Today has not been an especially good day for Scott Green. The off-beat Drama had woken up late and struggled to get out of bed, throwing off his entire morning. Worse still, his bandana just wouldn’t sit right, and so by the time he finally made it to school he was well beyond tardy. That in itself wouldn’t be so bad, except that this is the third time this week, and so rather than being escorted to his classroom he was quickly deposited in the Administration office.

And, as their was no one waiting in front of him, by the time his butt hit the seat, Vice Principal Luna had already buzzed out to the secretary’s desk, declaring in a voice a little too loud for an interior space, “Raven! Send back Mr. Green!”

The brunette’s face contorts into a grimace at the near shout before giving the teen a nod. “Okay, you can head on back,” she says, indicating he ought to move towards the darker corner of the office with a smooth flick of her wrist. Scott bobs his head and shuffles towards the Vice Principal’s office as Raven applies another unnecessary layer of lipstick.

“Take a seat,” Luna says as enters in. Scott gulps and nods, moving quickly to the chair set up across from the woman’s desk. Even though he’s wearing shoes, it’s plainly obvious that the carpet beneath his feet is soft and plush, excessively so even. After seating himself, he glances around and forces a grin.

“So you’ve been doing a little renovating?”

“Something like that,” the Vice Principal admits, steepling her fingers and giving Scott a long, quiet look. As the seconds tick by under her heavy gaze, the Drama feels a bit of sweat running down the back of his neck and squirms in discomfort. Without trying to be too obvious, his eyes flit around the room, trying to settle on something that is both close to the woman’s face, while not nearly as intimidating.

Unfortunately he doesn’t find anything like that in the dim light of the office. In fact the only thing that he can seem to focus on is a short trip southward from the Vice Principal’s face: the healthy line of cleavage that bulges up from the neck of her low-cut, belly-baring sweater. Now, it should be said that Dramas, as a rule, aren’t prone to gawking, but let’s be real, it’s difficult for anyone not to stare at the plump, meaty mounds resting on the Vice Principal’s chest; not quite as pronounced as her sister’s, but still with a healthy, almost teen-like perkiness. Combine that with the almost pushup nature of her top, and Luna’s chest manages to rise up past her collarbone at its highest point.

Scott’s mouth goes dry as his eyes zero in on the teasing line of space that seems to expand and contract each time the Vice Principal breathes. He’s so entranced by the heaving flesh, the Drama hardly notices when Luna begins to speak.

“Now, Mr. Green,” Luna says, frowning as she launches into her usual response, “I understand that you’re having a little trouble getting to school as of late. We take attendance very seriously here at CHS, because if you’re not in the classroom, we can’t account for where you are, much less what you’re learning. That’s why we need for our students to be on time and-”

The Vice Principal frowns as Scott gives another slight head bobble, the fourth or fifth in less than a minute. Glancing at his face, she quickly notes that the boy isn’t giving her his full attention. Well, certainly not the part of her that he needs to be paying attention to, she notes, following his gaze down towards her chest. A small, devious smile toys at the corner of her lips as she reaches up and tugs the neckline of her sweater a little further south.

A small shiver rumbles up from the base of her spine as her breasts wobble about, her smirk growing as Scott’s eyes suddenly widen as his jaw drops, his half open mouth giving him a rather stupid looking expression. With some of the support gone, Luna’s tits surge forward and down, somehow bulging even more obscenely towards the newly freed space, as though their entire focus was on bursting free, putting themselves on full display for this young man.

Luna resists licking her lips as Scott’s eyes jerk back up to her face, and instead adopts a serious smile. “Well, now that I have your attention, maybe you’ll be willing to listen to me?”

“I, uh,” the green-haired boy stumbles, glancing back and forth between the Vice Principal’s chest and her face, “I’m, listening?”

Tutting her tongue, Luna shakes her head. “Oh, I don’t think so Mr. Green; it’s quite obvious to me that you’re simply not here right now. We’ll have to take more serious measures to make sure that you understand the gravity of being late to school,” she finishes, pressing down on the intercom. “Raven, come back here, would you?”

Scott flinches as the near shout rattles about in between his ears. Thankfully the ringing stops shortly after the woman releases the button on the intercom, and he launches straight into an apology. “Vice Principal Luna, I promise that I’ll never be late to school again; I’ll even come an hour early if that’s what it takes, just please let me off with a warning this time!”

“I can’t do that Mr. Green,” Luna replies with a shake of her head. “There is an order to these things, and as this is your third tardy this week, I must make clear to you how things will proceed from here on out. But since you are unable to listen, I must take steps to show you how serious we really are about truancy here at CHS.”

“Truancy, wh-” the boy is quickly cut off as Raven bounces into the room.

“Good morning Vice Principal! Can I get you another cup of coffee?” she says in a chipper tone, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m afraid not, Raven,” Luna sighs and points to Scott. “Mr. Green here is having a little trouble understanding the gravity of this situation. As such, I would appreciate your help in making sure he knows where he stands.”

“No, really, everything’s fine,” the increasingly nervous Drama chuckles. “I’ll pay attention, I will!”

Strutting over beside him, Raven gives a small giggle and shakes her head. “Oh, I wouldn’t be count on that, sweetie, at least not as long as you’re looking fit to burst.” A confused Scott follows her stare down to his crotch and visibly pales.

