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The teacher-student fantasy, coupled with the fact that he was an older man, had me going crazy. My whole body was hot for him and I was practi

cally shaking as he turned and lifted a tiny bowl of shaving cream and a razor from the corner of the shower. It wasn’t one of those cheap ones you get at the department store; it was old school, like something you’d see in a barber shop.

“Sit down here,” he said, pointing to a built-in seat I hadn’t noticed before. He guided me over to it and I sat down beneath him, his enormous cock just inches from my face.

I wanted to open my mouth and swallow it—or at least try to—but I remembered what he’d told me. Me first, then him.

I must have been shaking, because Mr. Cox looked at me and placed a calming hand on my knee.

“You trust me, right?” he asked.

“Y—yes.”

“You know I’d never hurt you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good,” he smiled. “Then spread your legs for me and let me see that perfect little pussy.”

I did as I was told and opened up and put myself on full display for him as I’d done downstairs when he laid me on his table. But I wasn’t shy this time; I was excited. This was so new to me and it wasn’t awkward. So many girls at school had ended up with their first hookups being drunken encounters that went horribly wrong, and I never wanted that.

No, this was a man who could teach me. This was a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

He slid his hand up my thigh. I shivered and moaned, pressed my back against the cold tile wall as the warm water spilled down my front and melted as his skilled fingers pressed against my pussy.

I arched my back, anticipating penetration, but it didn’t come. He simply held his hand firmly there as if to let me know that I was his.

“Okay,” he said, barely letting his lips press against mine. “Here we go.”

Chapter Nine

Mr. Cox

Emily’s pussy was perfect, but it was going to be mind-numbing when I was done with her. My cock stood up like a flagpole from between my legs as I knelt before her. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ever been so hard. In fact, I don’t think I ever had been.

Her eyes were filled with lust and submission. She was mine now and she knew it. All that was left was for me to claim her.

I moved my hand up and gently circled her clit, causing her whole body to twist and writhe like a seductress. She whimpered like she’d done earlier when I had my tongue against her and I knew that she needed me inside her.

Soon…

It was next to impossible to stop myself from simply rising up on my knees and sliding my full nine inches into her and making her scream my name as her juices spilled down my shaft and coated my balls.

But somehow I held out and I dragged my fingers back down and teased her tight little virgin hole. I wanted to make her come in every way possible, see her face twisted in orgasm again and again, hold her in my arms and feel her juicy little cunt go tight on my cock before I dumped my hot load inside her and made her mine forever.

But it wasn’t time for that yet. I was going to bring Emily right to the edge, that moment where she was going to beg for my cock, and only then was I going to give it to her.

“Such a pretty pussy,” I whispered as I took my shaving brush and dipped it in the cream I’d prepared before she came. Her little tuft of hair was a shade lighter than the hair on her head, and all it took was a couple of brushes to lather it up.

Emily moaned as the brush touched her and I grasped her thigh with my other hand and held her tight. I set the brush aside and took up the razor.

“Keep very still, princess,” I told her. “And relax.”

Emily took a deep breath, causing her bountiful chest to heave, and then released it. I took the razor and gently began to work it across her skin. Emily watched as I rinsed the blade and repeated the process as her sweet pussy slowly became bare. I groaned as I brushed my hands across the soft skin where her little tuft of hair had once been and the full beauty of her pussy was revealed to me.

I set the razor aside and looked up at her.

“Perfect,” I said. Her eyes filled with pride and she leaned close.


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