4 comments/ 86648 views/ 22 favorites New Teacher By: Ashson It was Miss Janine Henders first day at the school. She was introduced around and her class schedules were explained to her. For the first day she would not be expected to take any classes but would use the time dropping in at various classes that she would be taking to see how they were getting on with their current teachers. She would also, she was informed, be requested to visit the Principal's office at some stage for a get acquainted visit. Miss Henders was, therefore, not taken by surprise when instructed to go and see the Principal. "If Mr. Matters' got someone with him, then don't interrupt," she was informed. "Wait until his visitor leaves before knocking." Janine headed down to the Principal's office. His secretary was absent but the door to the office was slightly ajar. Tentatively Janine approached the door and peeped through the gap to see if anyone was with the Principal. Scarlet faced she raised her hand to her mouth in shock. There was a student bent over the desk, pants down, being spanked. A female student, as it was very plain to see. Janine could hear the rumble of the Principal's voice, interrupted every so often by a smacking sound and an occasional squeak from the student. Janine sat down on a visitor's chair, blushing. She found she was almost cringing each time she heard a spank. While she waited, another teacher entered. "Hi. I'm Sam Ogilivie, the PE teacher. You, I think, will be Janine Henson, the new English teacher? "Ah, Janine Henders, actually. Yes, I'm the new English teacher. I have to see the Principal, but he's got someone with him right now." Sam looked at her, noticing her obvious embarrassment. Turning he moved over to the office door and looked through. He admired the shapely body on display for a few moments and turned back to Janine, smiling. "I see that our esteemed leader is handing out a little lesson in discipline. That'll be Clarice, I'm sure. I heard that's she'd been acting up earlier. I wonder if she's eighteen yet?" "He's spanking her on her naked bottom," Janine pointed out. "Is he allowed to do that? And what difference does her being eighteen make?" "Oh, yes. We're allowed to administer corporal punishment as long as the student and parents agree. However, Mr. Matters does tend to handle all that himself. He says he can control it better that way. As for what difference being eighteen makes, if she is then the horny old devil will probably take advantage of the fact that she's bent over with her panties down and give her a good screwing after the spanking." Janine stared at him, shocked. "He wouldn't dare. She's a student." "So? As far as he's concerned there are two types of students. Normal students and fucking students. If you're an eighteen year old miss getting your bare bottom spanked, guess which type he considers you to be?" Sam walked back over to the office door and considered the scene carefully, then turned back to Janine. "Come and take another look, paying attention to Clarice's blouse. Tell me if you think she's wearing a bra." Hesitantly, Janine took a look. Then, blushing, she turned back to Sam. "Um, no, I'd have to say she isn't. You can see her breasts swaying freely when a spank lands." "Uh-huh. And did you notice that although her bottom has a nice flush to it, it's not showing signs of being beaten over hard." Janine nodded and Sam grinned at her. "Oddly enough, I saw Clarice at lunchtime, and she was definitely wearing a bra then. I wonder where it went?" "Do you mean she took it off before she went to his office? That she's expecting him to take advantage of her?" "Right in one. I understand that it's a point of honour for the older girls to be screwed by the Principal. It's the way they do things here. Didn't you wonder why the Principal would be spanking a student when he's expecting a new teacher to visit him? And how come he's left the door open, and Marge, his secretary, is conveniently out? And, for that matter, why he would have sent for me to come over at the same time?" Janine shook her head, feeling slightly stunned. "He wanted to make sure that you knew what went on around here so you wouldn't be too shocked finding it out by rumour. The reason I'm here is to explain it to you for a start, and then to keep you occupied while Matters is having his fun with Clarice." "Are you sure he's going to take advantage of her?" "Her panties are already off and she's bent over the desk in a submissive position. What do you think? Come over to the desk and I'll demonstrate something to you." Janine approached the secretary' desk and looked at him inquiringly. "You saw how Clarice was bent over the desk. Put your hands in the middle of the desk and then lean forward onto them." Puzzled, Janine did as she was told, turning her head to look at Sam. He nodded. "That's about right. Now see how it works." Before Janine realised what Sam was about to do he'd flipped her skirt up and her panties down. She let out a squeak and tried to rise but Sam's hand was pressing on the small of her back, holding her in place. "You see? Matters holds the girl like this and paddles her. Like this." Janine gave another squeal as Sam's hand slapped her bottom. "What do you think you're doing," she hissed at him. "Get your hands off me and let me up immediately." "Be quiet. If you listen you'll realise that the spanking is over. Dear Clarice is now about to be comforted for the terrible beating she underwent. Something like this is now happening." Janine felt something pressing firmly against her pussy, pushing its way between her lips and into her. Sam, she realised with a sudden shock, was taking her without any warning whatsoever. Janine tried to move away from that intrusive element but found there was nowhere to move to. She was trapped against the desk and Sam was sliding slowly but surely into her, her passage stretching and accepting. "Stop that," she hissed at him. "You can't do this. I haven't done anything to make you think I want this. Stop it at once." "Stop fussing," murmured Sam. "It's happening, and if you listen, you'll probably hear it happening to Clarice. Just be quiet and listen for a moment." Despite what Sam was doing to her, Janine found herself cocking her head, trying to hear what was going on in the office. She could hear the girl, Clarice, making a long hissing sound. Probably similar, she knew, to the sound she herself was making as Sam pressed further into her. "I don't care what the Principal is doing to that girl right now. What I care about is what you're doing to me." "Oh, good. I thought you'd appreciate it once I was in properly," murmured Sam. "Now, remember to stay quiet so we don't disturb the Principal." Sam started moving with a will. "I didn't mean I was liking it," gasped Janine, feeling herself starting to move instinctively with Sam's invasive forces. "I meant I don't want you to do this. I want you to stop." Sam's hands were reaching up under her blouse, pushing her bra up and off her breasts even while he slowly increased the speed of his thrusting. Janine squeaked again feeling his hands close over her breasts and squeeze them, his hands moving in concert with his hard driving hips. "Don't worry," Sam told her. "I'll stop in good time. But for the moment I'm supposed to keep you occupied and you have to admit, I'm doing so." Janine groaned. She had two options. Scream and kick up a big stink or let Sam continue. If she screamed and kicked up a big stink there'd be a scandal. She'd be through at the school before she even started. If she let Sam continue that he would rape her. Who was she kidding? He was already raping her. Either way, she was screwed. Sighing, Janine pushed forcefully back against Sam as he drove into her. If he was going to rape her, he'd better do a pretty thorough job of it or she'd kill him. Reluctantly, Janine admitted, only to herself, that she was enjoying the feel of Sam sliding his cock energetically into her. She could hear faint sounds coming from the office and part of her felt additional excitement, knowing that Clarice was being taken by the Principal at the same time that Sam was taking her. And in the same position, too, she just knew it. A thought occurred to her. If the Principal had tapped Sam to keep her