nb: written in collaboration with Gunde - his is the first half, mine second
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6:28 AM, the following day
"All right, so now I'm here, Miss Griffiths," One look would have told anyone that this was the school's media studies teacher's office. It wasn't very big, but it was crammed with a collection of cameras and other pieces of assorted film making equipment, two shelves stuffed with books on cinematography, editing and so on, plus framed movie posters squeezed into piece of wall left available after everything else had been fit inside. Of course, while the posters decorating the walls of most offices like this would be for films made Fellini, Kurosawa, Kubrick and their ilk, these were from an entirely different category of classics.
Also in the office, of course, were screens and computers, with the collection of them at the far end of the room from the door bathing it in a slightly blue-tinted electric light in the absence of any lamps being turned on.
"Zoe!" The brunette seated in front of the curved desk on and in front of which most of said screens were positioned kicked her swivel chair around and flashed the newcomer a big, wide grin.
Candy Griffiths was all about cock, the bigger the better. In fact, she never failed to go all gooey in response to a huge, throbbing fuckpiece with a pair of cum-bloated balls dangling underneath it to complete the package. But the only way any woman could so much as look at Zoe Monroe and not be overcome with fuck-lust was if she was frigid. And if she was, odds were Zoe could cure her of it without even trying.
"Hot fucktoy slut," Candy breathed out as she slid her mirrored shades down her nose to look closer at Zoe. Framed by long, lustrous hair that flowed freely onto her shoulders, Zoe's face was a collection of features so gorgeous as to make your heart start bouncing. Most eye-catching was her electric blue eyes that sparkled with something raw and primeval whenever a stud was around and set of the plushest, juiciest cocksucker Candy had ever seen.
Her tits matched her face in terms of drool-inducing majesty, the pair of round, perfectly round orbs of firm flesh sitting high and proud on her chest, with the narrow cleavage separating them being made all the more so by the black tee with 'FUCK MY ASS AND CUM ON MY FACE' written on it in bold, white letters that they were squeezed into. At most, the t-shirt covered perhaps half of Zoe's huge cans, with the result that the curving slopes of her whopping great boobs and their gleaming, lushly tanned skin were on full display.
Not able to stop herself, Candy dropped her gaze lower so it travelled down over the etched musculature of the blonde teen's twin rows of etched, neatly lined up stomach muscles and on to the incredibly flimsy, slightly triangular front of her ultra-skimpy, leopard-print bikini thong. Unlined, the thong was such a snug fit that the cleft between Zoe's pussy lips was outlined perfectly. Suddenly, Candy recalled that she hadn't had breakfast yet.
"Sexy bimbo whore..." By happy accident, Zoe had stopped sauntering along on the transparent platform soles and stiletto-heels of her otherwise black sandals at just such a point that Candy could look from her to the poster on the wall next to her that depicted her mother.
In the world of porn, Tanya Monroe was a giant. Not only had she spent twenty-odd years as a superstar-performer, but she'd built up an empire along the way too. The poster of her that Candy on her wall was from Huge Dick Hunting -- an early hit and a game-changer in terms of the intensity and hotness of the action. So it was only natural that her daughter was sent to the school to learn how to be every bit the sizequeen bimbo whore that her mother was.
"Fucking turn around and spread those cheeks for me, slut," As she stared at the brown-eyed, brown-haired Miss Griffiths, Zoe twisted her gorgeous face into an aggressive, hyper-sexual sneer that stood in stark contrast to the vacuous pouts and ludicrous duckfaces that lesser bimbos might have gone for.
"Make me..." Candy purred in response, unfolding her right leg from on top of her left and bringing that foot down until both of the towering heels -- black, like the laces -- of her otherwise white jump boots were in contact with the floor. From there, she proceeded to wriggle her heart-shaped booty into the seat of her chair even as she scooped forwards to thrust her pussy towards Zoe in a conscious act of provocation.
Said pussy was smooth-shaven, dripping wet and completely exposed thanks to Candy having torn through the bottom of her pink mesh one-piece that fit her front tight and which tapered in the closer it got to where it became nothing more than a string that rode in underneath and up across her anus. Apart from a few wayward strips of cloth that still hung on, from the base of her stomach on down across the whole of her vaginal mound, only the frame of the ultra-skimpy garment remained.
"Tasty..." Zeroing in on Miss Griffiths' plump, glistening cunt with her gaze and licked her lips.
"Bet you didn't get enough of it yesterday," Another purr rolled off Candy's tongue as she pushed her pussy lips apart with two fingers and had her clear juices pour from it to skirt off the edge of her seat and patter onto the floor.
One definite perk of her position at the school was that Candy was in charge of plotting and recording the "progress reports" that Tanya wanted on her daughter, the reports that involved footage of the top-heavy teen bombshell getting dicked, sucking cock, eating pussy and gulping down copious amounts of cum.
Usually, the videos took the form of re-enactments of Tanya's films.
"Of course I didn't," Zoe's purr was just as filthy and evocative, before one of her arched eyebrows curved upwards as she spotted the crowns sewn onto the lapels of the open, olive-green jacket that rounded out Miss Griffiths' outfit, "What's with the crowns? Did they make it official and crown you queen slut when we got back?"
"It means I'm a major," Raising her right arm, Candy pointed at the S, the L, the U and the T of the nametape on the jacket, rendered concave by the immense swell of her huge boobs projecting out from her chest.
"Yeah, a major slut," Zoe curved her full lips into a nasty smile and took a couple of steps closer to Miss Griffiths, "A major slut whose gonna tell me what I'm doing here this early."
"Oh, come on," Wanting to milk the moment some more, as well as get Zoe primed for what she was about to unleash on her, Candy moved her legs further apart and balanced her feet on the heels of her boots, "Tell me first, what did you think of yesterday?"
"Yesterday?" At she recalled the action of the previous day, Zoe shot off a lewd smile and tugged at the waistband of her thong, "That was fun."
"Yes, always fun to do a little bit of guerilla film-making," For her part, Candy wasn't about to cease flaunting the soaked state of her pink pussy for the benefit of the younger bimbo, "But I swear the head of that railway museum looked about ready to swallow his tongue when you offered to suck his cock!"
