1. Neighbourhood Training Scheme


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: dogsnstuff, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

    black dog mounted me. His short hair rasped over my sensitive flesh as his enormous prick began to emerge from his pale brown sheath. The grey and pink rod sliced through my moist petals and into my welcoming passage. He hunched closer and began to pump his thickening rod in and out, the knot sucking and popping as my pussy mouth gripped onto the bundle of flesh. The fat, hot bulb was finally forced through painfully and he began to shoot jet after jet of bubbling sperm as he knotted with me. I pumped the vibrating toy in and out of me at a great speed, imagining a fat hard cock in me as a stranger watched over my depravity. I bucked my hips up, biting on the fist I had to shove in my mouth as I came over and over from the fantasy and the actuality. It was not the way I wanted to end my day, but it was good enough to get me through. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow would be the day I would get what I wanted. Chapter 7: The bell went and an eager group of students flooded out of the room, rushing to catch buses or rides home with parents. I leaned against the door and watched as Mr Acosta cleaned the whiteboard and went back to his chair, slowly putting his suit jacket back on. I knock on the door frame and smiled as he looked up at me. He shrugged and I came forward, pausing to close and lock the solid wooden door. I was in the same dress as my last visit, and the same underwear – none. “I was waiting in the forest, by the sign, I saw you as you were leaving.” He sat ...
    on his chair watching as I walked around his table. “You should be careful in there on your own, all sorts of people go there to do all sorts of bad things.” I sat on his desk, repeating what I had done on my last visit. I looked at him, he seemed bemused. “I know, I have found that out and I wouldn’t say bad things, I’d say things that are best done in secret.” I parted my legs and reached for his head. I smiled as I caressed his cheek and lips. “I had to go home and pleasure myself,” I murmured in bad Spanish. “I wanted to feel you, terribly.” He allowed his eyes to drift to my bald mound and put up no resistance as I pulled him forward. He moaned loudly as I parted my slit and exposed the moist, young lips. His tongue emerged and he gave the whole length one long, slow sweep. Grunting to himself he did it again, pausing this time to suck and lick my clitoris. He was very skilled with his tongue and did not rush through eating me. He held my thighs apart and filled the air with grunts and the sound of his tongue smacking against my wet flesh and eager hole he was consuming. His moustache tickled and irritated the sensitive bud of my clit as he sunk his tongue into me over and over, fucking me into a desk clearing orgasm. I was lying back on the school desk that had recently held a number of my A grade essays and assignments as my teacher, my mentor, feasted on me, riding through the orgasm that shuddered through me. I heard a zip and slowly sat up. He was still flicking his ...
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