“Well…maybe just off certain fingers. Anyway, let me finish washing
you.” I take up the bar of soap again and make suds in the hair on his
chest. I wash his belly and then hesitate. His cock bobs a little, as if
saying ‘Me next!’ I nonchalantly begin soaping his right leg. “Hey, you
skipped…” “Don’t worry” I assure him, working on his calf. “I saves the
best part for last.” “Oh. Okay.” I finish the right leg, proceed to the
left, then finally arrive at the area he’s been waiting for me to arrive
at. I soap it between my hands, the soap slithery in my palms around his
hard shaft. I drop the bar of soap and slide my hands around in all that
lovely slipperiness. I spread the lather all through his hair, all over
his balls, between the cheeks of his ass. He sighs and claws at my back.
“Okay, rinse off” I instruct him. He rinses, then I make sure all the
soap is gone and get on my knees again. I press my face against his
crotch, which being freshly washed doesn’t smell like anything. I take
his cock into my mouth, and it tastes like water. The water is pouring
down over me, dripping on my head. I close my eyes and suck. I imagine my
mouth as another vagina and fuck him with it energetically.I can taste
love-drops. “I love to have my mouth full of this” I say, pausing for a
moment. “I bet you do” he says, running his hands through my hair. He
thrusts his cock against my cheek. I grab hold of it lovingly and rub it
on my face. I moan, and so does he as I pull back and slide my lips over
it again. I suck until he starts getting too excited. I straighten up.

I
press myself against his fingers, and in distraction lose track of what
I’m doing. “OWW!” he exclaims suddenly. I pull away. “What is it?” I ask
in slight alarm. He turns around and pulls me back against him. “It’s
okay” he says. “You got a little rough with that fingernail.” “Oh, baby,
I’m sorry!” I’ve forgotten my fingernails before, once causing a slightly
unpleasant sore in a delicate place. “I’ll cut them off.” “No, don’t do
that.” “Well, I don’t want to hurt you like that.” “Just be more
careful.” I giggle.”I’m sorry. It’s sometimes hard to…I forget.”
“Don’t cut them off. Then you wouldn’t be able to scratch my back.” “How
about if I cut the nails off one hand so…” “That would look silly.”

“I thought so. Did you know that when you were my
sister’s teacher in college that she had the hots for you
something fierce?”

“No way!” I remember my ex-wife warning me about all
the coeds who would get the hots for me and try to ‘make the
grade’ so to speak. I used to laugh, point at myself, and say,
“Yeah, right. Just look at me, Joe Stud.”

“She did. She used to tell me about it all the time.
The only reasons she didn’t hit on you then were that you were
married at the time and she knew what kind of negative effect
teacher-student relationships can have on faculty members. But
she used to tell me her fantasies, and believe me, she was hot
for you. By the way, if you ever tell her I told you this, I’ll
kill you.”

Cut to a Perkins. Any Perkins. They all look pretty
much the same. A freshly showered couple sits in a booth at the
back of the resturant. Small talk ensues.

“You said you knew why I took your class,” I said, by
way of transition to the real reason we were here, “What did you
mean by that?”

“You’re trying to prove something to yourself. Recover
your lost manhood. Go back to the time when you were young and
in shape. You felt better then. You want to recapture that.”

“I’ve lost my manhood, eh? What makes you think so?”

“I know who you are. My sister took a college course
from you once, which may explain why you said I look familiar to
you, though you couldn’t place me. I know a little bit about
what’s been going on in your life. Your divorce, for instance.”

For the past four years I’ve taught health education at a racially
mixed high school in Long Island. I’m 26-years-old, 5′5″ and I weigh 135
pounds. I guess I’m about 10 pounds over weight but I do have 36D boobs and
long, blonde hair and I’m considered attractive. I’ve never been interested
in sports or in any physical activities. You could say I’m a couch potato. In
fact, my ex-husband tried to get me to do sit-ups which I was incapable of
doing. Rich my husband, says he’s always been turned on by soft women, so my
softness is a turn-on to him.

He’s always brining Cavalier and Nugget home and we turn-on together
reading the letters and the fights, especially when black girls are beating up
white girls. As I said, I teach at a racially mixed school and almost all the
fights between black and white students are started and finished by the black
girls.

Up until last year I had never been in a fight in my life but all that
changed the day I had to discipline a girl named Yvette, a 17-year-old, black
student in one of my classes. She was disturbing the class and I finally had
to have a security guard escort her to the principal’s office and she was
suspended from school.

At the end of the school day, I drove home and when I walked to the
front door and had my keys out, a hand shot out and grabbed my upper arm. My
legs went to jelly as I turned and stood face to face with Yvette. Her nails
dug deep into my soft arms as pain shot through my body. She took the key and
opened the door then pushed me ahead of her.

She opened the door behind her and started to scream at me, calling me
every filthy name in the book. She was like a wild woman and all I could do
was stand helplessly in front of her. Yvette was my height, but probably
weighed about 115 pounds. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans and her arms
appeared to be very strong and wiry.