occupied while he was attending to Clarice, did that mean that the Principal suspected that she was in the outer office being ravished while he was taking Clarice? Janine pushed back hard against Sam as he continued to take her. She could feel her bottom lifting high as she accepted him, sinking back down as he pulled back. Was Clarice's bottom bobbing in the same manner she wondered? She felt distinctly evil, knowing she was relishing the idea of the student being ravished by the Principal while she was suffering the same thing at the hands of the PE teacher. OK. She'd admit she wasn't actually suffering and that wasn't his hand she was bouncing on, but the principle was the same. She was being well and truly shafted by Sam while Clarice was full of the Principal's cock. Her mind raced around her strange situation while her body did its eager best to keep up with Sam and his thrusting ways. More and more her thoughts were focusing on Sam and the way he was taking her. He was coming in hard, seeming in a hurry to reach his climax, driving into her, pushing her along. "You seem in a hurry," she observed, gasping as Sam continued to plunge home hard and often. "Let me put it this way," gasped Sam, driving in yet again. "Do you want to be here, bent over the desk with your pussy full of cock when the Principal completes his fun and games with Clarice and they walk out of that office?" Put that way, Janine found a new urgency to her interaction with Sam. She found herself pushing back harder against his thrusts, encouraging him to try harder. She could feel Sam riding her harder and harder, galloping now. She almost expected to feel his hand slapping against her bottom, telling her to move it. She was going to come, she just knew it. She jammed her hand in her mouth, desperate not to scream as Sam pounded against her. She was whimpering with need now, wanting, needing that last little lift. Janine groaned as Sam climaxed within her, spraying his seed deeply inside her. The moist heat splashing her was the lift she'd been waiting for and she shuddered as she climaxed, clamping onto Sam and refusing to let go until she was satisfied. Panties back on and leaning back against the desk, breathing heavily, Janine fancied she could still here the little mewing noises she'd been making while seeking her climax. Actually, she could hear them. She glanced at Sam, who jerked his head towards the office. Unwillingly, but unable to resist, Janine moved to peep into the office. She almost gasped but prevented herself in time. Clarice's blouse gaped open and then Principal's hands were firmly clasped onto her breasts. At the same time he was pounding hard into Clarice, plainly heading for his climax. Clarice's bottom was bobbing frantically, desperate to keep up with the pace the Principal was setting. Janine noticed that Clarice had one of her hands clamped over her mouth. The little sounds she was making were the remains of the screams she was muffling as she bucked under her Principal's loving attention. Janine hurriedly moved away from the office door and sat on a visitor's chair, trying to ignore the sounds. Sam was laughing quietly at her. "So, Janine, as you can see, we do things a little differently here," he said. "Do you think you'll fit in?" New Teacher & The Student The way the buildings were placed he could see into her bedroom from his bedroom. Although he was a Teacher in his first year, and the fact he looked like any other of the kids at the college. They the board of trustees gave him the only room they had. Over the pass year he has watched her from his window as she undress or played with herself. As she was doing tonight. Standing at his window he saw her in the bedroom. She was unbutton her shirt slowly. She faces the window as she unclasps her bra. He could see large round breasts, and wanted to touch them. Her hand flattens on her stomach, and her fingers were stretch out as far as they could. Slowly her fingers inch their way up her neck, then back down over her right breast, moving toward her left tit, brushing over the hard tip. She took the very tip of her index finger, she touched the areola, drawing circles, around her nipple. Around and around closer and closer to the very tip of her nipple. His cock was getting hard, and he pushed down his sweats, and his hand wrapped around his cock. He watched as she puts her finger tip in her mouth, getting it good, and hot and wet. Then slowly drew it down over her jaw...neck...collarbone, then she let it slide over her hard tipped nipples. Slowly her finger moved down over her tummy just below her waist, slowly moving her fingers down on her mound, pressing a little bit. Her fingers move to just barely touching the curls of hair. He was slowly stroking his cock as he watched her finger move down her body. Her fingers slowly inch towards the wetness he knew was there. He saw her lay down and opened her legs wide, and her finger slid the length of her swollen clit, into the folds of her pussy. Taking her thumb she rubbed her clitous, and her body jerked, her finger slipping inside her pussy, then he watched as she exploded. Leaning against the window with his eyes closed, he started pumping his cock faster, thrusting his hips into his hand, pretending it was her he was fucking. His mouth was on her nipples, sucking hard, and his teeth tugging and pulling on each nipple, as his cock fucked her. He was close to cumming. So he took it one step further in his mind and called out to her. Hearing her name she thought she looked up and saw the most good looking man she ever seen. He was naked at his window, stroking his cock, and what a cock he had. He must have watched her a little bit ago, and got so excited he had to take matters into his own hand. She giggly, but she could not take her eyes off his enormous looking cock. Carefully she open her window and leaned out and tap on his. He jumps back, then step up and open the window. "You called, What can I help you with?," she said smiling at him. "I am sorry for watching you, but I just could not help myself. If your serious about helping. Then Yes you can help me with this hard piece of flesh," he said. She climbs out the window and carefully into his window. As there was only a few feet between the buildings. Once inside his room, she went down on her knees and took his cock in her mouth and slowly sucked him deep into her throat. His groan told her he loved it, her hands played with his balls, and ass. In the distance she could hear her phone ringing. "Damn, I have to get that. It's my parents if I do not they will be on the first plane here. Come with me. " she whispered in a rough voice. He watched her climb back though the windows, and he grabbed his robe, and followed. As he step down into her apartment, he saw her naked and bent over a table reaching for something. He moved up behind her and his hands caressed her ass, as he pulled her toward him more. His cock in one hand he rubbed up and down the length of her ass and pussy, pushing in at the entrance of her wet hot pussy. "Mmmm," she let out a low moan. "No, mom, just took a bit of something wonderful. Yes mom I do not let any man into my room. No mom I wont let anything innerfear school." she went on and on to her mother, as she pushed back at his thrusts. He grabbed her hips held her tightly, and slammed hard into her. She told her mom she had to go that someone was at her door, and hung up the phone. "Oh god yes fuck me, fuck me hard." she cried out. He lifted her from the table and put her against the door, bending his knees, he thrust into her harder than ever before. Getting even deeper inside her. He loves this tight feeling around his cock. So he moved them across the floor to the bed and laid down with her on top. "Fuck me baby, ride my fucking cock hard." he grunted, pulling her down hard. She took her pussy and twisted it in every directions possible, had him groaning, and meeting her half way. She took him as deep as she could get his cock, and twisted completely around, now facing him, she leaned down and kissed him. Reaching under them, she found the one spot and rubbed her finger till he stiffens and called out. "OH MY FUCKING GOD YES!!!, CUMMINGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!," he roared. "Oh god yes, I am