Class Meeting: Organizing the Cock Service Roster
I decide the pussy service duties democratically through class meetings. I fuck women several times a day, swapping them out like tissues. If I feel like popping open a fresh new pussy, that's totally fine. If I want to savor a favorite one nice and slow, no problem there either.
Women so highborn and gorgeous that just staring at them would've gotten you hauled off somewhere are now desperate to fawn over me because they can't get enough. Sure, there are still a few bitches strutting around with their pride on display, playing hard to get. But in the end, they're all just future onaholes.
Fuck, this is life! This is what it means to be a man! All those types yapping about how life's greatest rewards come from hardship, how achievement tastes sweetest after suffering—let 'em suffer all they want. I'm gonna soak up this ultra easy mode down to my bones.
That said, even I feel like leaving things this chaotic isn't ideal.
"It's getting a bit too hectic. Did I fuck up by stacking up too many onaholes I can use at once?"
I can't even remember all their faces, names, or the exact taste of their pussy holes. Not that it's a big deal. I keep track of my favorites anyway, and the fuzzy memories just make every fresh dive feel like a new flavor, right? That's the positive spin.
The real issue is from the bitches' side. With competition exploding overnight, they're all overheating trying to appeal to me. A dozen or so females in the classroom go nuts wagging their tails the second they spot me—it's pure chaos. Not that I hate it. Hell, the thrill of picking whichever wagging pussy I want is peak male indulgence, isn't it?
But even that's a drag when it goes too far. Choosing every time feels like decision paralysis, it's annoying, y'know? And listening to their high-pitched voices surround me with self-promotion? My head starts throbbing sometimes.
If this shit drags on every damn day, it'd be a headache. So!
"We'll hold a class meeting to pre-assign duties like my cock cleaning shifts and whatever else! Class meeting—revised!"
- Smack! Smack! Smack! -
Johanna-sensei's plump ass rings out three crisp times, signaling the meeting's start. Her generous cheeks make the sound echo so satisfyingly—music to my ears. A bitch's ass has gotta be this meaty to smack right. Tiny tits I can forgive, but a flat ass? No thanks.
"Johanna-sensei is just my cock-house onahole for the meeting duration, so don't mind her. Everyone, speak freely and let's kick off a constructive discussion. Got it?"
All the students shoot envious glances at Johanna-sensei, on all fours with my cock in her mouth. They all wanna swap places. But nope. It's a rare class meeting—everyone needs to pitch in actively for it to mean anything.
"Feel free to raise agenda items too. If there's class-wide stuff to hash out, speak up. First off... let's start with morning cock cleaning duty? Rine handles it with her mouth-pussy every day, but wiping it down clean in class seems more hygienic too."
Oh, wait—before that, something else needs settling first.
"Ah, Erika. Come up here and handle the blackboard."
"M-Me?"
"You're just an unused pussy anyway—you weren't planning to join the meeting, right?"
"Eek!"
Erika bites her lower lip, face twisted in frustration. Hmm. If she really has zero intention of offering her pussy to me, calling her an unused one shouldn't piss her off that much, right? No clue why she's like that.
Whatever—pissed or not, she steps up front as asked and starts writing. No matter how much resentment she's nursing deep down, once she recalls what happened to the pussies that tasted my cock after seeing it, her female instincts kick in hard. Bet her brain's spinning right now, justifying her actions without a hitch.
"Ahem. With the note-taker set, let's dive in. Anyone got special input?"
Who'd question a class meeting this absurd? No one. The girls all see cock cleaning duties as a given and start pondering.
Then a black-haired bob-cut glasses girl raises her hand. Eh, name? Whatever. I'll memorize it eventually. Or not.
"Yeah, you. Speak."
"...If Lazar-kun doesn't mind, the most universal way is by attendance number. Starting from number one, one girl per day handles cock cleaning and lust relief. That work?"
Solid, textbook approach. Too textbook—kinda boring. But no need for me to point it out.
