3 comments/ 57625 views/ 8 favorites The Art Teacher By: jeleane Andre Beverley sat at his desk organizing his paperwork. It was the first day of school at Bentley High and he was the art history teacher at this school for the third year. He reviewed the files on his students. He knew it would be a great class since he taught an elective course and only those who are totally interested in art and the history of art would be in his class, making his life easier. He walked over to his teachers closet and looked in the mirror. His light brown skin was smooth and shaved clean; his hair was clean and shiny but not greasy looking. He was an all around handsome 30-year-old slim black man. He smiled to see if his teeth were clean enough and he could see the glint of gold in his eyes the so-called 'fire' that his family members always talked about. He heard someone's footsteps entering his classroom. "Good morning Mr. Beverley I hope you had a good summer." It was the voice of Ms. Turnbull the 80 year old vice principal. She shuffled in with an extra student file. "My summer was good. What do you have there for me, another student?" He glanced at the named it read JELEANE GERMAN. Ms. Turnbull smiled at him as he realized who his new student was. "You can't be serious. She's not into art history. Why Ms. Turnbull?" "Well Andre, there are a lot of things in this world no one wants to do, Jeleane German never picked her elective on time and all the other electives are full. She gives you any trouble just fail her or threaten to fail her. I must warn you though threats don't work with her." Ms. Turnbull left the classroom before Mr. Beverley had a chance to respond he looked at Jeleane's file to see what period she had him. 'Thank god he said to himself first period she will get here and get this over with' The first period bell rung and Mr. Beverley watched as his students eagerly pored into his classroom some were past students others he was familiar with since they would come up to him in the hallways of school and ask him when can they take his class but none of them were Jeleane. He began to think that maybe she decided to skip the first day. 15 minutes into the class after introductions were made he had begun his first lesson of the year but suddenly heard footsteps in the hallway. Jeleane slowly strolled into the classroom she was waving hi to he friends and 'fans'. She was dressed in what seemed like a catholic schoolgirl outfit. She wore a white button down shirt with a fire engine red plaid skirt, white knee socks and 2-inch Mary Janes. She still had the same curves but more toned. Her 18-year-old figure was tight and very appealing to the eyes, with her being so petite at 4'11" and 115 pounds. Mr. Beverley felt a slight hardness in his dick but he ignored it since he separated female students from actual women. She rolled her eyes at Mr. Beverley as she walked in "Good morning Ms. German nice of you to grace us with your presence." Jeleane sat in the seat that was furthest in the back and close to the window "At least one of us is happy to be here" she replied. Mr. Beverley continued the class and watched as everyone took notes and paid attention except Jeleane who seemed to be daydreaming about being outside. He decided to ask her a simple question just to see if she was listening if she wasn't she would be embarrassed which would be entertaining to him and if she was it would so that she might care a little about art. "Ms. German?" Jeleane turned toward him while rolling her eyes "Ms. German was Picasso's blue period literal?" Jeleane smiled, "It seems like you're trying to see how stupid I am Mr. Beverley, of course it was literal duh I may not be interested in art but I do know a thing or two about it." Mr. Beverley was pleased that she knew her stuff but did not like the disrespect he knew he would have to put his foot down today in order for the semester to go smoothly. "Ms. German at the end of the day I want you to come to my office" Jeleane rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth "This is some bullshit" she exclaimed. With that the end of period bell rang and everyone left the class to continue their day. Mr. Beverley started to prepare a little speech for Jeleane so that she would know he meant business. The school day ended quickly students were at their lockers ready to go before the end of day bell even rang. Mr. Beverley sat in his office reviewing Jeleane's file. Flashes of her in her outfit crossed his mind making his cock spasm from soft to hard to soft. She was so fiery, but he knew she was brilliant and could be a good student if she applied herself. It was now 3:15pm Mr. Beverley heard the familiar footsteps of his reluctant student. A knock on the door came and before he could say come in Jeleane already turned the knob and came in. She threw her stuff on his couch and sat in the chair in front of Mr. Beverley's desk. She watched him shuffle papers around and once he stopped he cleared his throat and looked her right in the eyes. "What can I do for you Mr. Beverley? Why did you call me here?" Mr. Beverley got up and walked around his desk and sat on top of it. He had already taken off his shirt before she came in and was in a t-shirt that matched his dark blue jeans. To Jeleane he looked like a regular guy now instead