She walked toward me with a look of hate in her eyes. I was moving
back towards the bathroom, thinking maybe I could lock myself in when all of a
sudden, she closed the distance between us and slapped me across the face. I
felt my face redden as tears started to pour down my cheeks. I truly didn’t
know what to do. My mouth had gotten so dry, I couldn’t speak.

Yvette ripped my blouse down, popping my buttons, and ripped off my
bra. My hand went instinctively to cover my tits, but she grabbed them and
forced them down to my sides. Then she grabbed my skirt and pulled it up to
my waist pinching my sides. I stood before her blubbering like a baby. Then,
just as suddenly as she began her attack, she stopped and backed off. The
look on her face was so hateful and cruel. “Bitch, I’m gonna’ kick your white
ass and just about kill you!”

She continued to repeat her threats as she slipped off her T-shirt and
jeans. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her hard nipples topped her firm black
tits that stood straight out. Her legs were thin but not muscular and her ass
looked solid under black lace panties.

Yvette walked over to me and grabbed hold of my skirt, yanking it down
and off me. I felt ashamed as she yanked me toward her by my hair. Then she
started slapping me across my face. Even though I was eight or nine years
older, and 25 pounds heavier, I was completely intimidated by this tough black
bitch. Her hands grabbed my soft breasts as she pinched and squeezed them
pulling my nipples and slapping them hard. I tried to hit her but she didn’t
seem to even notice my attempts.

One of her hands slid down between my legs and I found myself being
lifted off the floor and thrown down on my back. Yvette grabbed my ankles and
spread my legs over and behind my head. She kept me like this for a while
then got up and stood over me.

“Ms. Mason, you fucked me over, now I’m gonna’ fuck you up!” I’ll
never forget the look on her face or her words as she stood over me. “You fat
white cow, I’m gonna’ tear your tits off and stuff them up your cunt! Then
I’m gonna’ tear your fat white ass apart and you’ll be begging me to stop!”

As Yvette was terrorizing me with her words, I could see that she was
actually getting sexually excited. With one hand, she was rubbing the crotch
of her panties and her black nipples started getting very erect and firm.
There was a growing wet spot on her panties and a glazed look in her eyes.

Yvette then kneeled down between my legs, still rubbing her own pussy
through her wet pants and with her other hand, she started to play with my
thighs, pinching and twisting the soft flesh. This started me sobbing again
and as I laid helplessly on the floor she’d give a pull on my pussy hairs
forcing me to cry out in pain.

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Then she positioned herself over my body with her face directly above
mine. She started to spit on my face forcing my mouth open and drooling into
it. As she was doing this, her body stiffened as she ground her pussy into
mine and I knew she was reaching orgasm.

The smell of sex was in the air as her hands once more went to my
pussy. She tore off my panties then spread my legs and started rubbing my ass
and pussy with the crotch of my underpants. Then she put the panties up to my
mouth and forced me to lick the crotch. I was humiliated as the smell of my
urine and cum filled the air around me.

After she finished with me, Yvette got up and walked over to the
couch, removed her panties, spread her legs apart and began to masturbate.
“Bitch!” she said, “crawl over here!” I turned over and got up on my hands
and knees and did as I was told. My big, soft tits were flopping around as I
crawled over to where Yvette was sitting waiting for me. She forced me to
lick her black feet and toes and then another orgasm racked her body, she
grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her wet pussy. Cum flowed out of her
cunt and her hard thighs held my face close to her pussy lips.
I was waiting in the booth at three as I was told. I was
beginning to wonder how Randy expected me to help him pass
his class. I mean he was a senior, and I was only a freshman.
All his classes were at least two years ahead of me.

He got to the booth right at three. I had expected him to tell
me to get undressed. I figured he would want to use me before
we began to study. To my surprise, he told me to follow him.
He lead me through the halls to Mr.. Anderson’s room.

Mr.. Anderson was a teacher who taught freshmen through senior
english. I had thought him to be the best teacher I ever had.
He was funny and bright, and made me really want to learn.
I tried harder in his class than in any other.

As Randy and I entered the room, I could see a few things had
changed since my last class with Mr.. Anderson this afternoon.
His desk had been cleared away, and a sheet had been placed over
the top of it.

As I entered the room, a really bad feeling came over me.
I didn’t know why, but that sheet looked rather ominous to me.

I saw Mr.. Anderson sitting behind his desk looking out the
window. As Randy shut the door, he turned to face us. He gave
me a glance, then turned to Randy saying, “Does she know what
is going on?”
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worked from her desk. IТve watched her as her ass moved in those

business skirts and slacks. IТve watched every curve of her body. How

her breasts stuck out from the tight sweaters and blouses she wore. She

was always playful with the guys. A natural flirt.

IТve always wanted to fuck Allison since the day I first saw her. What

guy wouldnТt? She had a body that any guy would give their left nut

for. And she always walked around with an air of confidence that almost

screamed “I can fuck any guy I want and you canТt do anything about it!”

