Tess, the strict teacher
I must confess to enjoying erotic role playing more than just unadorned
sex. Calgary is indeed fortunate to have Tess, a provider who not only
indulges such fantasies, but is also a willing, enthusiastic and
imaginative participant.
She greeted me with hair drawn back severely, glasses, a grey suit.
Tess was Miss Tess, looking every inch the rather strict English
teacher. She told me that my efforts in her class had been sub
standard and that I could do better. She told me that Catcher in the
Rye was about more than just young Caulfield trying to get laid. I had
better stay for extra credit after class. She sat me at table and told
me to begin reading aloud. She then sat on the edge of the table, grey
skirt pushed up slightly just enough so that I could see the top of her
stockings. I was rewarded with a sharp rebuke for any sideways glances
at her legs. She told me that discipline and self control were
necessary to be a good student. She took my left hand, spread her legs
every so slightly and placed my hand on the inside of her thigh. Keep
reading she said lowly. Slowly she moved my hand up her thigh. I
could feel the warmth on hand. I made an effort to touch her. School
boys are in such a rush she said, tightening her grip on my hand - keep
reading.
Ever so slowly she let my hand continue. It seemed to take forever.
She allowed me just the lightest touch. No panties, just thigh high
stockings. She was sopping wet, she gave a light shudder and pulled my
hand away. Keep reading she said. It was very hard to concentrate,
probably because I was very hard.
You've been studying hard she said. I think you deserve a reward.
With that she hiked her skirt up, took hold of the back of my head and
directed me to lick and kiss every so gently. She pulled my head in
tight and pushed forward. You've had a long enough break, keep reading
she said. She stood up and walked behind me. She caressed me through
my pants. Keep reading she said. She undid my pants and continued to
stroke me. I squirmed in my seat. If you can't sit still then you
will have to stand. I did as I was told. My pants were down around my
ankles. She expertly applied protection and took me in her mouth. It
was indescribable. I felt as if I would explode. She stopped and had
me lie on the table.
She straddled me and slowly lowered her self down, guiding me into her.
The anticipation was driving me crazy. Time slowed and it seemed to
take hours until I was fully inside. She has the most amazing muscle
control. She slid up and down bringing me to a thunderous climax. I
was exhausted and exhilarated. I had just fucked my English teacher
I must confess to enjoying erotic role playing more than just unadorned
sex. Calgary is indeed fortunate to have Tess, a provider who not only
indulges such fantasies, but is also a willing, enthusiastic and
imaginative participant.
She greeted me with hair drawn back severely, glasses, a grey suit.
Tess was Miss Tess, looking every inch the rather strict English
teacher. She told me that my efforts in her class had been sub
standard and that I could do better. She told me that Catcher in the
Rye was about more than just young Caulfield trying to get laid. I had
better stay for extra credit after class. She sat me at table and told
me to begin reading aloud. She then sat on the edge of the table, grey
skirt pushed up slightly just enough so that I could see the top of her
stockings. I was rewarded with a sharp rebuke for any sideways glances
at her legs. She told me that discipline and self control were
necessary to be a good student. She took my left hand, spread her legs
every so slightly and placed my hand on the inside of her thigh. Keep
reading she said lowly. Slowly she moved my hand up her thigh. I
could feel the warmth on hand. I made an effort to touch her. School
boys are in such a rush she said, tightening her grip on my hand - keep
reading.
Ever so slowly she let my hand continue. It seemed to take forever.
She allowed me just the lightest touch. No panties, just thigh high
stockings. She was sopping wet, she gave a light shudder and pulled my
hand away. Keep reading she said. It was very hard to concentrate,
probably because I was very hard.
You've been studying hard she said. I think you deserve a reward.
With that she hiked her skirt up, took hold of the back of my head and
directed me to lick and kiss every so gently. She pulled my head in
tight and pushed forward. You've had a long enough break, keep reading
she said. She stood up and walked behind me. She caressed me through
my pants. Keep reading she said. She undid my pants and continued to
stroke me. I squirmed in my seat. If you can't sit still then you
will have to stand. I did as I was told. My pants were down around my
ankles. She expertly applied protection and took me in her mouth. It
was indescribable. I felt as if I would explode. She stopped and had
me lie on the table.
She straddled me and slowly lowered her self down, guiding me into her.
The anticipation was driving me crazy. Time slowed and it seemed to
take hours until I was fully inside. She has the most amazing muscle
control. She slid up and down bringing me to a thunderous climax. I
was exhausted and exhilarated. I had just fucked my English teacher
