1. Neighbourhood Training Scheme


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

    “You little bitch, why did you have to wait until now to do this? I would’ve had you drinking my spunk all year.” He reached beneath my dress, disappointed that I was wearing underwear but that was no barrier to his probing fingers. “I want you to fuck me, I want your big cock in my tight little pussy, I want you to eat my cunt until I cum in your mouth,” he pumped two fingers in and out, sucking on my bottom lip as he told me just how he would make me cum on his cock, how he would pound my little pussy until I was begging him to stop. There was a loud knock at the door and it started to open. He backed off me immediately, catching the door and controlling the speed it opened. Another language teacher, the head of the department, came in and started talking before Carlos jerked his head towards me. “Oh, Chris…” she looked from me to Carlos, “you looked flushed, are you alright?” “I think I stuffed up my exam,” I replied quickly, then wiped at my non weeping eyes, “I just needed Mr Acosta to…” I shrugged and tried to look helpless. “Chris, when will you trust your instincts. You know what you are doing, and I’m sure Senor Acosta has given you what you need.” “I will give her what she needs, always.” He smiled and then corrected his own grammar. “I am sure when she finds out her results she will be on her knees thanking me!” The Head of Languages gave me a ‘foreigners, they just don’t understand the nuances of the language’ look and started to ask about some paperwork she ...
    needed. The teachers talked quietly and quickly as I went and sat on the back work table. I pulled up my dress as he looked at me and shook his head, a wry smile on his face. He hurried his colleague off and came up to me, pulling my skirt up so he could see my bald mound. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys, giving me his house key. He had a class after the break and then he would come home. He wanted me to be there, ready and waiting. I broke the speed limit getting to his quiet, private bungalow. I parked the scooter in the carport and went to the front door. His house was rather unexpected. It was white and cottagey, with roses and creepers dangling from pergolas. He didn’t seem to be the sort of guy who would like gardening. Opening the door I smiled. White walls, dark wood and leather furniture; that was what I expected. I wanted to explore his house, to find out a bit more about the man who had taught me and the man I was about to teach. I looked in his refrigerator and then had a glass of water. There was a loud bark and I looked out the window to see his dog. I went out the back and found the large dog in a well fenced run. The large caramel coloured beast looked at me suspiciously and then wandered to the wire. I opened the door and he snuffled at my hand then licked it. “Hello,” I read his tag, “Barca.” The man loved bad puns. Barca loved his freedom but was well trained enough to not bolt. He ran round and round in circles for a bit then collapsed on my ...
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