Today was the best time for me. Her boss was overseas on a business

trip, so she could wear more casual clothes. Today she wore black

slacks with leggings and a black pullover sweater. The slacks hugged

her shapely legs, which made up for the bulky sweater covering up her

breasts. And I found out that she would be spending most of the work

day filing old accounts. That meant she would be spending a lot of time

in the file room, which was the only isolated room in the whole floor

besides the restrooms!

I spent most of the morning preparing for what I wanted to do to her. I

knew she was a creature of habit, going to the file room at set points

of the day. I also knew that the file room doors were left open during

business hours. Anyone could go in there at any time.

By two-thirty, I knew it would soon be time for her to head to the file

room again. I watched as she started getting files ready for her to

bring with her, then I took my afternoon break.

The restrooms on the floor were across the small hallway from the file

room. Most folks donТt take their afternoon breaks until three, so I

knew not too many folks would notice that instead of heading to the

elevators or to the menТs room, I went into the file room.

The file room is filled with racks upon racks of old files. In the far

back of the room was the copying machine. It was out of the line of

sight with the door, so in order for you to see the copying machine, you

had to go through the door, down three rows, then turn right. Many of

the file boxes werenТt put up on racks yet, so I hid myself behind one

stack of boxes and waited Allison to show up.

Sure enough, a minute later, she entered the room. I could hear the

clicking of her “fuck-me-now” pumps against the concrete floor as she

walked towards the copying machine.

Sweat started beading down my face. This was something IТve wanted to

do for a long time! And how here I was going to do it!

I crept out from behind the boxes, making sure I was ever silent. The

anxiety made me hard. I could hear her hum a sweet melody as she set up

the pages to be copied. I got to within inches of her, and I could

smell her perfume. She pushed the copy button. The copy machine was

extremely noisy. You could hear it all down the hallway. It made for

the perfect cover for me.

Before she could turn around, I snaked one hand across her mouth, and

another on her back to shove her against the machine.

“SHHH!!!” I said to her ear. “Not a sound!”

With one hand still on her mouth, I struggled to pull her slacks and

panties off her in a couple of tugs. It wasnТt as easy as I hoped it

would be. But I managed to finally pull them down past her hips. Then

it was another task to open up my fly. Fortunately, I was rock hard,

that part wasnТt difficult for me.

“Nice ass,” I muttered into her ear.

She did have a nice ass. Well rounded, aerobically-toned, and even had

a hint of a tan line. I let my hand linger on it for a few seconds.

But I knew I had to rush this. Allison let loose a whimper when she

realized what I was about to do, but she couldnТt do anything about it.

I pushed her over the machine as far as possible, then stuck my hard

cock into her pussy. She let loose a muffled grunt as she felt every

inch of my rod enter her. Her pussy was nice and tight, every bit as I

hoped it would be!

As I pumped her pussy from the rear, I finally let my free hand snake

underneath her sweater and underneath her bra. Her breast was a

handful, and quite warm underneath that wool. I could swear I heard her

moan in pleasure just briefly as I continued to pump my cock into her.

I pumped her pretty hard, and as I got near to peak, she started to

whimper with each thrust. I wanted this to last a long time.. forever,

if it was possible. Just the feeling of power and control I had over

her, the sensation of her being fucked by me at work.. it was

incredible. But I also knew I had to rush things. Anyone can walk into

the file room and see me fucking Allison. The last thing I wanted to

have happen was a coworker find out what IТve been doing.

Finally, I let loose a grunt as I shot my load into AllisonТs pussy.

She grunted herself as each drop of sperm was shot up into her. Then I

heard nothing, except the whirl of the copying machine and her heavy

breathing. I gave myself one last feel of her bare ass before pulling

up her panties and slacks again, then making my way to the menТs room.

I stayed in the menТs room for a couple of minutes so that I could calm

down. I looked like a nervous wreck! I was sweating up a storm! It

was a good thing I was wearing black slacks too, otherwise folks would

have seen the wet spot around my zipper where it rubbed against her

rear.

I returned to my desk with just a minute to spare from my break. One of

my coworkers asked why I looked like I was in a rush. I simply told her

I stepped outside for a few minutes and didnТt want to be late getting

back from my break time.

It took a few more minutes before I saw Allison come back from the file

room. Clearly she wasnТt the same Allison I saw just fifteen minutes

ago. Gone was the pious “I can fuck anyone I want” look. Instead she

looked almost paranoid, as if she was saying “Oh my god, did anyone see

me get fucked?”

Later that day, I was about to get in my car when I felt a hand snake

around me from behind and cover my mouth. I turned around and saw

Allison in front of me.

“I had no idea you would do actually do that!” she said with a grin.

“Did you like it?” I asked as I traced a hand across her face. “I

mean.. did I hurt..?”

She took my hand in hers. “No, no, it didnТt hurt. It was just soЕ

different! And youТve always wanted to do that to me?”

“Ever since I met you,” I told her. “Thank you darling.”

“DonТt thank me yet,” she said with a chuckle. “Now itТs YOUR turn to

live out one of my fantasies!”