cumming to!!," she groaned in his ear. Still breathing hard he move up onto his elbows and looked down into her eyes, lean down and kissed her thanking her for what she let him do. They said they are good byes, and he went back to his room. Months went by before he saw her again. Only this time she was in his class. And as much as he wanted her still, as the Teacher he could not do anything about it. One night he got home later than he usually did, and outside his window he found a single rose, and a package. Taking them inside, he puts the rose in a vase and set it by his bed. Opening the package, he found a video tape, popping it into his VCR he grabbed the remote and push play. "Hi, I know we cannot see one another now that I am in your class, but I do not see anything wrong in making you this tape. I wanted you to know that I loved having your thick hard cock inside me, and cannot wait until I can have it again. So I hope you enjoy this." she said. He stops it when he saw her fling the blanket back and her naked body appeared. Grabbing his video camera, he set it up to film him watching her tape. As he watched her playing with herself and cumming, he played and came along with her. Then he turned to his camera. "I taped myself watching yours, hope you enjoy watching just how hard you make me, and when we can I plan on taking you places you have never been before honey, You make me sooooo fucking hard just thinking about you, of hell baby just being in the same room with you get's me so hard, that sometimes I fantasize about you and me fucking in the classroom in front of everyone." he told her. Taking the tape and putting it into the package, and setting it on the table he ordered a dozen of roses to be delivered to him in a hour. Then he puts them in front of her window, pulling the blind down, and went to bed. He checks in the morning and found them gone, he smiled as he left for the day. Over the next few months they gave tapes to one another some with special requests. In one he told her he would love to see her sucked on another guys cock. And she told him she would love to see him with another girl but only to eat her pussy, no intercourse she told him that he could only do that with her. Many times they would stand at their windows and play with their self till them exploded together. He thanked God for today. It was the last class he would teach until next year, and the last class she would be in. He planned it well. This morning before he left, he left her a rose, picture of him naked from the neck down, and a letter type off the computer telling her what he was going to do to her tonight. Then this afternoon on her break she would get a delivery of flowers, box of sexy clothes, a special toy, and a note telling her where to met him. He sat back in his chair and smiled as his students walked into class. And when she came in he thought he noticed a hint of wickedness from her. As he handed out the last of the papers, and gave the students a high five as the filed out the room. As the day carried on and now at sunset he drove out to the cabin he set up for their weekend of love making and some hot sex. He undressed and walked around outside and down to the private lake and did some swimming. By the time he got back to the cabin she was there waiting for him in nothing but a pair of titties, and a wet hot pussy open to him. "I hope your are hard baby, cause I am not waiting any longer to have you inside me. Come over her and fuck me baby. I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW," she told him. He slowly walked to her as he untried his robe, he had taken with him to the lake, dropping it by the bed, crawled onto the bed pushed open her thighs wide, lifted her ass onto his thighs, grabbing pillows and stuffing them under her ass. "Is this hard enough baby," he said softly. She looked down at the thickest, hardest, she has seen on him. His hands rubbed her inner thighs as he pushed them even wider. He wanted to get as deep as he could this time. She reached down and took his cock in her hand and he leaned over her as she puts his cock at the entrance of her pleasure tunnel, with one hard thrust he buried his cock all the way inside her. Deeper than she thought she could take. He took her hard and fast, sending her off into another world as her orgasm hit her, he felt her squeezing his cock, and he lost it, and his cum blasted into her. They both collapse together on the bed and fell asleep. A few hours later he awoke to find her sucking on his cock, making him hard again. When she had him hard and throbbing she told him she wanted him to fuck her up the ass. He asked if she was sure, and she told him she was. He kissed her, and turned her over. He used his mouth, tongue and finger to get her ass hole ready for his big cock. He licked, tongue fucked her ass hole and finger fucked her to many orgasms before he move behind her to eased his cock up her tight ass hole. She groaned and moaned as he pushed his hard cock up her ass, half way in he pulled back and rested on his heels. He reached under her and slip his finger inside her pussy, fucking her slowly with his finger. When she climax again he thrusts hard and three more inches went up her ass hole. She screamed for him not to stop to keep going. He held her hips tightly and slam his cock into her over and over again till he had his cock buried up her ass hole. "Okay baby, You ready for this?," he asked her. She nodded yes and he started moving his cock until his cock was sliding back and forth really good. "OH GOD BABY, FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!" he grunted. She pushes back meeting him each time. She screamed for him to fuck her harder, and faster. "OH GOD I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!" she screamed. He grunted and slammed his cock hard into her, and he exploded. New Teacher Bad Boy The Teacher Sally Williamson had been the star pupil at her university and despite the wishes of her family had been determined to push forward with a teaching career. Her life had been one of plenty, and she told herself she needed to do something on her own. She had many brief flings at University building up a broad sexual knowledge from the men she dated. Sally was stunning, her slim figure, blue eyes and long blonde hair would always supply another Beau immediately after the latest one had disappeared. She was hardly ever single even if she rarely felt happy. A few men had hung around, and Sally had been forced to dump them, but most had grown quickly bored of her. Men found her studious approach annoying and her mechanical love making frustrating. It had to be her way or the highway, and with no shortage of potential conquests at a university this made boyfriends quickly move on even from one so alluring. Occasionally she was sad to see one go, but she always reminded herself that she was doing it her way. Her family would see that she could make a difference. To her and her middle-class upbringing making a difference meant helping yummy mummies bring up their little darlings and assist them in fulfilling their ambitions. Her world had been a narrow one and within that world achievement was all that mattered. She had passed with the highest grades possible, but then the shock of the real world hit. Outside the bubble of the university was a really hard environment for teachers. The toughest economic conditions seen in years meant the yummy mummies were sending their children to state schools, and private schools were cutting back. The low birth rate had meant there were lots of spaces in state classrooms and those schools had no need to expand. In the months, leading up to leaving University and the summer break she had only been offered one job and she surely would not take that. The Mary Bronson Comprehensive was in the roughest part of the inner city-centre and was no place to make a difference she thought. However, here she was in her car driving to that school on the first day of term about to start her career teaching Maths and English to their 17-18 year old pupils. These young adults should be doing further education, but not at the Mary Bronson, these guys were in the last chance salon retaking GCSE's before the school finally kicked them out. In the car, she cursed her father