of the pain in the ass teacher she would have to deal with for the rest of the year. "Jeleane I want this year to go smoothly and I also want you to pass with flying colors so how about you drop the attitude when you come to my class and everyone will be happy" Jeleane sucked her teeth "Maybe you shouldn't worry about my attitude maybe you need to worry about your own attitude" Mr. Beverley was shocked "What attitude is that my dear I have always shown all my students respect and I ask for the same in return." Jeleane giggled to herself "Well it seems like anytime you can't get some ass you start giving the students attitude you think I don't see it, shit you aren't fooling no one, Mr. Beverley." Mr. Beverley laughed at Jeleane's comment. "Little girl you have no idea what you're talking about what you need to do is mind your own damn business." Jeleane was getting a little pissed she never had a teacher go back and forth with her but it was after 3 and Mr. Beverley was in his street clothes it seemed that they were going to bump heads so she decided to pull his card. "Look Andre, Watch your mouth you may think I'm a little girl but I'm more woman than you'll ever know." She said this while grabbing her bag and approaching the door. Andre reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. "You're such a woman then lets see about that." Fear struck Jeleane's face as Andre pushed her onto his couch. He put his weight on top of her and slid his hands up her skirt. He realized she was wearing a g-string. "What are you doing Mr. Beverley!?" She asked she didn't cry just tried to wiggle from his grip. "Teaching you some respect that you definitely need to learn. Let's see what color g-string you are wearing." With that he dove his head under her skirt and saw the thin black material that seemed to almost disappear between the fold of her cunt. Andre didn't move it he just stuck his tongue out and licked her slit. Jeleane never had anyone eat her out let alone lick her just once. Andre's tongue sent sensations through her body she was desperately trying to fight. She tasted so sweet to Andre just from that one lick he then assaulted her sweet pussy with his tongue. At first he could feel the resistance and could hear the no no no coming from her mouth as she tried to push his head away from her cunt. As he slowly fucked her with his mouth her no's turned to moans and her hands were guiding him towards her pussy. He sucked her sweet lips and used his thumb to rub her clit. Jeleane was enthralled she knew what was going on was wrong and she didn't want it but now all she could think about was releasing her sweet juices into his hot mouth. She could feel his fingers moving in and out of her wet snatch first slowly then picking up speed. Andre sucked her clit and moved one hand up to her right breast gently squeezing the nipple. Her hips began to rock as if she were trying to 'ride' his face. Her orgasm was approaching fast and Andre sucked her clit into his mouth and held on. "Oh my god I'm cuuuuuuuuuuumming" Jeleane yelled as her wet pussy flooded Andre's mouth with her juices. He continued to suck her till the orgasm subsided. Jeleane was panting like an animal. She watched as Andre pulled himself from under her skirt. His face was covered in the pussy juice Jeleane 'fed' him. He loved what he had just done but a feeling of shame washed over him being that he knew she had not wanted him to touch her at all in any way. Now here she was one of his students who just finished cumming for him. Jeleane was dazed she barely realized what had happened but she could see from the bulge in his jeans that eventually she would need to return the favor to Mr. Beverley. She watched him walk over to his desk and grab a wet nap and cleaned his face with it. When he finished he looked at the chocolate skinned 18-year-old beauty that lay on his couch before him. His eyes traveled from her shapely calves to her up to her, used to be covered by a skirt, thighs. He wanted her bad, he knew she was somewhat experienced in sex but her body was still tight and flexible. He watched as she pulled her skirt down and got off his couch. They both looked in amazement at the stain on his couch left by her juices. She could see him smile to himself at what he had done to her and she had almost smiled too. She grabbed her book bag and before she could sling it over her shoulder Andre grabbed her by her waist and kissed her deeply. Their tongues intertwined as if they were long lost lovers. Andre ran his fingers through her hair gently pulling her mouth closer to his so his tongue could be deeper in her mouth. Andre broke their kiss "No one can ever know about this and this wont ever happen again." Jeleane nodded but inside she wanted him and she knew he wanted her. PART 2 3 months had gone by, Jeleane and Mr. Beverley never mentioned their incident. In fact Jeleane had become an excellent student in Mr. Beverley's class. She showed up on time and paid attention, she also did homework, and even became more polite. Mr. Beverley was impressed by Jeleane's progress he always complimented her. He would notice when she would dress in either skintight jeans or a really short skirt. His cock would stiffen in his pants when she would come into the classroom and smile at him acting as if nothing