My mom is dating my teacher
My mom is dating my teacher
' I saw Jake talking with a redhead dressed as Ariel from 'The Little Mermaid' (my favourite Disney movie), likely his latest prey and all the air whooshed out of me as if I had been gut-punched.I was reconsidering my ridiculous plan of revenge when I heard my name called. Walker in a costume surprisingly hot for a teacher.
I smiled at the irony of her dressed as her son's favourite fantasy, but of course being off limits. " I answered, our tits pressing against each other, mine swelling noticeably around hers. I was flattered, and laughed, "I think I may look a little too slutty." "It's Halloween, Sabrina," Mrs. "Tonight there is no such thing as too slutty." "Not words I thought my English teacher would ever say," I laughed, a bit scandalised, thinking of my swooning abbess.I've often had oral sex in public (in taxis, at the beach, in washrooms, sometimes I even get eaten out while working behind the bar). I actively enjoy being coated in cum; one of my wildest unachieved fantasies is being the centerpiece of a bukkake. Of course once the sex is done I go into a period of self-loathing, which I try to break out of through more sex as I repeat the same cycle over and over again. but I could play with girls in an egalitarian way and have lots of fun doing so. I rode him in the car with four others in it; I had let him fuck me in a crowded subway car; I had fucked him while talking on the phone with my mother; I had been double penetrated by him in my pussy and a vibrator in my ass while he watched sports highlights. I spent almost two hours there, determined to find the perfect costume to showcase my tits, ass and legs. " "I think that's the job of a priest," I laughed, always knowing exactly how good I looked because of my lesbian roommate's frank assessment of me.I take it in the ass (only done this a few times, but my inner submissiveness makes me willing to do the things the 'good girls' don't do). I tried on slutty school girl (even sluttier than the outfit I had worn when I was being Jake's bimbo slut). Tonight it was obvious that I was indeed hot and slutty.Note 1: This is a Halloween 2016 Contest Story so please vote. Truth is, I hate fake conversation and I'd rather go home and read a good book than flirt with guys, get drunk or get hit on. For the first time since seeing Jake getting blown by the anorexic Barbie doll, I was feeling good about myself.Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Dave, Robert, and Wayne for editing. Maybe it's because I'm not your stereotypical Latina. I caught my boyfriend cheating on me at a party when I got off work early and went over there to surprise him. I couldn't find him anywhere, and he wasn't answering his cell, which wasn't anything new. I'd had cum spewed between my tits and then been made to go to class or work with his cum dried between my excessive money-makers. I let him spank me until my ass cheeks burned cherry red. a super, slutty kitty meowing constantly because she was in heat. He liked Disney princesses too, which I thought was odd, but his favourite was slutty schoolgirl where he played a teacher (he was going to school to become one like his mom) and I played his failing student trying to earn an A. Before heading home, I went directly to a Halloween store... Karen had never liked my boyfriend and had often suggested that maybe I should switch to her team since all guys were assholes and only a woman really knew how to please another woman. She had also been my high school English teacher a couple years earlier.
That night ended with ice cream, vodka and crying on my sweet roommate's shoulder.
Her hot breath and the kiss on the neck sent a chill up my spine. I laughed as I headed out for my evening of revenge.
I moved away before I could get any more hot and bothered, "Not yet. Once I reached the Walker house and the party, I took a deep breath and headed inside.
She grabbed an entire bottle of gin, some mix, two glasses, and asked, "Will you come and keep me company for a while?
My asshole of a son has requested that I don't hang around down here all night, especially dressed like this, since many of his friends were also my students." "It's your house," I pointed out, getting annoyed by the dickhead's pretentious expectations and treating his mother with such disrespect.
I tried to hide my insecurity behind a big fake smile, "Wow, you look way different." "Different good or different bad? "I'm your English teacher anymore," she stressed, grabbing my hand.