for constantly telling her how she was wasting her life trying to be a teacher. Out of pride and, a desire to shut him up she told him she was taking the job. He had laughed at first, but when she showed no sign of giving up the plan he had fallen silent. Finally, he helped buying her a sensible little flat near the school in what he called a safe area. She had accepted the gift as she always had with a resign air wishing he would offer love instead of money. She parked her car, took a deep breath, and headed into school, grimly ignoring the woof whistles and jeers around her. She wanted to run away, but she couldn't face telling her father he was right. The boy David Brown was bad news. As he travelled through the school he got bigger, stronger, and nastier. As he walked into school that same morning as Sally did he was feeling confident about the year ahead His naturally athletic build meant now at eighteen he was the strongest and fastest around. The power this gave him was something he planed to abuse even more than he had in his previous years. He knew all the students feared him, but he also knew a lot of the staff did too. There would be a lot of fun ahead bullying the weak and breaking rules. There was one thing he was good at art. In art he never had to try, all his paintings and drawings were excellent. To many his best pieces of work would appear dark and edgy, but that was not unusual of young adults. In art he got an A, in everything else he got F's. The teachers had grown tired of trying to make him see that if he knuckled down and got pass grades in Maths and English then he could go to art school and make a future for himself. They could get stuffed was all he ever thought of that. Once a teacher had even tried to appeal to his parents to help David see how good grades would mean all that artistic talent would not go to waste. Unfortunately, this was hopeless. His father was long gone, and his mother got by with her cleaning job and nights out with various "uncles." The teacher would quickly learn his mother saw no value in education and even less in art. To her David was an accident, a bad boy, a waste of time, and would be a thorn in her side for the rest of her days. So David learnt to survive by "borrowing" other people's pocket money and taking what ever else he needed. The constant trouble that got him in was just a minor inconvenience. He wasn't popular, girls avoided him, but when he spoke people listened and when he barked people jumped. He liked that. His world was also a narrow one and within that world control was all that mattered. The class When the headmaster walked with Sally into her classroom the unruly gathering made the colour drain from Sally's face. The students actually were being quite well behaved having subconsciously decided not to push the limits too far on their first day back, with the threat of an unknown teacher and the inevitable visit from the headmaster. "Class silence. Silence class," bellowed the headmaster, and his pupils dutifully fell silent and slumped or slouched into their seats. "This is Miss Williamson your new teacher," he continued, "I trust you will make her very welcome." The boys in the class slowly realised that this stunning woman in trousers, and a blouse was their new teacher and this produced more wolf whistles and jeers. "SILENCE," bellowed the headmaster making all the kids grin at the way his bellowing made his face go red. The students saw their new teacher's face redden too, and they exchanged smiles, this should be fun. "Good morning 12r," Sally finally managing to make her voice work amid the shock of the chaos and unruly behaviour. The girls in the class having immediately hated her for her good looks smiled to themselves realizing that she was a fish out of water, a couple of them making "ooooooohhhhhhhh 12r" sounds at her posh accent and being called by their proper class name. "SILENCE," bellowed the headmaster again, producing an even deeper shade of red before he fled the classroom excusing himself quickly. "Yea off you go before you have a heart attack you old git," laughed David. The class collapsed in fits of giggles as it always did when David led the trouble. "That's enough," said Sally deciding it was time to try to take some control of the class. "You boy, what's your name?" "I am David Brown, you have probably heard of me," he answered smiling and looking around at the rest of the class. The rest of the class had fallen silent watching, and waiting knowing there was more fun to come. In truth, she had been told all about him and her heart sank when she realized she had inadvertently taken on the class troublemaker after having been in class for only five minutes. However, you have started now so you mustn't show any weakness she thought. "Right David Brown," Sally began to speak again and as she spoke she marched over to his desk. "In my class there will be no rudeness to the Headmaster, me or any other member of the school, am I clear?" As she reached his desk David stood up he was about 6 inches taller than her, and he stared at her. She felt herself gulp, but she held his gaze trying hard to appear braver than she felt. The class waited, and David stood staring at Sally. A voice in his head saying wow she has wonderful eyes. Sally said with a quiver in her voice. "Am I clear?" David registered the fear in her eyes, something he had seen so often but found himself unable to break the stare or to speak. Finally, his face softened and he heard himself say very quietly. "Yes, Miss, I am sorry Miss." He sat down. The initial laughter died on many of his classmate's lips as they initially assumed this was a joke, a set up, but when he sat down with his head bowed they realized he was serious. Sally turned and walked back to her desk trying not to break down and cry. Oh God I want to go home she thought. David sat transfixed feeling that there could not be a more beautiful person in the whole world, in that seminal moment he knew he was her slave and would do what ever he could to please her. For the rest of the day the class was very quiet, the Headmaster walked by twice expecting chaos and found each time Miss Williamson working away at the blackboard and the class appearing attentive. Towards the end of the day one boy made a crude remark about Sally's bottom and with her confidence growing she decided to make a further stand and send him outside to the corridor. The boy had stood defiant refusing to go. Sally's confidence began to wane again. David behind Sally's back motioned for him to do as he was told. So the boy went outside, and Sally sat back down relieved hoping the class would not see her hands shaking. You are doing pretty well Sally told herself it's horrible, but you are winning. She still wanted to go home. The class was dismissed, and she went home exhausted, but fairly happy. What she did not see was David beating up the boy in front of his classmates telling them that if they messed with Miss Williamson they messed with him. The class went home exhausted and depressed, hoping David's crush on the new teacher would be brief. It was bad enough being constantly bullied by him, being bullied into behaving in class was too much. End of year review The school terms passed quickly, and Sally found herself sitting in the headmaster's room right at the end of the school year. "It's a very curious thing Sally," said the Headmaster. "David Brown is about to retake Maths and English and its pretty obvious from his mock results that he has a chance to get a pass grade. The rest won't, but he might. Never thought I would see that. His behaviour and the whole class's behaviour has been amazing this year. I have no idea how you have done it. Sadly their attitude has been poor elsewhere, except for David continues to shine at art. He really is very good, but it will all be wasted, he will end up drawing on a prison wall somewhere I expect" "Yes," said Sally, "if he revises hard then he might just make it and get a pass in Maths and English GCSE's." "Well the few days off before the exams will spoil that," commented the Headmaster, "guess it's too close to call without some hard work and to be honest many don't even bother to turn up for the exam. Anyway congratulations on a great year and best wishes for your