happened between them. He loved how she could seem so innocent like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Sometimes she would come to his class with a banana and eat it slowly while looking Mr. Beverley straight in the eye. She however had a plan to get herself in the some position she was in 3 months before. She hadn't had sex since Mr. Beverley licked her sweet cunt into an orgasm. She was waiting for him and as horny as she was she knew once she got him it would be all worth it. For 3 months she turned down the finest guys in school. all for one of the cutest teachers in her school. Finally one cold December Friday she waltzed in 15 min late. She hadn't been late since the sexual incident. She knew she was late and she made sure she'd be late. Mr. Beverley on the other hand did not expect her to be late especially since she knew he would be having a test today, and was shocked to see he waltz in without a care in the world. "Ms. German, you do know you are late and because of that you can either attempt to finish the test before 2 period starts, or come to my office after class and take your test." Jeleane's panties became soaked with the idea of taking a test alone in Mr. Beverley's office. She knew she was in but she felt she had to make sure he would also be a little hot blooded for her. "Shit, I'll take your stupid test after school it ain't no thing to me." Mr. Beverley was stunned. "Ms. German since you love to use such horrible language maybe your test should count for 90 percent of you grade this semester. How do you feel about that?" Jeleane became a little upset she wanted Mr. Beverley mad but not that mad she held her composure and just rolled her eyes "Whatever." Was the last she said. The day went by quickly and Jeleane no longer looked forward to her private test session in Mr. Beverley's office she walked down the hallway that led to his office. She knocked on his door softly hoping he would not hear her. "Come in" Mr. Beverley called, Jeleane walked in and sat on his couch. She saw the test papers on the cushion waiting for her along with a clipboard and immediately began to work. That whole time Mr. Beverley said nothing to her he continued to grade the other tests from the day. He knew that eventually him ignoring her presence would get to her. She finished the test rapidly and threw it on his desk to grab his attention. Without even looking at her he asked, "Finished already?" Jeleane smirked at him "Yeah maybe you should make your tests a little more challenging" Mr. Beverley nodded at Jeleane's remark but said nothing. She knew she couldn't just leave she wanted him to fuck her so badly. She was at her wits end so she walked around his desk so she could be right next to him. She noticed he had a bottle of Pellegrino on his desk she slowly picked up the bottle and took a deep breath. She could feel it was ice cold she then turned the bottle over and pours the sparkling water all over Mr. Beverley's unsuspecting head. He popped up from the chair soaking wet and grabbed her arm like before, for a second Jeleane thought he was going to hit her but instead he pulled her close to him and shoved his tongue deep into her mouth. She was at his mercy moaning for him as she felt his tongue dance with hers. His hands roamed all over her ass and back. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and could only pull at his Afro hairs. He broke their kiss and looked at her not with lust but with something more passionate, love. "We shouldn't be doing this," he said but Jeleane ignored him as she kissed the nape of his neck and ran her hands up and down his back. He could barely stand let alone resist her. Jeleane pushed him into his chair and kneeled before him. He watched as she skillfully undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. She plunged her hand into his pants to pull out his long hard dick. It was throbbing just for her and she was willing to please his dick in every way. She licked her lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock. She could already taste the precum and began to suck her teacher's dick hard but slowly. She watched as he threw his head back and moaned long and loud. She pulled herself from his dick and looked into his eyes "How do you like it Andre?" She said with a smile he could not answer so she bobbed her head up and down on his dick he found himself guiding her head with his hands. Jeleane moaned as she engulfed his throbbing cock with her mouth. She could feel him tighten in her mouth and knew he was about to explode. "Ohhhh god damn girl!" he moaned as he released hot cum into Jeleane mouth she greedily swallowed every drop and continued to suck him dry. Andre got up and walked Jeleane over to the couch he watched as she stripped herself naked and stood before him. He marveled at her young yet firm body and slowly began to touch her. She felt heat run through her body as he caressed her. She lay back on the couch and gently guided him on top of her. The room was so quiet all they could hear was the heavy passionate breathing. He slid his cock deep with in the fold of he tight wet slit. She moaned as he filled her up slowly. They fucked each other very slowly Andre wanted to feel every inch of Jeleane's pussy and she wanted to feel every inch of his dick. Whenever