I remember one English lesson watching him; there he was short hair, chiselled jaw and blue eyes. His tie hanging loose over his white shirt and his s...oulders looking strong in his blue blazer. The usual school grey trousers, but tight enough to tell he was hanging to the right. He was reading aloud in front of the class, his deep voice penetrated me as if he was fucking me with his voice and I could not help but get aroused.I was sat at my desk black hair in a pony tail, white shirt buttoned. Ab maine uske suit ki doriya kholni shuru kar di, aur uske gardan aur kandho ko chumte hue uska suit utaar diya. Wo mere saamne ab sirf bra me thi.Usne bhi dheere dheere meri shirt ke batan kholne shuru kar diye aur mere seene ko chumne lagi. Mere haath uski chhati par chalne lage the. maine use bed par litaya aur uske uper let gaya. Dono haatho se mai uske naram naram stano ko daba aur sehla raha tha aur wo masti me choor hokar aahein bhar rahi thi. Usne meri shirt bhi utaar di thi, uske haath. Stoking it bending down kissing the fat black head i was in heaven then started sucking bobbing my head up and down slurping making it sloppy and rewarding for him. A few minutes passed and he pulled my head up. long strands of spunk hanging from my lips he said "you know its so cold out and your the best cock sucker I ever had so let go to my motel room where I can totally enjoy you". I said alright as long as he drives me back to my car. I sat up rubbing his cock as he drove to the motel. he. “Beg..for my cock, bitch” She shook her head. “Fffffuck..me, sir” she whispered. “Again!” “Fuck me, sir…” The sound of his fly being pulled down together with a joke about Baudelaire from a few aisles away. She snapped for air as the man began to fuck her from behind. Luckily, the shelves that she was pressed up against, were not rickety. Her head was resting next to books about sports injury treatment, and she was concentrating on not to make any noises. There was laughter in the background.