new job, bit different to here, but I am sure you'll shine." Sally smiled guiltily; long ago she had realised her success with 12r was down to David. Earlier in the year David had been off sick for three days and when he was back she had stumbled across him bullying a Mark Greenson who had been horrible to Sally whilst David was not in class. David had obviously found out about Mark's bad behaviour and was taking steps to ensure it never happened again. Sally overheard David yelling at Mark and had realised the whole class was under orders to behave or else. Sally knew she should intervene. Mark had been a little shit and had made her cry herself to sleep that night. Screw him she thought and sneaked back to her car leaving Mark to his fate. However, her eyes were open now to what was happening and she began to recognise the other signs around her. In the end, she saw many examples of how he bullied the class into behaving and how he tried every way he could to please her. The glowing report from Bronson Comprehensive had overcome her posh new private schools reservations about a comprehensive teacher. So she could now move onto to the yummy mummies and do what she desired to do. In her heart, she knew her escape was down to David. As she left, the school David kept playing on her mind. How could she help him, she feared that without classes he would do no revision and risked failing right at the end. Alongside bullying the others he had worked hard for her and his maths and English had improved greatly. Sally knew without him she would be back home, pride destroyed or worse facing more years at the Bronson. By the time, she reached home she had resolved to help him and spend the last days making him revise. You are going to art school David Brown she told herself. Tomorrow was the last half day before school broke up, and everyone's spirits were high. The day passed quickly, and finally it was the end of the school year. As her 12r class were heading home her eyes searched the room for David. He was hanging back, trying to think of a way to delay going home. He knew he would never see her again. So for Sally it was easy to say she would like a word. He hung around delighted, but unsure what he had done wrong. "David, I was wondering whether you would like to study with me next week," she said. "What come to school," he replied aghast. "Well I was thinking more my flat," she replied. "We could do some revision for your exams. I really appreciate all your help this year and I just want to help you pass your exams. It would be my way of saying thank you." She finished with a shrug. He stood and thought, realizing he would see Miss Williamson for longer and maybe even alone. The thought of being alone with her made his heart beat faster. "Your flat," he asked playing for time whilst his mind raced ahead, "where is that?" "Well it's in Candover Road," she said, "so no further than coming here. I live there on my own so it would be quiet and a good place to study. If you worked hard for just a few more days, you would have the best chance to pass and get to art college." He would have travelled hundreds of miles for a day alone with her, so even if their reasons were very different they found themselves both agreeing to study together. Sally thinking it was about the art college; David thinking it was another week to fantasize about her. See her flat, he kept thinking, maybe see her in casual clothes. Just get to talk with her and be with her. Wow. "Come over about ten," she told him crashing in on his thoughts and as they partied she told him to, "please keep this between ourselves. I don't want the whole class wanting extra help." They both laughed when he replied, "fat chance of that." Revision The Monday dawned very hot, and David turned up on her doorstep at exactly 10am. He felt a pang of disappointment when he saw she was wearing what Sally always wore trousers and a tightly buttoned blouse. He ached to see her legs or get a glimpse of cleavage, but she always dressed the same. He had hoped at home she would be different, but he was gutted to learn this was not so. She pointed out the layout of her flat as they walked in. A kitchen/lounge, a bathroom, and a bedroom. He ached to see the bedroom so he could fantasise about being in bed with her, but the slightly ajar door offered only a glimpse as he walked by. The only thing he learnt as he walked by was the bedroom had an on-suite shower and toilet. She set him to work in the lounge at her table on some test papers she had prepared to help clarify what he needed the most help on. The day was stifling and when she reappeared to offer him some lemonade and to enquire if he had finished she found he had removed his tee shirt and was in a vest top. His strong muscular arms and athletic physic reminded her that she had been celibate for the whole school year. For the first time Sally saw David as a man instead of a student and a little ache started in the bottom of her stomach. "Hmmmm you have taken off you tee shirt," she said stating the obvious. "Oh God miss I am sorry," he said trying to grab it and put it back on. "David its fine, honestly," she said. "You have a nice body. I just thought you had a good idea. We started the day as if we were dressed for school, but it's too hot." She got up announcing she would change. She was standing in her bedroom with her back to the door, her blouse off when she heard the tiniest creak. She put her tee shirt on, removed her trousers and put her shorts on and when she returned to the hallway she bumped into David. "Sorry," he said going red, "I was off to the bathroom." It was only after she got back to the kitchen that she remembered he had been to the bathroom a few minutes before, and she then thought of the creak she heard. Also, she knew she had left the bedroom door ajar. So she realized he had followed her and probably watched her changing. David meanwhile was trying to recover his composure in the bathroom finding it hard not to explode in his pants at the sight of her standing with her back to him in bra and knickers. He wished she had turned around before hearing the creak had made him duck back. Too scared to move she had then bumped into him in the hall, and he made that silly excuse. He wondered if she realized. "There you are," she said pleasantly when he finally braved going back into the lounge. She tried to ignore the huge bulge in his trousers, but the sight simply made her ache grow all the stronger. He was relieved that she hadn't realised he had spied on her, and he began to relax again. The day passed, and they worked hard and again the following morning he turned up at 10. He was happy to see she was again in shorts and tee shirt, the same ones as yesterday. He was delighted to finally see her legs but disappointed that the tee shirt did not reveal more. Delighted at her comment that he had a nice body he again wore a vest top. Around mid-morning, an idea came into her head and she acted without thinking. She pretended the tap in the kitchen misfired spraying her with water, and she rushed complaining into her bedroom deliberately leaving the door a little more ajar than before. She waited ears straining for sound and when Sally was certain she heard the floor creak she began to undress. Removing tee shirt, bra, shorts and knickers she stood naked with her back to the door before replacing her clothes. Moving slowly so David had lots of time to retreat to her dining table she walked into the lounge. "Sorry about that," she said smiling at the dumbstruck David. He not only had seen her naked, but now her shorts were quite a bit shorter and her tee shirt revealed more than a hint of cleavage and a little of the white bra he had watch her put on. "Do you like my tee shirt David," she asked, "I bought it ages ago and have never worn it but it's the only one clean." "Its ummmm nice, very nice," he said breathlessly. "You don't think it's tarty," she continued, "you would say if you did." "No, no, not at all," he said, "I really like it, honest." "Aw thank you sweetheart," she cooed. So the second day passed, and she racked her brains that night for what she could do on the third and final day to tease him. This time when he arrived at 10 the front door was open and when he called out she told