A short blonde haired woman stood up and walked from the back of the room to stand before Mr Westall. “How would you suck a cock, Sarah?”
“I do not know papa. I have only done it once.”
A ripple of laughter washed over the room. “Only once? How do you expect to please your husband if you have only done it once? Would you roast beef for his family having only attempted it a single time?”
He rang a bell on his desk and an old man walked in, looking at least sixty and possibly older. “This is Mr Godfrey,” Westall said. “He has been teaching my littles how to suck cock for nearly forty years.”
The old man shuffled across to Sarah and nodded to her. “On your knees my girl.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I will not go near his wrinkly old thing.”
“Oh dear,” Mr Westall announced to the room. “She embarrasses herself and me by declining the education Mr Godfrey can provide.”
He grabbed hold of Sarah and bent her over the front desk, whipping up her dress and tugging her knickers down to her knees. “You wicked girl!” he cried as he began to spank her, the sight painful enough to make Laura wince as she watched. “You have offended me and Mr Godfrey. You naughty girl! And what’s this?” He paused, moving his hand down between her thighs. “You are wet. Somehow I think your disgust is for show. How many times have I said there is no need to worry about what society might think whilst you are here. This is a safe place for you to let go of what you think people might say and do what you know you desire. Now get on your knees like the good man said.”
Sarah sank slowly to her knees, her knickers held against the floor as Mr Godfrey nodded down at her whilst reaching into his trousers. Laura could not help but gasp around her dummy as she stared. His member was truly enormous, rigid and almost purple at the tip, seeming to swell and pulsate as he pointed it towards Sarah’s mouth. “The skill is in the use of your tongue,” he said to the class, stroking the shaft as he did so. “Lots of saliva and good tongue work. Sarah, stick out your tongue and lick the entire length of me.”
Sarah did as he asked, running her tongue from the base to the very tip of him in a single long movement.
“That’s good. Bow run your tongue around the head. Pull back the skin a little with your hand. Here, you take hold of the shaft. That’s it. Now lick around the head and over that little hole. If you can taste a drop of salt, it’s a sign you are doing well.”
She followed his instructions, her cheeks turning pink as she did so. Laura watched in silence, unable to take her eyes from the sight.
“Now take it into your mouth, stretch your lips apart and angle your head so you can take it all the way in.”
Laura found herself becoming flushed as she watched. An image entered her head unbidden, that of Mr Westall standing before her like that, his member sliding towards the back of her throat until she gagged. She blinked the thought away, fanning her face as the room suddenly felt uncomfortably warm.
“You fit me all the way in on a first attempt,” Mr Godfrey said. “You are good at this. How many cocks has she sucked Mr Westall?”
“She says only the one.”
“A likely story. No doubt she does not want to shame herself but she should be proud. She is clearly quite the expert. Oh my goodness, that feels splendid.”
He had taken hold of Sarah’s head as he spoke and commencing sliding her back and forth along the length of his shaft. He moved her faster as her nostrils flared, clearly fighting for breath. Laura felt her own breath catch in her throat and she glanced up at Mr Westall to find he was staring intensely back at her.
“Keep going,” Mr Godfrey said, shoving himself into Sarah’s mouth. “I am almost there. That’s it. That’s it.” His shaft convulsed as he pulled back and then he rammed into her mouth a final time, remaining still as he let out a long groan. Sarah coughed as he fell back out of her a moment later. She blinked as if realising she was being watched for the first time.
“Well done,” Mr Godfrey said. “A capital demonstration. You could all do far worse than learn from this one here.”
Sarah returned to her seat to a round of applause which Mr Westall cut short. “Enough,” he said, silencing them with a wave of his hand. “I think that is enough excitement for you all. Off for a nap right now.”
Laura filed out with the others but Mr Westall stopped her. “A word with you Laura,” he said and she turned to find him standing close behind her, his arms folded as he glared down at her. “I wish to speak to you about what happened in the playroom.”