I thought but it’s OK.”
I shook my head. I had to regain control. I couldn’t believe these callow young women had put my career and my relationship at risk for nothing more than to get back at my fiancee for giving them a detention. I stood up.
“I can’t believe what you just did, Brigitte! It was so irresponsible!” I shouted. “Get your clothes back on now before anyone sees!”
Brigitte sulked at me saucily and stood up. “Oh come on, Sir. You loved it.” She reached out and squeezed my penis. Despite my recent climax, I twitched in her hand. “See!” she continued, “You can’t honestly say that you didn’t like me sucking your cock, Mr, Bletchflap. And in any case if I’ve been bad, perhaps you should spank me.” She took a step forward, pressing her considerable bosom against me, while she fondled me.
“Stop it!” I ordered although I made no move to remove her hand beyond taking a step back so that my back was to the whiteboard behind me.
Christine stood to join her friend, her blue eyes intense as she reached down to gently squeeze my testicles.
“Yeah, Sir. You can’t pretend you didn’t like having Brigitte’s dirty hot mouth slurping on your dong. I bet you’d like me to do it to you as well, wouldn’t you?”
“Stop this, please!” I begged. Brigitte began to nuzzle and kiss my neck while Christine kept talking.
“Does Miss Stricker give good head, Sir? If I were your girlfriend, I’d suck you off every day. Does she suck it for you lots, Sir?”
I just groaned in reply as she knelt down in front of me.
Her mouth felt different to Brigitte’s but just as good. She concentrated more on flicking her tongue over me, eliciting an almost immediate response as I hardened once more.
“Ooh, Sir! You’re so naughty. You’ve got hard again,” Brigitte teased. She continued to slowly masturbate me into Christine’s mouth with one hand. With the other she grabbed my hands, one at a time, and put them onto her firm fat breasts.
“No, this is wrong,” I moaned but it didn’t stop me squeezing her enormous boobs and rubbing the palms of my hands over her hard brown nipples. I was astounded by the soft smoothness coupled with the firm weight of her bosom.
“Oh, Sir. That’s nice. Go on, pinch them,” Brigitte suggested. I found myself doing just that.
“Wow, Sir. That’s really rude,” Chloe said, her green eyes wide with astonishment at the sight of me groping one of her friends while the other orally satisfied me.
Christine stood up, my rigid penis releasing from her mouth with a pop. “I feel really horny, Sir. I need a fuck,” she added as she began to undress.
“No, I can’t!” I begged her but she pulled off her tie and blouse and stepped out of her skirt to reveal small white briefs, a plain matching bra and those black hold-up stockings.
Christine’s body wasn’t quite as curvaceous as Brigitte’s with longer legs and a more slender bottom but her breasts were still large and her skin slightly tanned. She reached behind her back to undo her bra.
“Oh, go on, Sir. One fuck won’t do any harm. I guarantee I’m a better shag than Strictly. How often does she put out for you, Sir?” she asked crudely.
“That’s private,” I replied quickly as I reddened at her question.