him to come in. He found her in the lounge wearing dungarees finishing some decorating. She saw disappointment on his face and was pleased her tease was going well. "Hi, God is that he time, give me a moment so I can change," she said, "and we will get started." She put the lid back on the paint pot and placed the paint brush in the jar of water beside it. In front of him, she removed the dungarees so she was left in just a tee shirt showing her mid-rift and knickers. As she removed the dungarees she asked him whether he minded her undressing in front of him, dumbstruck he just shook his head unable to look away from the sight of her standing in her knickers. New Teacher Bad Boy She kicked the dungarees to him asking him to put them in the washing machine while she headed smiling to the bedroom. She was careful to leave the door even more ajar than before. She waited for the creak and was impressed when it came so quickly. He had certainly stuffed her clothes into the washing machine pretty fast. She slowly removed her tee shirt and bra. Covering her breasts with one arm she half turned to make sure he got a good view before putting on a lacy bra, blouse making sure she showed a good amount of cleavage and a short skirt. He spent the day trying to think about something other than the sight of her lovely legs disappearing into her skirt and her beautiful breasts nestling inside her blouse. He found it hard to breathe every time he got a flash of her white bra and found himself trying to get more glimpses of a mole on her left breast. She spent the day watching his lust growing and feeling like her growing ache had to be acted on, but unsure how best to do it. They also got lots of work done though. At the end of the day she told him he was ready for the exam tomorrow and that he should do well, but what ever happened he should be proud of his efforts. She also told him she was an adjudicator so would be able to get a rough mark for him after the exam. He gushed and thanked her and she promised to call Thursday evening with the results. Sally's plan The call came late Thursday evening as promised. She opened by saying congratulations that she was certain he had passed. Her suspicion was he had gotten two B's, but she played safe and said two passes. He seemed subdued on the phone, he had waited for the call all day, but although he was pleased and thanked her repeatedly he realized their days together were over. "Are you busy tomorrow," she said breaking into his dark thoughts. His heart leaped at hearing her ask, and quickly he said he wasn't. "Do you fancy coming over and doing something for me," she said, "maybe about three. Also, I think you deserve a little reward for all your hard work." The doorbell rang at exactly three, and there he stood in tee shirt and jeans smiling. Sally again saw that look of lust go across his face when he realized she stood there in a short dress. She watched him absorbing what she was wearing, imagining he had worked out her dress buttoned all the way down. She had carefully arranged herself to ensure there was enough cleavage to get his attention. Sally enjoyed the fact his eyes stayed on her legs for a long time. As they walked down the hall David asked what she needed him to do and what his treat would be. He asked whether she needed some help with the decorating he had interrupted the other morning. The help I need is in the bedroom she said leading him into the room and inviting him to sit on her bed. He was thrilled to have made it into her bedroom. She positioned herself by the door keen to tease him a little and cut off any escape, knowing he was capable of marching off if embarrassed. "Firstly let me say how proud I am of you for working so hard and how flattered I am that you went out of your way to help me this year," she said. "I think you are wonderful, and today I am no longer your teacher. So I was hoping you could help me and I could give you a little treat, but lets see what you think." Completely bewildered he sat there, no idea what she was going on about. "I think it could be quite educational for you," she grinned. "Oh miss, no more please I have tried, but no more books please. I thought you were going to give me a treat," he moaned. "OK let me try another track," she said laughing and then putting on a very serious face said. "Did you enjoy watching me undress on the three days you were here?" He was struck dumb by the suddenness of this comment, and his face flushed red. So she continued, "David I am not cross I just want to know if you liked it?" "If I liked it?" He repeated slowly. "Yes, if you liked watching me undress," she repeated, "you surely realized I noticed the first time, and decided to play a little game with you. Oh David your face when I undressed in front of you. Oh honey you did realize I was teasing you?" She stopped realising he hadn't. "And you aren't cross?" He repeated even more slowly looking as if he expected a telling off any moment. "No, I am not cross I just want to know," she said in the calmest most reassuring tone she could muster, trying to ignore her desire to rip his clothes off and fuck him right there. However, she was determined to take it slow, but also wanted to have some fun with him. The more she spoke; the more she realised she was dealing with a little boy in an eighteen-year old body. "I just want to know whether you liked it," she said again. "I loved it," he said quickly and then speaking even faster, "but I am sorry miss I shouldn't of but I couldn't resist. I think about you all the time." His voice trailed off and then with the silence hanging in the air. "Do you want me to go?" He asked. "Not if you still want that treat," she replied. "I certainly want to give you a treat still. I want to know more, do you think about me at home, do you jerk off after our lessons, do you think about what it would be like to fuck me?" she asked now no longer disguising her excitement. David sat there saying nothing not sure what to do and what this meant. He shifted in his seat feeling turned on, but embarrassed. His head dropped as she moved over to where he was sitting. "I ask David," she said softly, gently lifting his head up with her hand so she could gaze into his brown eyes, "because since Monday and realizing you had watched me undress I have thought about you continually. I found it quite exciting to think of you hiding and seeing me naked. So if you have had horny thoughts like me, I'd like to know." "He managed a small embarrassed smile, "have you really? About me?" "Oh yes wanting something you can't have is frustrating isn't it? So tell me the truth, if you think I am frumpy and don't think about me then that's fine, I will know you won't want to help me or have my treat." She said airily. He cut across her saying grimly, "I have jerked off every day for a whole year thinking about you. I even did it at lunchtime in the boy's toilet several times." He stuttered realizing what he had just told his teacher. "I am sorry," he said, "there now you know........... I should go." As he went to get up she pushed him back down to a seating position. She smiled. "Wow don't be sorry David I think that's lovely. David I want to fuck you, and I think you want to fuck me so." She let the word hang in the air. He nodded slowly making her laugh, and she said. "Is that a yes?" But, before he could answer she continued. "One rule, you must never tell anyone ever. No boasting next year to your arty colleague mates about fucking the teacher." "Promise me David" "I promise Miss" "Say it David" "I promise Miss that I will never ever tell anyone." "Good boy, but there is one other thing David," she said, "I want you to shower and shave. I like a smooth face when I kiss." "Do you think you might like to kiss me David?" she grinned deciding to play with him a little more. When he again nodded she continued, "and if I am going to make love with someone I really like that someone to be fresh and clean. Does that sound like something you might want to do with me, make love?" Again, David nodded so she told him to go to the shower, shave and wrap himself in the white bath towel she had left in there. David's best lesson ever So there he was standing there clean, shaven and with only a towel wrapped around his waste. "Are you