"Attendance order? That's way too unfair!"
"Pushing that just 'cause your number's close up is selfish!"
"One per day? How many days do we wait?"
"Y-Yeah! It's not like we're desperate or anything! Lazar would get bored using just one pussy all day too!"
They shoot it down themselves. No need for me to play bad guy and say it sucks. I just chill, savoring Johanna-sensei's pussy folds while watching Erika tally votes.
"Wait! Everyone's just shouting over each other—that's no good! If you've got counterpoints, one at a time!"
I didn't assign her moderator, but Erika takes charge. Natural talent shines through.
"Duties should rotate per period, not daily! That way more cadets get turns, and Lazar won't get bored."
"Good idea, but what if Lazar's not in class during break, off somewhere? Does the duty pass or hold?"
"Pass, obviously! Personal bad luck—no system's fixing that."
"But that's brutal. Everyone else serves while one sits out..."
"We can beg Lazar's mercy later, but duty-wise, she's out!"
Gorgeous girls prettier than flowers debate my cock fiercely. Pride and pretense tossed aside, bickering to snag even a sliver more service time. Is there a bigger rush for a man? I say no.
And no good movie's complete without popcorn. I trail a finger down Johanna's back—she gets the signal, her huge ass starting a slow grind. Schlop, schlop—sticky sounds, but not loud enough amid the noise.
"Attendance order's unfair and inefficient!"
"Then what's your genius idea?"
"Tit size, obviously! For efficient lust relief, visible assets matter!"
"Ridiculous! Butt size instead! Tits are just eye candy—butts are the real deal!"
"That's insane! Better attendance order a hundred times over!"
Hell, this beats any comedy skit. Refined ladies arguing tits vs. ass supremacy. You can't buy this theater.
I tap Johanna's cute chrysanthemum hole, ramping up the onahole intensity. Debate's heating—noise won't matter now.
"Hold up! Things are getting too heated! Calm down and talk rationally."
Rational? Hilarious. I'll watch since it's fun.
"Everyone's mad 'cause rotations are too slow, right? Just increase the number of duties per round!"
Erika's hasty pitch lands well.
"Multiple per round... Like one on cock, two on balls for cleaning?"
"Less solo time sucks a bit... but faster turns make up for it."
"Back around in days—not so bad waiting."
Ooh, atmosphere cools. Democratic discourse breeds better ideas.
"Um, suggestion for Lazar?"
"Shoot."
Shirley? Some girl like that proposes.
"Direct cock contact alone feels insufficient for lust relief. How about assigning handjob duties too?"
Yes! Perfect. They brainstorm gems without me. I'm all in.
"Great idea? Watching you sluts' hot bodies is a treat even from afar."
Nah—imagining them's the best. My cock swells in Johanna's pussy, grinding her G-spot raw.
The meeting accelerates. How to serve my cock? Rotation shifts when I sample other pussies? Handjob protocols? Future kingdom elites shine in negotiation—all for my cock. Fuels my male superiority like crazy.
Erika scribes furiously, mediating. No way she'd think I forced her.
About 30 minutes later, the cock service system's framework solidifies. Tweak later if issues arise. Or if I say so.
"Good enough. Nice work."
Bonus smack on Erika's plump ass. She glares, lips bitten—but that's it. Rebellion's down to surface level. One nudge and she'll crumble.
But me toppling her directly? Meh. Way more fun making her collapse on her own.
"Helping with stuff that doesn't even concern you? So grateful. I'll repay the favor later."
"D-Doesn't concern me...?"
"It doesn't, right? You're opting out of duties anyway? Still an unused pussy, no interest in getting fucked by me."
I poll the class.
"Erika sits out duties—no issue? Your loads lighten a tad, but fine?"
Predictable response.
"Of course!!"
Faster cycles mean more service for them. One less rival? Jackpot.
Board's set. Now it's on Erika to face herself. I'll give her a week.