"I really like this position, I think. My behind is my good side, everyone says, so it feels kinda sexy to be showing it to you. And like, with my face mushed up against the wall like this, I can close my eyes and let my imagination help, too. Not that I need imagination man. Honestly, I think I so prefer you to him. Your cock is so hard in my cha-cha it's like a rock. But warm. And awesome. And moving so fast! Wow! Mmm. You know, I don't think I ever said thank you? I mean it. Thank you, Mr. Canon. I might have gone years before I let a boy do all this, and it's just the best. I swear I'm not just sucking up! I could do this every day. I mean, not tonight, because I have this group project for econ we're working on and I'll be lucky to get home by curfew as it is. Though hey! You could tell Mom to let me stay out past curfew. We could do another sleepover, and we could do as much sex stuff as you want! Man, that'd be awesome. I really like sleepovers anyway, and getting to pleasure y
It took me a moment to wrap my head around that. "Holy shit, you are twisted, Abbie." "Well if I am, I ain't the one who did the twisting. Now what do I gotta do? What's your fantasy girl? You want me to be a prissy little princess bitch like Taylor?" (Taylor? The girl who last night told me how she'd ripped a handful of pubes off of a guy from Westmoore High because he'd told somebody at a party she dressed slutty? Yeah, move over, Meghan Markle.) But Abbie kept right on going. "You want me to wear a schoolgirl outfit and call you 'sir'? Wear a cheerleader uniform and giggle at how smart you are? Wear leather and slap you around? Just name it, yo. But quit ducking me because you're afraid to take what you want." "Is that supposed to goad me into something, Abbie? Imply I'm a pussy, and the Serenex will make me lose my mind and do anything to make you think I'm not? Even for you, reverse psychology is a fairly amateur gambit." "Right, so having a teenage babe like me alone in you
Her tone conveyed an unspoken certainty that if the answer was yes, she'd walk out the door and proposition the first boy who walked past her in the hallway. Be a whore, spread her legs because I said it might amuse me. God, this much power over a person... it was heady. "It's not," I assured her. "I'm only trying to give advice, such as it is. Though really, the best thing for it is to just go home, take care of things yourself, and one of these days we'll get together and have some fun. After last night, I just need some time to recuperate." "Yeah. Yeah, you're probably right. Just... go home, do it there. Yeah. That's a good idea." Her eyes drifted shut, her words slowly transmuted into mumbles. "Don't think about it. Not a whore. Masturbate at home. He'll have fun with me soon. God, be soon..." Right before my grading regained my attention, I saw it. Again. "Abbie... you're masturbating again." "No I'm...!" She caught herself, pulling the guilty hand away with the other. "Fuck!
"Say 'I'm a stupid slut.'" "I'm a stupid slut, sir." A minor ad lib, but it worked for me. "Say, 'Taylor and I are your fantasy sluts.'" "Taylor and I are your fantasy slut, sir." "You can fuck me any time, anywhere you want." She was staring so hard at my cock that she struggled to piece the words together. "You can fuck me any time you want. Anywhere, sir." She kept repeating after me, spouting lines so depraved I was barely comprehending them until I heard them parroted back to me. "My tits belong to Mr. Canon." "My cunt belongs to Mr. Canon. Mr. Canon can use it any time he wants." "Mr. Canon's cock makes me come my silly little brains out." "I am a weak-willed horny slut who would sell her soul for a ride on Mr. Canon's cock." That last one I liked so much, I had her keep repeating it while I fucked her, right up until I came. The bell rang. Students flooded the halls as eagerly as my balls had flooded Abbie Stern's pussy. They hurried from classes to lockers, from lo
Caesar salad. That made sense, I supposed. In my head, it seemed like cops would eat something with more protein. I guess you didn't keep a body like Louisa Barbour's wolfing down double quarter pounders for lunch. She was a skinny little thing. Fit, yes, but not a lot of meat on her. A shame. With a face like that, she could have broken some hearts. More of them, anyway. Instead, it looked like the one heart she was most focused on seemed very much intact. That felt good, knowing I'd patched things up between my two lunchmates. Of course, it was only because of me that they'd had their quarrel to begin with. Nothing like ordering your bodyguard to forgive and forget to do the trick. At least when your bodyguard followed any order you gave her. Not that I'd gone full "obey my every command" level of compliance, but having her hyper-focused on making me happy had nearly the same effect. Better yet, it preserved her autonomy, obviating the need to micromanage her. Taylor, Abbie and Ca
"Well, the next couple nights are out. Saturday could be OK, but actually... we were hoping to have you over for that dinner we talked about," answered Candy. Isa arched a brow. "We were?" "Surprise! Yeah, we were. Just the three of us, for a nice intimate meal." "Do I have to cook?" "I said anice meal, honey. Not finger sandwiches." "Sounds good to me, then." Candy looked back to me. "How about you?" "Saturday would be fine." It was one of the challenges of having a broad assortment of high school girls at my beck and call -- they tended to be busy Saturday nights. I seldom was. "Great. So then... hmm. Maybe Sunday, for Cassie? Run it by her, see if it works. I'll have a lesson written and ready this time. You're welcome to join us, if you'd like to participate in her... education." "I... yeah. I think I could teach her a few things." Man, we really were the worst. It was telling that I was fine doing it in the privacy of my home but cringed to say it out loud. Isa's silence
There was a bra beneath it, though I recognized two things about it right away. First, the bra was itself a minimizer, something I'd learned to recognize years back with a woman I'd been dating who'd worn them at her work for pretty much the same reason. They squeezed and redirected the breasts inside the cup to shave down their apparent size to lookers-on. It had been incredibly uncomfortable, she'd said, but it had kept her boss from being as much of a pig. It looked as though Isa's had been similarly effective with me, because the second thing I noticed, for the very first time, was that her poor bra was fighting an uphill battle to do its job. And losing. Her breasts were positively oozing out of the thing, squashed upwards and inwards and sideways, so much bulging boobage it reminded me of the corset Taylor had worn to her house last Sunday. Beneath it, a washboard stomach shamed me. Isa glanced at the clock. "Yeah, we still got a little time. Here." Her arms reached behind her
Megan was at the door a second later, and I could only laugh at the revelation that he must have screamed that practically at her face. "Well hi there! Robby, go finish your homework and let Mr. Canon and I talk, all right?" "OK! Bye, Mr. Canon!" "Study hard, stay smart Robby," I said, twisting his new hat around. He laughed as he galloped off, leaving it backwards. "Hi there, neighbor," she said, smiling her warm smile. It was a good reminder of why I'd always liked her. Those laugh lines came naturally, and deepened every year. She had over ten years on me, but one would hardly know it. She was her daughter's mother, cheerful and effortlessly pretty. I'd been surprised to learn about the difference in our ages when we first met, and had even considered asking her out -- then I found out she had a daughter who was much closer to my age and chickened out. Who knew how things might be playing out between us now if I hadn't. "Afternoon. Is this a good time?" "Oh sure. Unless you're