12 Back to School (1/2)

Slut is asking me about the accounting report, which I totally did for her days ago.

That isn't her name, obviously.

No one would name their child that, I don't think.

Or do they?

Now that I think more about it, why the hell not? It is a cool name, right up there with names like Rose and Beauty, basically telling everyone what kind of lovely person the child will grow up to be.

It also allows childlovers from going straight up to kids with such names and inviting them to –

Maybe I should keep those thoughts to myself. Hah!

Her actual name isn't really that important, as I shall now and forever remember her as Slut.

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My brain is better being filled up with manly cultures than remembering the names of stupid people.

Slut is a slut by all definitions of the word, and the only reason that she has gotten her job here at the company is due to her being very good at spreading her legs.

I recall hearing a rumor about her giving the interviewer a blowjob.

What a slut! Why hasn't she given me one yet?

I have done so many things for her over the months, so she should at least give me one for motivation, but nope, I get nothing for doing any of this.

What the actual fuck!?

Give me a blowjob, you goddamn slut! You have given every Tom, Dick and Harry in the office one, so why not me? Those are the actual names of my colleagues, by the way.

That's it! I am not doing it anymore until she sucks my cock!

”Yes. Here it is. I just finish it yesterday. You can have a look over it before you hand it in.”

Richard responses as I facepalm mentally.

You are a dumbass, Richard. If you didn't waste your time doing other people's work, you could have been promoted already.

”Really? Wow. Thank you. Umm… can you help me with this one too? Great. Thanks.”

Slut drops more works onto the table before taking the report back to her desk.

The fuck!? I am not doing it anymore. No more! You hear me, Richard!?

My host obviously couldn't hear me, and I couldn't be bother wasting my precious time to correct this problem for him. I rather spend more time feeding my sexy teenage daughter.

As such, I take a nap and let Richard does whatever the fuck he does in the office.

If I have time, I will fix this problem and make sure the slut pays me all back in full, with creamy interest right up her cunt and ass.

I totally would.

When I finally in control of the body again, I find myself finish parking my car outside the all-girl school, readying to pick up my daughter. There is a strange kind of tightness in my gut, and I recall that Richard is having guilt about what had happened.

Honestly, be a man of culture! Be a man of culture!

My eyes capture the countless fuckable teenagers coming out of the school's gate to head home with their parents or alone. Their knee-length skirt and blazer, advertising their tight ass and perfect bust, leave very little to the imagination.

I am practically drooling at all the lovely treats on sexy long legs. I want nothing more than to eat them all up. I mean for them all to eat me up.

Please do. Please do! Oh, please do!

The priests acting as teacher and counselors at the school must really love their job, considering how gullible the students all are.

The students are obviously being conditioned that way by the school and its teaching methods.