their pace sped up they would quickly slow down so that the moment could continue to be enjoyed passionately. After fucking slowly for 45 minutes straight Andre decided it was time to come he kissed her softly on her neck and face. He then proceeded to fuck her hard and her moans turned into animalistic grunts. Jeleane's nails embedded themselves into Andre's back as he fucked her without mercy. He could feel her pussy tighten around him and knew she was close to cumming "You gonna cum for me you little girl? You gonna cum all over my dick for me? You better moan my name when you do it." Jeleane didn't respond she only spread her legs wider to help Andre go deeper. She felt waves of pleasure wash over her body. "Ooooh Andre" she moaned as she came, Andre began pumping faster he felt the tightness in his balls. Before he knew it he was exploding inside of Jeleane. She gasped as he held her tight against him and continued to grind her. He whispered words of affection in her ear as he pumped her full of his seed. They ended up falling asleep naked wrapped in each other's arms on his couch. The Art Teachers Education I hadn't deliberately chosen a girls' school, although it did cross my mind that I would get an easier ride than teaching adolescent boys. Well in one way that would certainly become true. St Winifred's was an established grammar school for girls close to where I lived in North London and I heard it had a good art department. So when I saw the job for a new-graduate teacher advertised I applied for it and got an interview. It went well, the Headmistress, Rosemary, and the Head of Art, Katherine, were very complimentary about my work and they both seemed to like me. This in itself was not an unusual reaction. Though I say it myself I was I good-looking young man, well boy still I suppose, to them. I was a slim, six feet two, twenty three year old, with long dark hair and a well-sculpted face. I also had great teeth. So I wasn't altogether unused to being desired by older as well as younger women. I had had a couple of affairs with friends of my parents and even an aunt in my teens. In fact, having seen Richard Gere in 'American Gigolo' I had considered making a career of sleeping with older women. They were both in their forties, Rosemary being slightly the elder I would say, around 47 or so and Katherine maybe a couple of years behind her. Impeccably dressed in a tweed suit, silk shirt and pearls, Rosemary was every inch the Head. She was quite tall, with a strong attractive face and an expensive haircut. She had three-inch heels on her black shoes and her stockings (I knew they couldn't be pantyhose) had a glossy sheen. Katherine was in studio clothes, a tee shirt, jeans and trainers with her hair in bunches. She was the shorter of the two. She had thick black hair and wore little or no make-up but that hardly mattered because she had terrific skin. She also had very large breasts, unsupported and unhindered by a bra. After the introductions we sat down at a coffee table with some low chairs so that they could look through my work. Although I'd mostly done conceptual work at College I knew they'd want to see more mainstream stuff, so I took along a lot of life-drawings. I'm quite a good draughtsman and both women were obviously impressed. The drawings were mainly of female models and the conversation was 'adult' enough for the women to allow themselves the odd risqué comment. 'Good grief! I thought my bum was big enough' remarked Rosemary on seeing a study of a mature model. Katherine giggled and said "Well I don't think I'll comment too much on her cleavage." I could see that they were enjoying my slight discomfort but I was happy enough to recognise how older women get off on embarrassing younger men and use it to flirt with them. I was all too appreciative of the potential pleasures that their behaviour foretold. At the end of the life drawings were a series of studies of a young male. They weren't finished drawings, just loose sketches of different anatomical features including the model's well-hung genitalia. 'Oh, I like these. I like these very much, don't you Katherine?' said Rosemary in a kind of cracked whisper. 'Yes, yes I do, very much." Katherine replied, shifting her position in the chair and she peered forward, offering me a view down the front of her tee shirt. 'They're beautifully observed.' Rosemary adjusted her position too, squirming to face me directly and then moving her legs slightly apart to reveal her stocking tops and suspenders. 'He's jolly beautiful, you don't have his phone number do you?' she laughed heartily. 'I do actually' I grinned 'That's me. I did them with a mirror the other night because I didn't think I had enough stuff. I'm glad you like them.' It was my turn to enjoy their embarrassment. 