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Thread: Daddy's dirty little girl

Hector was surprised to see the boss in the break room, and even more surprised at the break she gave him. You know Aradom, sometimes i think she has camera's and mic's everywhere. We literally just mentioned me going home. Aradom laughed, patted his back, and said, Well, have fun on your break. Unlike some awesome people, I dont have a huge deadline, and work a boring job. Aradom left the break room, and headed back to work. As Hector went to his car, he wondered what he could do at the farm to relax. Maybe he would ride Zeus or Thor one more time before he sold the two. The pair was going for 20,000 dollars, which was kinda cheep, seems how they looked promising. But Hector couldn't complain. they were the most expensive horses yet. Zeus just couldn't take it anymore. He whined, and gave a few last hard thrusts, before he started to cum in her hard. But the stud was not down and out. He kept going, knowing her tight pussy just wasn't know for one go.
Thread: Daddy's dirty little girl

she screamed softly as he came inside her the feeling maximizing her pleasure her nails digging into the wood oh god Zeus, good boy, dont stop boy good boy. she moaned out and shuttered feeling him go for a second run. god yes, yes keep going good boy, good big boy. she moaned again and again getting louder as her climax came closer and closer soon over taking her making her groaned and shutter with it.
Thread: Daddy's dirty little girl

Hector was on the road, and on his way home. but as he was driving home, he noticed just how tired he was. i got to definitely drink some coffee, or some 5 hour energy before i go out to ride the horses .. Hector soon pulled up to the house, got out, went inside, and made a pot of coffee. While his coffee was being made, he noticed that his daughter was nowhere to be found. maybe she is still sleeping. he said, as he grabbed the news paper to quickly look through it. Zeus loved it when she shuttered, as it created more movement on his hard shaft. Even though his whole entire penis cannot fit, it still felt good to him, and soon was climaxing himself again, making him shoot cum into her for the second time, and he whined loudly. But after the second time, he got tired, and dismounted her. he nudged his head to her and her breasts, and then went to go drink some water. Thor on the other hand was getting very jealous, and he was pawing the ground and whined to get her attention.
Thread: Daddy's dirty little girl

Zellie moaned again as he came and shuttered once more glaring when he pulled out. her orgasm was not nearly as satisfying. seeing that THor was getting jealous she giggled and swapped stalls behind sure to lock the other she smiled good boy Thor, go ahead my attention is now yours. she said and bent over.
Thread: Daddy's dirty little girl

Hector heard the horses whine outside, and was wondering what was spooking them. when he looked out there though, the barn was still closed. maybe one of the females is in heat again. he thought, as he made his coffee. He took a sip of it, and enjoyed it throughly. He looked around the house, and knew what relaxing meant now. No noise, no work, just relaxation, and what ever he wanted to do. Thor was as happy as could be. before she could assume the position, he licked her boobs and pussy, and when she did, he jumped on her, and started to get into it already. however, he wasnt exactly hard, and kept falling out.
Thread: Daddy's dirty little girl

She giggled soflty oh, poor thor. she mumbled and got down on her knees she grasped his huge cock in her hand, the juices from her earlier event was leaking out of her slick pussy making her legs shine ontop of the sweat, don't worry I will get you nice and hard. she said and ran her tongue down the top of him before starting too take him into her mouth sucking softly on him moaning at the taste wanting him so badly too grow.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

My name is Silver, Lucian Silver. Im a French teacher at Snowfall Academy. My life is simple, yet exciting. Simple for the fact that this job is easy and the students are good. What makes it exciting is that Im the only male at this academy. It makes me chuckle seeing all the girls blush around me, but I usually dont pay attention to it. It was a Saturday afternoon when I reached a condo of one of my student. Though very smart, her grades in my class are very poor. Thanks to a meeting with her parents, I agreed to be her tutor for the rest of the semester. As I smile and my silver hair brushed against the wind., I head to the door, hoping she was there.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