excited?" David she asked Again there was that nod. "Since you have seen, me undress I think you should drop your towel for me. It only fair after all." When he hesitated she encouraged him and finally he shrugged and let the towel fall, and she smiled as his cock sprang to attention as the towel fell. "Oh David I love the fact you are hard already, you have been thinking about fucking me huh," she said. "Oh God I need to touch," she announced her ache hitting a new high point. She moved to him dropping to her knees . She very gently stroked underneath his erect cock with just her forefinger, starting near his balls and moving outwards, applying slight pressure when she reached the tip before her finger retraced its stroke. He tensed and let out a little moan. "I have always thought you had a nice body David," she said looking up at him, "you are really quite muscular aren't you. I love that, and you have a beautiful penis. So big and hard. A girl could have a lot of fun with this" and she tapped the end of his cock twice with her finger. "Please don't stop miss that's so nice." He finally found the strength to say. Sally looked up at him, and he found himself unable to breath as he looked deep into her blue eyes. She laughed, "I think if you are going to make love to me David you should call me Sally not Miss. You haven't been with a girl before have you?" He shook his head and blushed. "Don't worry my darling, I thought this would be your first time and it's going to be very special I promise." She announced. She stood up, taking a firmer grip of his cock with her right hand. Sally stroked his face relieved he hadn't cut himself shaving; she didn't like blood. She kissed him, finding his lips unresponsive at first before he relaxed and eventually he began to kiss her back as enthusiastically as she kissed him. Her hand stroked his cock as they kissed. Her eyes tried to take in his whole face searching for signs she was pleasing him. "First lets try a little pressure release," she said as she noticed his breathing becoming faster. She dropped down to her knees again. "Hello my new best friend," she casually said to his cock before kissing it gently on its tip and licking it with her tongue. It took only about three strokes of her mouth before he moaned, and she pulled away catching his cum in her hand. She wiped her hand on the towel still laying on the floor and gently kissed and licked his shrinking cock enjoying its salty taste. He looked a little crest fallen. "Don't worry young boys always bounce back quickly," she said. "Why don't you quickly clean yourself in the shower room and come back? I seem to remember watching me undress turned you on, so maybe you would like to have a little show from me." Her comment put the smile back on his face, and he quickly returned from a quick clean up in the bathroom. He scooped the towel up and wrapped it around his waste, and she smiled at him. "So what would you like me to do?" She said, and he shrugged. "What do you think about when you fantasise about me at home?" She asked. "I undress you," he said flatly shrugging again. She opened her arms to him, and he eagerly moved forward. She smiled at him and said, "one thing." Again that crestfallen look, but she laughed and said don't worry, "its just........... .......no towel," and she suddenly pulled it off him. "I like to see how excited you get. Kiss me." He reached forward, and they kissed passionately. She took the opportunity to open her mouth, whispering breathlessly for him to put his tongue in her mouth and using the opportunity when he withdrew his tongue to explore his lips. "Now take my clothes off," she said. He began to unbutton her dress starting at the top and when he had gotten down to the button sitting underneath her bra, she asked him to slow down and she gently pulled his head into her breasts and he began to kiss them. "That's right baby," she whispered. "Nice and slow, explore me. My breasts love your kisses." He couldn't believe how soft her breasts were, he found she loved it when he pushed his tongue into her bra, finding her nipples and stroking them with his tongue and he couldn't believe how turned on he was by kissing slowly and gently up her breasts and neck. She again pulled his face up and kissed him on the lips with her mouth open and gently moved his face to the side so he kissed her cheeks and shoulders. She moved a bra strap off one shoulder to help him. His fingers began to work at her buttons again. Her dress was now open all the way down, and he was pushed gently to his knees and guided to kiss and lick her stomach. She briefly leant down and guided his hands into the back of her knickers showing him how to caress her backside. Her hands going to caress his head as he kissed her. She moaned softly and told him that it felt good and then lifted him back to his feet suggesting he took off her bra. Sally smiled that he found this a little difficult so ended up turning round so he could see the clasp. "Don't worry," she smirked, "most men can't undo bras. That's it you got it. Now cup them," when he hesitated she told him to, "give me your hands," and picking his hands up in hers she showed him how to touch her breasts. Eventually, moaning and leaving him to it, she reached her hands up over her head. She gently pulled his head and body closer to her back. She could feel his erection rubbing against her knickers so as he rubbed her breasts she moved her bottom up and down on his cock. They moaned together until eventually, she turned round and kissed him on the lips. She again took control of his hands helping him to pull her knickers down over her hips and to the floor. She stepped out of them and led David to the bed, lying down and guiding him to lie beside her. Taking his hand she made him stroke between her legs which she opened wide and then she pulled him down for another kiss. "Did you enjoy undressing me?" She whispered in his ear. "Don't stop rubbing me. Tell me darling I love to know I please you." "Oh God yes," he moaned. She smiled at him staring deeply into his eyes and continued to show him how to stroke her. He loved the fact this made her groan. Taking his hand she put his fingers in her mouth wetting them with her tongue and then helped him guide one then two fingers into her. Gently, gently she said as he began to move a little too hard. Eventually, she relaxed putting her hands on her breasts and rubbing her nipples as her moans of delight grew to a fever pitch. He finger fucked her for what felt like ages as she urged him to continue. He wasn't sure he liked the feeling, or the slurping sound the movement made, but he loved the way she moaned and groaned and told him loudly to do it. As she reached her orgasm she reached up to his face with her hand, telling him yes darling, and telling him it was lovely, finally she lay back quivering. "Just, hold me tight David," she said. He lay on top of her trying to cuddle her, but she gently manoeuvred him so in the end he lay on the bed, and she lay at his side. Her head on his chest, her lips occasionally kissing his stomach and her finger tips slowly tracing up and down his body from the edge of his pubic hair up to his nipples. Eventually, her hand moved back to his cock which had begun to lose its erection whilst they lay together. It did not take long for him to become very hard and erect again. "Are you ready?" She said. She would have loved to have moved on top of him and ridden him, but she thought it was better to start slowly so with her guidance he found himself on top, lying between her legs. She took control, grabbing a condom from the drawer by the bed, unwrapping it and popping it on. She gently guiding his cock into her, lifting her legs as he entered to make it as gentle and easy as possible. He began to move inside her grunting as he did. He showed frustration as his cock slipped out, but she quietly told him not to worry and helped David to enter her again. He came after eight or nine strokes, he had wanted to try to regain control at one point, but his desire to thrust overcame his desire to make it last and he reached that point of no return. He lay on her breasts, and she played with her hair. "So was that nice?" She asked. He looked up and nodded with a shy smile. "Its was wonderful