“Turn it up to medium, little whore,” you say as you smile at my blushing. I turn the dial a little more, and my body takes a sudden intake of air... the sensations coursing up through me like a razor-sharp knife. My eyes close as I try to contain my body’s reaction. A moaning, “mmm, fuck,” escapes my lips. “What was that? Is your whorish cunt needy this morning?” I shake my head in the affirmative, afraid to speak as I will moan and whimper more than form words. My pussy squeezing against the. Stevens, I have lots' of work ahead of me to get ready for the new school year. See you next week." And with a nod, Mr. Kaus, turned and picked up his phone. *****"Damn, Damn, Damn! " I muttered as I walked home. "I have to join a sports team... Damn!" There was a reason I never tried out for the school teams... Well two reasons really. I didn't like sports, and I was no good at sports. Here I was just past my 17th birthday and I was only 5 feet 6 inches tall, and 145 lbs. soaking wet! Sure, I. My legs were open and my stockings, which were in full view as my hairy pussy was exposed, only helped to exacerbate my need for a good fuck, resulted in my dropping the wet tissue onto the floor and begin relieving myself with the occasional moan escaping my lips as the passion mounted. I tore open my top and pulled my breasts out. My nipples were in a heightened state of arousal and they showed it by pointing straight out and with myself being small breasted, my nipples were all the more. "If somebody wants in to the Target Room and doesn't have a key-card, you go talk to them. I trust that you both are good at determining who's normal and who's a desperate psychotic. If the guy just wants to come in and have a good time, tell him he needs to get a personal invite from me. But, if the guy feels weird, or acts jumpy or something, i.e. unstable, let him in! I'll handle him! I don't want him going out on the street and hurting some innocent girl simply because he couldn't get his.