My pussy was aching the day I got your letter. The sound of your words hit my soul and caused my heart to breathe for the thought of you here. Imagine me with my tits brushed against your back and letting my hair fall on your waist as I unzipped your jeans and let out your massive cock into my waiting hands. I loved the feel of your apple as we both called your balls and biting into them with my teeth whenever you commanded. Slowly circling your cock in my hand while you pushed me down on the floor because you wanted your cum tease in my awaiting mouth. It was one of those things that attracted to me at first. I remember our meeting at Café De Flore in Paris, the way you looked in my eyes and smiled and how much I wanted to take you there and feel the swirl of your bulging sack in my hands.
I wanted to parade around town with the thought of your cock in my ass as it pulled me apart but it was our first meeting and didn’t want you to think of me badly. But when I came home and felt the gentle kiss of your hand against my hair I knew just the thought of you would keep my juices flowing. It was one of those things that I could not ignore. I remember the caress against my skin as I danced in the moon light to your hand clapping or the significance of how you held my legs in the air and probed my hole with your fingers and how you tasted my juices on your hand. The smile of your caress as you held me in your arms backing into me causing my plum to increase in size and let go. You wanted to taste me then but you had a flight to catch and had to be going. I warmed to the thought of seeing you again and having that cock swirl around my tongue and my legs spread to hit my inner core and womb planting our seed there. I felt your aggression and push as you tore into my hole causing it to dance and wondered on the phone as I talked to you with my fingers lowered to my clit. Would we ever experience Paris again?
Category: Fantasy phone sex
Naughty Teacher Farah Gets Schooled in The Irish Way
It’s Irish American Heritage Month and as a naughty teacher, I needed a little luck of the Irish, so I made sure to wear my sexy green lingerie. I love teaching cultural diversity to my students. But so many students lack any real knowledge of anything outside their own culture. I gave a brief history of Ireland to acquaint them with a few of the traditions and customs of the country. I even taught a little James Joyce, one of Ireland’s best known writers. He is a challenging read, even for me, hence I needed a little luck to keep their interest.
I find when I dress proactively, I have a more captive classroom. The boys especially, seem to listen more attentively, which increases comprehension of the subject being taught. For my lecture on Joyce, I made sure to look my sexiest. So, I did not understand why I had so many students wanting to see me after class for some private tutoring. All boys too!
One student, actually of Irish descent, decided I was the one who needed schooling on Irish heritage. He asked me if I knew about the “Irish Way.” I was embarrassed, I did not know what he meant. Being the nice young boy he is, he decided to school the teacher. He instructed me to undress. I know it’s wrong to fraternize with the students, but if it makes me better teacher, it’s necessary. I am all about learning.
I slowly took off my clothes, as he did the same. He had huge, um, blarney stones! I felt myself being submissive to a younger guy, a student no less. I let him fondle my breasts for good luck, as I grabbed his stones. I love Irish tea, so I got down on the floor and let him tea bag me with his huge balls. He was magically delicious! I sucked on his huge ball sac, until he pulled me on to my desk. He ripped off my green panties, crammed a few fingers up my fuck holes, making me spray my pussy juice all over my lesson plans.
His hard cock was pressed up against my back, when he lifted my ass up and pushed his cock deep inside my ass. The “Irish Way” is anal sex. Apparently, getting fucked up the ass was a population control trick used by men during famine crises. His young hard cock gave me a much needed history lesson. I was shaking, quivering, as he fucked my ass. How deep he was inside my ass, made me certain he would find a pot of gold! I like the Irish Way! I’ve always loved a hard dick up my tight ass, but so many men my age think it’s dirty. That’s part of the thrill. But this young student had no problem sharing his culture’s tradition with his naughty teacher. He played with my lucky charms as he schooled my asshole in the Irish tradition. Before long, I gave my map of the world a little luck, as I squirted when he emptied his blarney stones in my ass.
Cum was leaking out my ass on my drive home. I wonder if Liam Neeson would school me in the Irish Way too? Or better yet, you? I prefer a man size cock up my ass.
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Leather and Loving it!
I got my first leather outfit this week! Bright red and HOT! I look so fucking sexy in it! I also got a little crop! That is a whip! I love the sound it makes when I slap it against my leg! The way it smacks against the leather is so sexy. Every time I hear that sound my pussy gets a little wetter. I wore this leather all day long. I didn’t want to take it off. It just feels to damn good! Now I know exactly what I need. I need some dick to whip! I knew just who to call. Micheal loves to be spanked. And when he showed up and saw me with my whip, he could not get across my lap fast enough. It actually turned me on to spank him! Then I made him clean up his mess. After all. If he makes my pussy dirty. Then he is going to clean it up!