Maybe I, or at least my inner slut, wanted to fuck him. Here I was, letting that door open a bit wider with each shot. My inner slut easily slipped ou... and began to tell him all about herself. I said, ‘Well, I get turned on by the way this blouse feels on me. It’s comfortable and with my camisole, conservative enough for work. But it longs to be wet and sticking to my body. I like my satin and silk gowns, and I had a fantasy that I’m the one girl in a room with two, no three men, maybe even. ”She leaned over grabbing the head of my cock gripping it tight and held it her small palm. She started to gradually squeeze it, clenching it firm then releasing and repeating. My cock started to grow in her grasp as my large thick shaft continued to progress more and more out of the leg of my bathing suit exposing itself inch by inch. Her eyes widened larger with every inch as her head tilted forward in disbelief. She was now slowly blinking her eyes shut and opening them wider each time. Her. I closed my eyes, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin as you degraded me. Without so much as another word, you yanked my hair again, pushing your cock into my mouth. I could feel you throbbing as you fucked my mouth, and I struggled to keep up with your pace. I sucked hungrily, bobbing my head in rhythm with your thrusts. You pushed forward, forcing your cock as far as it would go into my throat. “Open your fucking eyes.” You growled down at me, and I immediately made them flicker open, feeling. She didn't wanted to fail or else her parents would become strict and ground her. She tried studying but she needed help. She decided to approach her school Dean, Mr. Drake Wright. He was a 56 year old white man who had divorced his wife of 22 years a few months ago. He was living alone in his 4 bedroom house a few blocks from the school. One afternoon after school, she went to the dean's office to ask for advice on how she could clear her grades. The dean was busy and couldn't spare time for.