darling." She said. He smile widened. They chatted for a while, and then she put on just a shirt saying she would get them a drink. He watched as she disappeared out of the room, watching her bare bottom half-hidden by the shirt tails as she went out of sight. He stretched out enjoying the way his body glowed and the sense of excitement. He felt like a million dollars, he had been laid by his gorgeous teacher and even better she seemed to like it as much as he had. She returned with water, some ice, and some grapes. He quickly drank his glass of water and took some grapes. Sally, bit into a grape and with it poking out of her mouth kissed him pushing the grape with her tongue into his mouth. They giggled as he coughed, the grape sticking in his throat. Laughing she bashed him on the back and shared her water with him so he could recover his composure. She lay down, stretching out her arms and legs and rolling seductively. She reached up and guided his hands to undo the buttons of her shirt and showed him how she liked having the flesh of a grape rubbed over her nipple, and then having the juice licked off. They took turns doing this to each other and then in a similar way began to play with the ice, making their skins have goose bumps and their nipples very hard. Eventually, she pushed him down so he lay on his back and began to stroke his cock with firm full length strokes, taking it deep into her mouth when he reached its full erection. "I want you to fuck me again," she said, "lie still so I can ride you." Another condom was popped on, and she lowered herself on to him using her hips to move gently up and down. He watched fascinated by her bouncing breasts as she slowly rode him more and more vigorously, her breathing speeding up the faster she went. She used her hands to scoop her hair onto the top of her head, screaming yes David, yes David until finally she came. She rolled back over into a missionary position, pushing his bottom hard into her body as they rolled. She then wrapped her legs around his bottom and got him to slam into her harder and harder. "That's right darling harder, you can't hurt me, harder, harder." He exploded inside her with a groan of ecstasy, and she rolled over bringing him down onto the bed beside her and kissed him once on the lips. She asked what the time was and then with an eeekkkk announced, "I need a shower and then to get out of here." She disappeared into the shower emerging shortly afterwards in a towel. "I don't know what to say," he said. "Don't say anything then," she said, "I think I know you liked your treat and a wonderful fuck was just what I needed. I will ring you soon, but be a good boy and get dressed and go, because I may not be horny any more, but I am very late." "You will ring?" He said. "Oh yes I will ring, I will be horny again real soon," she said, and then with a smile and a kiss said, "I have a lot more to teach you." New Teaching Job Three days before you were scheduled to start your new job teaching 5-8 year-olds, you get a call from a nearby university- as it turns out, one of their long-time English professors had to suddenly retire and they are looking for a replacement. They offer pay that is significantly better than what your new job was supposed to offer and it sounds like a great new opportunity, so you accept. This job, however, is one hour away from your current house, so they offer to put you up for your first semester in a dormitory as a "faculty in residence". You are apprehensive about this, but decide to go with it given how expensive gas is. During your first week, you settle in pretty quickly. You have an interactive, enthusiastic class that is bright and eager to learn. It is also full of eager young men, a few of whom are difficult not to look at and admire. You find that one of them, Brian, seems to look back - often. Every time you pass him as he comes to/from class, and when you pass him on campus, and in the dormitory, you find yourselves avoiding directly glancing at each other as there's somehow a tension there that makes you very uncomfortable. You find yourself wearing shorter skirts on the days that you teach his class, wondering to see if he'll look more closely. A few weeks later, you have just finished your dinner and enjoyed a glass of wine with dinner. You suddenly find yourself thinking about Brian and try to shut himself out of your mind. However, you can't deny that familiar dampness that creeps between your thighs and you decide to roll with it for the evening. You make yourself a bath, and get inside. As you relax your body in the water, you start to focus your energies where they are needed. You close your eyes, rubbing your breasts gently, and then start to rub your clit. You are surprised at how sensitive it is as you think about him and how he looked in his jeans and t-shirt today. you imagine his muscles glistening as he rubs you down in your mind, and you begin to imagine what his cock must look like. You lick your lips as you begin to imagine going down on his hard, eager, young cock. You make yourself gag on your dildo and giggle as you imagine deep-throating him. Just as you are about to slide your dildo inside your soaking pussy, you are jarred by the phone ringing. You debate whether or not to let it ring, but you decide you better answer it, cursing the phone as you get to it. However, you are less annoyed, and sounding pleasant as you answer the phone, as you know you have some fun to look forward ot when you get back in the tub. You are shocked when you find out it's Brian on the other end. He sounds nervous on the phone with you and apologizes for interrupting your evening- he sounds like he was looking for an excuse to call, as he is asking questions about the coursework that you can tell he really doesn't need help with- in fact he's been doing great in the class. After about 10 minutes on the phone with him you are starting to have trouble concentrating on what he's saying and you start thinking back to what you were feeling in the bath. You work up your nerve and say, "Well, Brian, I don't mean to be come off as rude, but I was in the bath when you called, and it sounds like things are going well." He starts to apologize and you say, "well, it's ok...i was actually thinking about you when you called". You hear a nervous silence. You continue "now that we've talked about your questions, perhaps we can talk about some other things." Sensing that he's nervous but interested, you decide to continue. You start describing what you were thinking about in the bath, describing how wet you feel. You then describe how much you long for a nice hard cock. As you describe, you start to touch yourself, and you tell him what you are doing. In turn, he tells you what he'd do to you- describing the work he'd do with his tongue, licking you, and sucking on your clit. He describes the vein bulging on his cock and how much he wants it inside you. He begins to describe standing behind you, pumping his hard cock inside you. He is clearly jerking off which excites you even more and now he is moving you toward orgasm. He doesn't sound far either. You then decide that you want to have a better finish then either of you is about to have so you tell him exactly where your suite is and estimate it's about a 60-second walk from his room. You direct him exactly how to go without seeing somebody he knows and tell him you expect him within 2 minutes because that's all that you'll last. You tell him to cover up and get to your place NOW. Ninety seconds after hanging up the phone, there's a knock at the door. You answer the door in your negligee, bring him in, and then slam the door. You instantly pull down his shorts, revealing his still rock-hard cock, which now you can admire in person, and within 30 seconds of him being in the room, its in your mouth. With a few motions of your lips and tongue and a few strokes with your hand, you can tell he's ready as he starts to throb. Your pussy simultaneously starts to let loose and you start to cum. As your body orgasms, your pussy dripping, large boluses of cum hit the back of your throat which you calmly and eagerly swallow. You ask him, "now that was better, wasn't it? How long can you stay tonight?" You gear up for a long, fun night as he smiles at you. -to be continued-