1. The Blow Job Class


    Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Oral Sex, Spanking, Teen, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.5, Source: sexstories.com

    class?” “Yes, we’re a top end finishing school. The girls have had the very best that academia can provide, but are lacking in, shall we say… personal skills.” “Ummm…okay.” “This is how it is. We’ve been let down, and we need a replacement, kind of urgently.” “Urgent, when? I have to fix some trunking in Fleetwood.” “Yes, kind of now…ish.” “Eesh.” Mike looked at his watch. “What would I have to do?” Amy rubbed her hands together nervously. “Maybe it would be easier if you came through and were introduced to the girls.” “Okay, I can give you ten minutes, I suppose.” Mike followed Amy, still feeling rather bemused and not entirely certain what he was being asked to do. He wasn’t cut out for teaching and the idea of explaining the finer points of cock sucking, wasn’t his bag. Amy re-entered the classroom where the girly chatter subsided and was replaced with hushed coos. They sat up, alert as their tutor and the fit, dungaree-clad guy appeared. “Sorry about that. So, the bad news is that our model who was meant to be coming, hasn’t turned up. The very good news is, that... oh ..?” “Mike.” “Mike! Has kindly offered to step in.” “Well…I.” Mike looked at the seated girls, who were, without exception, well-groomed and very pretty. There were three blondes, a brown-eyed brunette, an Asian girl, an adorable redhead and a brown-skinned girl, who could have passed for Rihanna in the right angle. Each student was seated at a standard wooden desk in their bright, clean uniforms. Mike ...
    gazed along the two rows, a flicker of lust causing a twinge in his loins as he looked upon their legs and short white socks. “So, I hope you have all remembered the techniques you were shown last week. I’m sure some of you have been practising on your toys.” Amy looked at Mike and smiled and then very pointedly looked down at the front of his dungarees, where he kept his number one tool. “When you’re ready, Mike. I guess this unclips here.” Slowly but surely the penny began to drop and he looked at Amy and the girls, who began to stand, as the tutor spoke. “Just run it past me again, what do you want me to do?” “Well, take this off and any underwear and the girls will, ahem… do the rest.” “Oh shit.” “I thought I’d explained, sorry. The girls need to practise their oral skills on a live model, so if you could hang on till they’ve all had a go, it would be appreciated.” “Fuck!” The girls looked at Mike, and there was a ripple of embarrassed giggles. “Girls!” “Sorry, Miss Tugwell,” came a chorus of replies. “Expletives are not encouraged at St. Valentines, if you please.” “Sorry. I’ll remember that.” Mike unhooked the catches of his work clothes at the shoulders and lowered the flap of navy denim, revealing his toned stomach. There were gasps from the girls, which faded briefly only to be replaced by muted squeals of delight as his amazing pecker came into view. Mike was well endowed and his semi hard dick was gradually growing more erect and rising as the class formed a somewhat ...