Laurie Chandler - Pervert teacher

"So are you, Mrs. Baker. You're looking stunning, as a matter of fact."

Ohh, when that boy smiles, he drives me wild! He smiles just like Gary. I miss Gary. Every boy seems to remind me of my son. Frank doesn't really look like Gary, at least not as much as Paul, but there is something about his cheerfulness that I really dig. "I'm beginning to talk like Gary, too!"

"Smoke?"

"No, thanks. Hey, I thought smoking was illegal in the elevators."

"So is this." Hey! He stopped the elevator! Hey, what's going on?

"I'm late, Frank. Why did you stop the cab?"

"I didn't stop it, Mrs. Baker. It must have gotten stuck. Sometimes it happens. I can't do anything about it. It ought to get unstuck soon. It usually does."

What's he doing? Christ, he's pressing his thigh against my body. Holy shit! It's nine in the morning, and he's getting horny.

"Uh, Frank, do you think we could at least have a light on? Or did that depend on the same juice as the cables?"

"Yep. Sony, Mrs. Baker. We'll just have to wait."

Uh-oh, there he goes again. I can feel something pressing into me. I can't see a fucking thing. I know I've thought about making it with this boy, but honestly, he's quite young. Hey, come on!

Maybe I had better back off into a corner. I feel as if I'm being attacked on all sides. Why is it that for a long time I was lonely and frustrated. As soon as one guy fucks me, it seems as if there's a never-ending supply of cock. Am I wearing a sign on my back that says "Fuck me"?

Ohh, I can feel his body getting really warm. His hands are touching mine, and he's all sweaty. Don't do this to me now! Not now!

"I know you want it, Mrs. Baker. I've got it and you want it."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, Mrs. Baker. I've seen the way you look at me. I can always tell when a woman's hungry, and you're hungry, Mrs. Baker. You want it, and I can give it to you."

"I haven't the foggiest notion of what you're talking about, Frank. Now would you please get this elevator moving again?"

"No. You can't lie to me. You keep looking at me funny, ever since we first met, and I know what that kind of look means. It means that you're hungry for it. You're hungry for this!"

He's pressing his body into mine. I can feel his cock getting hard. It's getting hard rapidly. Touching me really turns him on.

Oh, but I do want it! I can't help it. What's wrong with me? Why do I feel such a craving for sex, especially with young, very young men?

I've to learn to resist, and yet I can't. I want him, and I don't want him. What am I going to do?

"Touch this, Mrs. Baker. Touch this and you'll know you want it. Come on, don't be afraid. It won't bite you. It'll just make you feel really good."

Oh, my God! He's taken his cock out of his pants and I'm going to have to touch it. Ohhh! I don't want to do it! I must learn to control myself I got fucked twice yesterday. I cannot get fucked again today. I want it, but I know I mustn't do it.

"Go ahead and rub it. I know you're going to love it, Mrs. Baker. Just rub your hand all over it. There, it's good, isn't it? It's big, just the way I know you like them."

How do you know? Who told you? "Please don't do this to me. Please let me go!"

"Why? I know you want it. Don't pretend you don't. I saw the way you kept looking at my crotch all day yesterday when I took you up and down and when we talked. And now, this moment, just before I stopped… I mean the elevator stopped, I saw you staring between my legs. You want what's there, Mrs. Baker. You're a hungry woman and I'm going to satisfy that hunger!"

"No! Don't! Please! Please don't make me do it!" Why am I trying to argue with him? What's wrong with me? Half of me says I mustn't do it, and the other half says yes, do it. I want to fuck him. I am forced to admit it, but why now? Why can't it be romantic with dim lights in a gentle setting? Why here? Why in this elevator?

"Get down on your knees, Mrs. Baker. Take my cock in your mouth!"

"Na! I can't!"

"Suck it! I know you want it. Suck that cock, Mrs. Baker, and then I'm going to fuck you. You want my prick and balls, lady, and you're going to get them!"

Just what the cop said to me. What is there about me? I'd better do it. He controls the elevator, not me. His cock does feel big. I wish I could see what I'm eating.

"Ahhh, that's it, on your knees. Now lick it. Let me feel that hot tongue on my dick, and don't try any funny business, okay? Now just suck that prick, Mrs. Baker, and you'll feel good all dyer."

It does feel good. My tongue is obeying his orders, and they're my orders now, too. I want his cock. It smells so good, so masculine. I've never thought about it before, but I guess I like cock-smell a lot more than pussy-smell.

Some guys tell me my twat smells great, but I smell nothing. It does nothing to me, though I guess that is as it should be. I go wild with the smell of a lusty cock. Maybe it's the years of accumulated cum that drives me wild, I don't know. But I do know now that I'm enjoying every second of this. I really must learn to take the initiative and decide where and when to have sex with someone. I should have taken him up to my room last night.

"That's it, Mrs. Baker. Your tongue's just right. Now lick the tip of my dick. Come on, lick the piss-slit, the spot where all my juice is going to shoot out."

"Ahhhh, that's it, baby! Lick that tip! Make my cock really hard!"

"Your cock's pretty hard now as it is, Frank."

"Yeah, but it can get even harder. My cock is only seven inches long now. It can grow an inch or two more. Now lick that prick, baby! Lick it and make me shoot off in your mouth. I want you to drink that cum when you get it, okay?"

"Sure, Frank." My hands are on his balls now. He's got such delicate and lovely balls, not like the melons that cop had or the oranges that Paul had. It's amazing how different cocks are. I don't think that there's that much difference in cunts. I wonder why that is.

"Ohhhh, baby, that's good. Come on, use your lips more. Press hard against my meat. Don't bite, but close your lips around my shaft. Okay, lady, now long and fast strokes. Just suck hard on my prick, nice and fast. I like fast blow-jobs. I don't want to be here all day you know. Just suck it, and make me come!"

His balls feel so good. I bet I can suck on them at the same time as his shaft. Ohh, that's good. That's very good. His dick is really hard now! I bet it's nine inches long now. Oh, I love this!

"Oh, lady, your tits! You've got great tits, Mrs. Baker. They're so fleshy and ripe!" He's putting his thumbs against my nipples. I feel as if he's going to wrench them off.

"Suck it! Come on, baby, suck my cock! Suck it harder! Up and down! Let's go! Suck that dick! Come on, don't take so long. It's late, and I'm in a hurry!"

Christ, I'm doing my best. What does he want from my life?

His balls are slamming into my face. My saliva is all over his meat and even his cock hairs are soaking wet.

I can feel my pussy heating tip. I'm going wild. Why now? Why couldn't we have done this before? I'm really feeling dizzy now. I want his cock inside me. I'd love to have his shaft sliding in and out of my pussy, but he wanted to fuck me in the face.

"Suck it, lady! Come on, suck my cock! Don't daydream! Suck that cock! Eat it! Baby, I'm going to have to smash my prick all the way down your fucking throat! Now eat that! Suck hard, baby! I'm going to shove it all the way down!"

I can feel his prick trembling in my mouth. I know he's going to shoot. I can feel it coming! His balls are quivering. He's getting hotter by the second. His pulse is racing. His body is all sweaty.

The way that prick is sliding in and out of my mouth is driving me crazy. I want him to come. I want to drink his sperm. I'm going to rub his shaft with my hand as he face-fucks me. That'll make him come even faster.