You were requested to assist Mr. Bailey and his execution all rowd class of boys, however where others saw immaturity, you saw potential. You stumble off to the English corridor still trying to get the hang of walking in heels. You strut into Mr. Bailey's room just as he's attempting to control his students. "Settle down everyone please, settle down. Ah! Mrs Cock-Pillows so good to have you" he's goes to shake your hand but 'accidentally' gropes your breast instead, you let out a steal of arousal as pleasure shoots through your body. "Now I understand you have your own 'methods of motivating these young men, am I correct?" "Like totally!" You respond in a ditzy voice" "excellent I leave you to it then, now if you need anything, I'll be in the library doing some work" he then picked up his folders, gave you a little love-tap on the ass and exited.
"Looking fine short-stack!" One of the boys cat-called from the back "Aww thank you so much Timothy, just remember to like, raise your hand next time", you give him a wink and turn to the class. "So like I've been told that you guys apparently have an essay to write or something" a choir of groans echo around the room " yeah, yeah I know writing sucks and all that. Buuuut..." you undo a button on your shirt, causing your tits to spill out a little, gaining the classes attention "I'm gonna make this more interesting, who ever I see working really hard and writing a lot will get a little treat during the class, maybe a little blowie or something" suddenly everyone was interested sitting up straight giving you (and your exposed melons) their full attention. "and as as a reward for whoever writes the like bestest essay gets an extra special treat during lunchtime". "Yes miss". Everyone collectively chanted, they all then picked up their pens and started writing furiously "Yay! You all be good boys for mommy".
5 minutes had passed. You eyes were scanning the classroom, searching for your next snack. Your eyes were fixed on Evans, James Evans to be more specific. He had written a lot and occording to Mrs. Milkers was about the size of a large cucumber. You were eager to find out for yourself. You licked your huge lips, applied a layer of lipgloss and whispered "perfect".
You approach Evans's table, hips swaying expertly, you sink to you knees and crawl under his desk. "Why dint you show mamma what she's working with" you whisper seductively. You unzip his pants and out falls his meat. Wow. Your co-workers weren't lying, his dick was the size of your forearm, you excitedly tied your hair back and grasped his dick in both hands, parted your lips and slid it into your mouth.
The very second his member made contact with your lips it fully hardened instantly, it was already hard but coming into contact with your DSL's immediately made it a solid as a rock, nevertheless you wrap you slutty lips around him and started sucking. There were tons of slutty bimbo teachers at this school but when it came to blow jobs you were by far the best, you expertly glided his cock inbetween your lips before making your way to the base and deep throating him, you heard him groan as he was reaching his climax and eventually, he did. You moan as cum slides down your throat, you drain his balls down your throat swallowing gallons of his cum. He eventually pulls out causing cum to squirt all over your face an chest, you then untie your ponytail and crawl back out from under his desk. You wip a glob of his cum up with your finger from off your tits and suck on it. Perfect taste, you then mo e on to the next boys cock, then the next, and the next, and the next. After you have sucked every single guys dick in this room. The period is almost over.
You strut out to the front of the class, tits drenched in semen, everyone hands in their essays and sit back down, eager to find out who the lucky stud will be "Evans will you like, pretty please stay behind after class with me?" You say pouting your lips. Everyone but James groans in disappointment. You wait by the door ready for the bell to ring, when it does everyone slants you on the butt as a way to maje things fairer. By the end of the line your cheeks are incredibly sore, but not as sore as there about to be.
You turn to Evans, you slowly start unbuttoning your shirt as you approach him, you move his desk out the way and plonk yourself down on his lap, dainty hand rubbing his cock, you bite you lips as you whisper closely in his ear "my lips aren't the only cock pillows you know..."