1. Neighbourhood Training Scheme


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

    awakening that had been December. The brief day dream was it for sex, however as the rest of the time was working on a conservation scheme, planting, tracking, marking and clearing with a bunch of teenage girls. Well, girls and a couple of grizzly old Department of Conservation volunteers who were ex Girls’ High science teachers. Dad had suggested it to mum who had agreed that doing a bit of community service would be good for future scholarship applications and would fill up my holidays. Don had laughed and laughed at the idea of me on an island for eight weeks, no men, no dogs, nothing. He had convinced mum that four weeks would be enough and that he could set up an internship at a large multidisciplinary accounting firm, just in case I wanted to find out some more information about commerce. Apparently he knew the CEO and also knew that one of his friends was going to be out of the country and needed someone to dog sit for him. So, I would have somewhere to stay when I was in the city. Luckily my parents had agreed and tonight was my last night on the island. When I got off the ferry I was suddenly aware of all the men in suits. Looking down at myself I was aware of the amount of hair growing everywhere and the rugged clothing I was wearing. If I was going to find someone to reactivate my inner slut I needed to get some personal grooming sorted. Checking my phone I saw that mum and dad were staying at a hotel opposite the wharf and that they would be arriving at 2 pm. ...
    There was a room booked for me, although I would have to wait for check in time. I walked across and explained my situation and found them only too happy to store my bag and direct me to a beauty salon around the corner. Waxing was as painful as I remembered and there was no one burying their tongue in me or flicking the rough flat across my swollen clit to take my mind from my pain. The tiny Asian women complimented me on my tanned and toned body, the result of my four weeks of hard work. They pluck and dyed, buffed and painted and two hours after I had arrived I left, sore, raw, but looking less country bumpkin. Back at the hotel I went to the restaurant and sat by the window, looking out at the busy waterway. It was just before 12 but the place was starting to fill up with men in suits and I squeezed my legs together, wishing I had nicer clothing (mum was bringing appropriate work clothes) or at least had a chance to go to the privacy of a hotel room. I figured it would take less than two minutes to bring myself off. I smiled absentmindedly at an older man as he looked over his companions shoulder at me. He said something to the waitress and moments later I had a champagne cocktail on my table. He walked over and introduced himself as Derek and said he thought I looked familiar. Before I could think of something that would make him take me to a room upstairs he asked if I was going to be working at his firm for a month. With that cleared up, he was the CEO Don knew, he smiled ...
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