“That, uh, that’s-”

“Shh,” the secretary murmurs, one talon-like fingernail pressing against his bottom lip. “Don’t you worry about a thing; just leave this part to me.”

And, just like that, Raven drops to her knees in front of the student, the carpet making a small sound as her knees sink into the soft surface. Within five seconds, Scott’s shaft is revealed to the world; the chill in the air immediately set off by the wickedly hot breath of the Administration office’s secretary. The boy attempts to protest, only to let out a strangled gasp as a pair of fat, white-coated lips begins to pepper his dick with kisses.

“Better?” the Vice-Principal asks. Scott looks back to Luna to tell her that this is somehow even worse, but again the words die in his throat as he watches the amorous administrator abruptly begin touching herself behind her desk. One hand between her legs, the other gently mauling her breasts, Luna glances between her student’s face and down to where Raven has begun eagerly lapping at his dick.

“Now, as I was saying,” the deviant dean purrs, dipping a finger deeper inside her snatch, her eyes rolling back in her head as she continues. “We take truancy very seriously here at CHS. Students who have, mm, have difficulty integrating on campus will very often struggle to find acquaintances once they graduate. Neither I nor my sister want that for any of, ooh, our students, so we have a very strict attendance policy.”

As the Vice Principal closes her eyes and begins touching herself with a bit more enthusiasm, she finally does pull down the neckline of her sweater, allowing one massive mam to roll free. It’s rather pale, making the needy, girlish pink of her nipple and areola stand out that much more.

If he wasn’t already rock hard, Scott’s quite sure his shorts would be bursting at the seams. But as it stands, he’s currently having a young woman worship his dick with her tongue. He gulps, now stuck looking between three points of interest, the Vice Principal’s pleasured expression, her beautifully bare breast, and the slutty secretary between his legs.

On one occasion, Raven catches him staring and bats her eyes before going down and nuzzling his testicles. Scott gives a weak whimper, trying to ignore the pleasant buzzing that seems to be running up the entire length of his dick and is now descending into his sack. Panting, he looks up at the Vice Principal and manages to croak out, “Right, CHS takes truancy, mm, s-seriously.”

“Mhmm,” Luna all but moans, her eyes slowly focusing back in on her student. “Truancy eventually leads to skipping, and skipping leads to dropping out. And neither of us would want that, would we?”

Scott’s head bobbles, his face burning as the Vice Principal’s eyes clench shut and she bites her bottom lip. “Ooh, good boy. So, in order to show you how serious we are, the next time you’re late, I’m going to call you in here again. And Raven is going to join us right from the start.”

In response, the secretary suddenly engulfs Scott’s schlong in her mouth. The boy gives a strangled choke of surprise as his hands clench at the arms of the chair. Luna gives an uncharacteristically girlish giggle as the well-wetted willy quickly disappears into Raven’s mouth.

“I’m sure that you might be interested in that at first, but you should know that Raven is quite sensitive to boys and their toys.” Squirming forward on her desk, Luna lets her other breast fall free and allows her sizable chest to wobble a short distance from Scott’s face. “So she could keep you from cumming if I told her to. In fact, let’s give it a shot, shall we?”

On cue, Raven’s head begins to bob even more enthusiastically. Scott lets out a quiet groan as his hips start to rise to meet her mouth, almost with a mind of their own. But, just before he’s about to blow, Raven lowers her head as far as she can, bumping her nose against his pelvis. He twitches, trying to buck his hips again, but the weight of her upper body prevents him from moving. Worse still, her lips fit so snuggly that he can actually feel the eager orgasm rush part of the way up his dick, only to find nowhere else to go. Defeated, it sinks back down into his balls, which seem to bulge in protest at the failed process.

“Ah!” he groans, gritting his teeth and clenching his eyes shut. “O-Okay, I get it! I won’t be late again!”

“Good,” Luna purrs, reaching out and giving Raven’s head an affectionate pat. “Go ahead.”

With that the secretary begins to move again, and within seconds, the already sensitive Scott blows one of his largest loads ever into the fat-lipped woman’s mouth. Raven purrs around his dick, gulping greedily for quite a while before she pops her face away from his crotch. “Mm, bad boys are my favorite,” she hums, dragging a finger across her smeared lips.

And speaking of smearing, Scott can only stare breathlessly at the broad white rings and lipstick marks decorating the entire expanse of his dick. Still struggling for air, he can only nod as Vice Principal Luna asks him, “I’m glad we could come to an understanding, aren’t you?”

With the business taken care of, Luna moves back behind her desk and Raven stuffs Scott’s sausage back into his pants before helping him out. The green-haired teen chances one glance back before they round the corner, and sees the Vice Principal’s hand drifting down between her legs again.

“Okay, that should be everything,” Raven says with a smile as she puts him in a chair. “You take a minute or two to get your bearings and then head to class, kay?”

“Sure,” Scott mumbles, watching as the thunderous tush of the secretary wobbles its way back to her seat. By the time he leaves, Raven has already applied one layer of lipstick, and is working on the second.

Still a little unsteady, the Drama makes his way down the hall, occasionally leaning on the wall or a locker to remain upright. “It’s like she sucked my life out through my dick,” he mutters to himself with a small laugh. He winces a little, reaching down and pulling at the crotch of his pants. “These are really snug today, I wonder why?”

And so, oblivious to his now pumped-up prick, Scott shuffles to class, doing his best to ignore the tightness in his pants. And possibly the quiet desire to be late again tomorrow too.