'Which do you like best?' I smiled at them as they exchanged fleeting grins and Katherine ran her tongue across her lips. A few days later I received an offer of employment through the post, which I accepted. I wrote separately to both Rosemary and Katherine, thanking them and saying how much I was look forward to getting to know them better. As I said, St Winifred's had a very strong art department with five members of staff, of which I turned out to be the only male member. As well Katherine, there was Penny, Barbara (Babs) and Marta who was Polish. They ranged in age from around 25 to 35. Katherine introduced me to them in a staff meeting on the first morning of the term. Penny, the youngest of them, said 'Nice one Kat, he's lovely. I need to brush up on my life-drawing later Mark, are you available?' The rest of them burst into laughter and I remembered that Katherine had asked if she could keep my portfolio to show the rest of the staff while they were deciding who they would give the job. So there I was with four women that I hardly knew but who already had a very clear image of my cock. 'Maybe we could do a threesome.' Chipped in Marta in a very low and deeply sexy Polish accent. Babs just winked. 'Right,' said Katherine in a bored and businesslike way. 'You've had your fun with the new boy, now off you go and do some bloody teaching.' With loud groans they each set off to take their classes. 'I'll show you around' said Katherine. St Winifred's had started out as a small stately home and the art block was separate from the main school in an old stable building. Katherine took me through the various lower floor work rooms dedicated to different arts and crafts – painting, sculpture and ceramics and so on. As we walked along she would occasionally touch me on the arm or shoulder and the intimacy between us began to grow. Pleased at these early signals I allowed her to pass in front of me as we mounted a narrow staircase to the upper floor. That gave me a fine view of her denim-clad arse and after a couple of steps I reached out and gently touched it. She stopped with a slight murmur and then reached back with her right hand feeling for my crotch. I moved in to her and she hooked her fingers under my balls and rubbed her cupped hand slowly up and down the length of my rapidly expanding cock. Her left hand reached for my right and brought it up inside her tee shirt to her bra-less breasts. Her nipples were lengthening and hardening fast. As I began to kiss her neck she turned around and gave me a full-on French kiss. 'Time I introduced you to the stock cupboard' she laughed. The stock cupboard was quite a large room, full of the stuff you'd expect, cans of paints, stacks of paper, broken equipment and so on. It had an attractively chemical smell of turpentine and thinners. Towards the back of the room was a very large circular window and sitting rather theatrically in the pool of light that it created was a battered leather sofa. Katherine moved over to it and pulled off her tee shirt and then slipped down her jeans. She moved back towards me with her magnificent breasts swaying from side to side wearing just a black thong. 'Rosemary's going to fucking kill me.' She giggled 'She made me promise to wait my turn, said it was the Head's job to give you head. But luckily for me you made the running, so all bets are off, aren't they? But just do me a favour darling, make her think she's been the first to blow you, will you? Well come on then! I haven't got all day. I'm teaching in an hour so and I want to be brought off at least twice.' 'I'm sure we can manage that.' I said, pushing her gently down onto the sofa and hooking a finger around the thong. As she fell backwards the thong slid down and over her thighs. She raised her legs and I gave it the final yank and waved it with a conjuror's flourish. She applauded with mock delight and then spread her legs widely, hooking them up to the side of her head. I went down on to her perfectly smooth, proud mound and gave it a 'hello' kiss. 'Mmmm? I had you down as a hippie chick with tufty armpits and a full bush." I said stripping off my shirt. 'Ughh no!' She rejected the thought utterly. 'Bushes are far too hot and sweaty and they only get stuck up with cum. Besides, I do like a bit of rear entry and who wants to fuck a hairy arse? Oooh! I see you weren't exaggerating in the sketch that is a nice cock, bring it over here, little boy, so I can eat it.' She'd been busily herself with her hand all the while, so by the time I reached her on the sofa she was already lubricating freely and she offered me her sticky fingers to taste and then bent forward to take me in to her mouth, swallowing me whole. 'Lovely!' she grinned smacking her lips, flicking the head with her tongue and then sucking hard on my balls. I spread her the length of the sofa and knelt down into a soixante-neuf, with me on top and her beneath. Her outer lips were already engorged and puffy but I rubbed them hard and quickly as if to make them burst. 'Oooooh yes!' she gurgled through a mouthful of me. Reaching in, I winkled out the inner lips and took them to my mouth, sucking them in and probing for her clit. It wasn't hard to find. It was easily the biggest I had encountered. It was like a mini-cock. I sucked it hard, not releasing it for about a minute. 'Oh fuck!' she moaned 'Oh fuck!' and she sank her teeth into my cock so hard that I thought she would bite through it. Instinctively I jumped off. 'Oh I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?' she whimpered. "I couldn't help it, I was just in ecstasy. Oh shit! Oh yes!' I was so excited that I'd barely noticed the teeth marks embedded in my shaft. I speared her cunt with it, giving her the full length in one poker thrust and bit into her breasts, sucking on her swollen teats with same unrelenting suction as I had applied to her fleshy clitoris. And then I fucked her; fucked her as hard as I'd ever fucked a woman while she provided a soundtrack of abandoned squealing. 