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Mr. Moore keeps your head in place for a while until you start gagging, then pulls you back up by your hair. You gasp for air. "Why don't you use that pretty little tongue of yours for a bit?". Your throat hurts from his sudden move earlier and his thing smells really fishy. You don't want to touch it at all, but you realize you can't disobey him or he'll tell Mr. Jones what you've been up to.. | Mr. Moore keeps your head in place for a while until you start gagging, then pulls you back up by your hair. You gasp for air. "Why don't you use that pretty little tongue of yours for a bit?". Your throat hurts from his sudden move earlier and his thing smells really fishy. You don't want to touch it at all, but you realize you can't disobey him or he'll tell Mr. Jones what you've been up to.. | ||
| - | Reluctantly, you stick out your tongue and lick the head of his cock. Mr. Jones gasps as your tongue shyly touches him. "Yeah, just like that. Good girl, | + | Reluctantly, you stick out your tongue and lick the head of his cock. Mr. Jones gasps as your tongue shyly touches him. "Yeah, just like that. Good girl, Lidia." He lets you lick him for a few minutes while stroking your hair. You feel like throwing up, but you continue licking him dutifully for the sake of not being expelled. |
Then he grabs your head again and, without warning, pushes you down on his cock all the way. His cock pushes itself into your throat, taking your breath away. Tears well up in your eyes. Just as you feel like you're going to pass out, Mr. Moore roughly pulls you up by your hair. You desperately gasp for air as he grabs your boobs and mashes them against his dick roughly. by the time you've more or less regained your senses, you feel warm liquid spurt out in between your boobs. You freeze and close your eyes till it stops. | Then he grabs your head again and, without warning, pushes you down on his cock all the way. His cock pushes itself into your throat, taking your breath away. Tears well up in your eyes. Just as you feel like you're going to pass out, Mr. Moore roughly pulls you up by your hair. You desperately gasp for air as he grabs your boobs and mashes them against his dick roughly. by the time you've more or less regained your senses, you feel warm liquid spurt out in between your boobs. You freeze and close your eyes till it stops. | ||
| - | When you look up, Mr. Moore grins at you. "That was wonderful | + | When you look up, Mr. Moore grins at you. "That was wonderful Lidia, but we shouldn't stay here. We don't want your teacher seeing you after all do we?" You hang your head down and nod slightly. After cleaning you up quickly with a handkerchief, Mr. Moore grabs your hand and pulls you along to the exit. |
What happens next? | What happens next? | ||
Current revision as of 23:16, 2 July 2015
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
Mr. Moore keeps your head in place for a while until you start gagging, then pulls you back up by your hair. You gasp for air. "Why don't you use that pretty little tongue of yours for a bit?". Your throat hurts from his sudden move earlier and his thing smells really fishy. You don't want to touch it at all, but you realize you can't disobey him or he'll tell Mr. Jones what you've been up to..
Reluctantly, you stick out your tongue and lick the head of his cock. Mr. Jones gasps as your tongue shyly touches him. "Yeah, just like that. Good girl, Lidia." He lets you lick him for a few minutes while stroking your hair. You feel like throwing up, but you continue licking him dutifully for the sake of not being expelled.
Then he grabs your head again and, without warning, pushes you down on his cock all the way. His cock pushes itself into your throat, taking your breath away. Tears well up in your eyes. Just as you feel like you're going to pass out, Mr. Moore roughly pulls you up by your hair. You desperately gasp for air as he grabs your boobs and mashes them against his dick roughly. by the time you've more or less regained your senses, you feel warm liquid spurt out in between your boobs. You freeze and close your eyes till it stops.
When you look up, Mr. Moore grins at you. "That was wonderful Lidia, but we shouldn't stay here. We don't want your teacher seeing you after all do we?" You hang your head down and nod slightly. After cleaning you up quickly with a handkerchief, Mr. Moore grabs your hand and pulls you along to the exit.
What happens next?
- You leave the club and obediently follow Mr. Moore.
- You try to run away as soon as you step out of the club.
- The manager sees you being dragged off and stops you.
- Mr. Jones sees you being dragged off and intervenes.
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
