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" THE student "

Date: 11/10/2017, Categories: True Story, Author: sextape1993, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

As a student I didn't have a lot of money. Neither did anyone. Apart from the trust fund kids, and there were a few of those at my uni, everyone was scrabbling for pennies. My poverty was becoming a big problem as the mid-term vacation rolled around and I went home with £50 to my name and considering getting a part time job. Back home during one of the vacations I met up with Mr. Newark. He was taking me out for dinner and we were going to go back to his to get reacquainted- payment free, as a one off, but I was getting dinner out of it- and have a few drinks. His wife and kids were visiting his mother-in-law in Scotland for a few days and I'd agreed to visit as over the years I'd become quite fond of him. I walked into the restaurant, a fancy little Italian in the next town, wearing a nice blue tea-dress with white spots on it. Mr. Newark was already sat down, but hiding behind his menu so I had to scan the tables to find him. He waved and I walked over. "Well, well, well, Elizabeth. You are looking lovely." He said as I sat down, blushing a little. He poured me a glass of red wine from the bottle in front of him. "You're looking very sexy in fact." "You look pretty good yourself." I replied, and he did. When we had started our arrangement a couple of years before I hadn't really found Mr. Newark attractive, but as I'd grown up and he'd shown me the ways of the world, that had changed. "And your breasts, Beth...." He began, I looked down at the three undone buttons at my ... chest which showed off some red lace from my bra. "I'd forgotten how much I missed them." I smiled. Over dinner Mr. Newark told me all about his new Nymphette, a new 18yr old in his A Level class called Sophie. She sounded a lot like me and a lot like Isabelle, the girl who had come before me. He showed me a photo and she had a similar look, tall, large breasts, brunette. "How many of us have there been, Sir?" I asked as we finished our main courses. He didn't correct my use of "Sir", I knew that his first name was Stephen, but I would never call him that. He paused and thought for a moment. "11 now. You were number 10. Heavens, I can't believe it has been as many as that." He drank from his wine class. "Jacqueline, the first one, she's 30 now." "And do you meet with all of them?" I said, finishing my last mouthful of mushroom pappardelle and putting my knife and fork neatly on the plate. He nodded. "Most of them, yes." I looked up and looked into his grey/green eyes, hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses. "And do you....?" I smirked. He smirked back. "For the most part." We skipped desert and tipsily hailed a cab back to his house. The house was in darkness, but as soon as we got into the front door we fell into the living room and onto the sofa where we started kissing and pulling off one anothers clothes. I was down to my bra, thong and stockings when Mr. Newark stopped to switch on a lamp. "I need to see you, Beth." He panted, standing in his boxer shorts, his large erection ...