'Oh yes! Oh yes! That's it baby, bring momma off. Good boy! Harder! Oh yessss!! Make me come honey, make me come!! Oh! Fuck yessssssssssssssssssss!!!!' As she convulsed into her climax, I could feel mine coming. 'In or out?!' I demanded urgently and loudly, holding it back with sheer willpower. 'In or out?!!!' 'In baby, in!' she sighed, her breasts still rippling with orgasm. 'I love a man to come in me. And there's nothing sexier than having a man's cum drooling out of you through the day, while you're teaching perspective drawing or running a staff meeting. So I let her have it full bore and then collapsed into her pillowing tits. I was pretty fit in those days but I'd given it all. But within a few minutes she announced that she was good to go again. 'But that would be awfully greedy of you Katherine, wouldn't it? Came a voice from across the room. 'I really think it's my turn now, don't you? As we sat up and looked around there was Rosemary silhouetted against the huge window. As she stepped forward, Katherine made a mock apology. 'Sorry to go on for so long Darling but I wanted it to last forever. He's very good.' 'So I've seen.' Rosemary laughed, as she stepped forward to reveal that, apart from her pearl necklace, she too was completely naked. Her hand toyed with her shaven pussy. She followed my gaze. 'Sorry Darling, no bush for me, either. Katherine's quite right they do get very hot and sticky and they tickle so when you're eating them out, don't you find Kat?' By now Katherine had left the sofa and was standing next to Rosemary. They kissed and fondled each other with the languid passion of longstanding lovers. 'Absolutely, Rosie, absolutely. How did you find us?' she giggled, biting lightly on Rosemary's nipples. 'Well I knew you wouldn't be able to help yourself so I came over to see what was happening and Marta said you'd gone on a tour. Tour of your arse, I thought, and headed for the stockroom. You were too busy to hear me come in. So I just watched and sort of joined in.' She motioned to her still moistened vulva and then grinned as she raised three fingers to Katherine's lips. The Head of Art licked them with slow relish as her fingers strayed down to gather her own honey for the Head of School's enjoyment. The realisation was growing stronger in me that I had landed an excellent job with first-rate prospects. 'So no arse-fuck just yet for you, my Love.' said Rosemary in mock reproof. 'You've got a free period this afternoon haven't you? You can use my office for your anal delight. I'll be with the Chairman of the Board of Governors. It's our regular monthly session. He likes me to 'instruct' him, if you know what I mean? Suits me, I love leather and whips and if it gets me a new science block well so much the better.' 'I'll stay a little and watch if that's OK?' said Katherine. Her question was addressed more to me than Rosemary. She seemed to take her permission for granted. I nodded with a grin and stood up to do my duty to the Head. She had smaller breasts than Katherine but a better proportioned body overall. Her skin was smooth and her body was well toned. I turned her around to get a good look at her. For a woman of nearly fifty her arse was nice and firm. Katherine read my mind. 'Nice arse for a Granny, isn't it?' she said archly. Rosemary strode over to her and slapped her arse with a sharp crack and kissed her hard on the mouth. 'You're not so young yourself bitch' she laughed. 'Now get your knickers on and do some work while I test out this junior member of staff for a few Key Performance Indicators.' Katherine stomped her feet in mock annoyance and then came over to me and taking my cock in hand, she rubbed her ample tits against me. '2.30 in Rosie's room lover. Don't be late and don't wear him out Rosie. I want it good and deep.' But Rosie wasn't really listening. She'd gone down on her knees and was giving me even deeper throat than Katherine had. The whole thing, cock and balls disappeared and then reappeared drenched in sticky spit. When I couldn't stand it any longer, I raised her to her feet and realized that she was still in her high heels. She slipped them off and smiled and I held her to me, kissing her and feeling her smooth body while she played gently with my cock. I nuzzled the nape of her neck and whispered in her ear 'How am I doing boss?' 'OK, I think' she said 'but I won't really know until you've slapped my arse till it's raw, called me a dirty, fucking, cock-sucking whore; fucked me up against the wall and written your name in cum across my tits, will I? So you'd better get started.' Twenty minutes later, after as full on a fuck as I could give, I inscribed the letters M-A-R-K in glistening sperm across her breasts. She smiled up at me and reached down between her thighs. 'Open your mouth.' she said and as I obeyed she drew the letter R-O-S with a sticky finger down the length of my tongue and then I-E along the shaft of my cock. 'So now my tits and cunt are yours and your tongue and lovely cock are mine' she sighed. 'Crikey! Is that the time? I'm supposed to be doing a scripture lesson with 4B in five minutes.' To be continued.