Abigail Shelton took care not to let her black patin mary jane shoes click too loudly against the tile flooring as she walked from the staircase to answer the door. Without thinking, she opened the door with a knee-jerk greeting, Good afternoon. How may I help you? However the last to words faded as her mint green eyes widened in shock at seeing her French teacher standing at her front door. True, she knew he was scheduled to come today to tutor her, however apparently she had never fully comprehended the effect of seeing him outside the class room, let alone at home, would have on her. Blushing profusely, her hands brushed back long riotous curls of champagne and strawberry blond, then fiddled with the frills of white lace on her burgundy rose dress. A burgundy bow pinned back the side locks from her face. Somehow, her attire had her looking younger than sixteen. She stammered a little as she spoke again, M-my parents ap-pologize, but they had to leave for the afternoon to visit my grandfather. P-please, do come in. She stepped back, narrowly avoiding tripping over her own feet to let him in the door. In the golden light of her home, the natural paleness of her skin, spattered here and there with flecks of gold and coffee freckles and beauty mark moles, didn't seem near as severe as it normally did under the bright fluorescent lights that hung in her classroom.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

It was odd for me to see a student outside their normal bule and white school uniform, But it also felt good seeing that their just normal kids. I notice how see looked and I smile she had beauty for smart student. It's no problem. I'm just glad to have found this place, I said with a smile. I soon took off my sunglasses so she could see my silver eyes. Since it was the weekend I decided to be laid back and wear my blue sleveless t-shirt and blue jeans. I had no clue why she was acting like that but it did made me lightly chuckle. Thank you for letting me in. There's no need to blush Abigail, I am your teacher, I smiled and entered with my French book.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

The sight of his silver eyes flashing brilliantly in such a casual environment, not to mention close proximity, sent a fresh wave of shock coursing down her spine like little bolts of lightning. in the classroom, it was easy to school herself to look slightly elsewhere than those eyes while still maintaining an attentive posture. Up close, that little blinders trick wouldn't work so well. He was mesmerizing as he was before he unleashed those piercing eyes. She felt suddenly all too warm, tingly, and something else she couldn't identify. She closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath, ordering her mind to focus on being a polite hostess and student rather than letting her treasonous body distract her so. Opening her eyes, she smiled and tried to ignore his allure as she spoke, Certainly, you are right, Professor. I apologize for my foolish behavior. I don't know what came over be, but I will see that it doesn't happen again. Right this way, sir. She lead him to a parlor tucked away in the back with a lovely picture window featuring a view the lake frames by autumn colored trees and tall elegant evergreens. On a large round antique table sat school supplies and a platter of various snack items and a pot of spiced cider next to a pair of mugs. Sticks of cinnamon lay ready to garnish the drinks. Let me know if it gets chilly for you. I can switch on the gas fireplace in the corner, she said as she courtesied beside the table. Also in the room was a wall of bookshelves and display cases showing off various knickknacks, several colorful potted plants, two three-foot bronze sculptures of Apollo and Hermes on black marble pedestals, several impressionist paintings, a pair of navy armchairs, several birds-eye maple end tables, and a coffee-colored large soft-leather couch accented with aged brass buttons that gave it a sort of Victorian look. A soft rug of brown fur, likely grizzly bear, trimmed in a circle lay on the floor by the bricked hearth. The fireplace, though gas, was designed to look authentic. One could easily see why it would be a favored place to study or simply relax with a good thick novel. ooc Sorry about the length, I seem to be having fun getting all descriptive on people today. lol
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

I looked around and got impressed by the placed she lived in. All those knickknacks, greek myth statues, not to mention the great scenery I got to chance to see. This was way better than the apartment I'm used to live in. I continued to look at her and still see the coloring around her cheeks. It was a good feeling that she had feeliing, though I believe it's just shyness. I sat on a chair admireing the stuff on the table as she courtesied. That would be fine Abby, I smiled and nicknamed her. I go over to her and gently placed my hand on her shoulder. I'm glad your clam now. Let's begin your lesson, I said looking into her eyes lol. it's cool
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

How did he manage to overwhelm her so effortlessly? First he called her by the nickname so so adored but never heard as she was too reserved to admit how much she hated hearing her full name. Abigail, it sounded like some shriveled old dowager, like the grandmother that was always finding some pathetic fault of hers to nitpick. Then, he'd placed his hand on her shoulder. In most situations such familiarity was nothing, but this was a school teacher who's awards and appearance had made him nothing short of an angelic celebrity who's attentions was fought over on a regular basis. Who was she to merit the warmth of his fingertips upon her person, even in such an innocent manner? Finally, there was those shimmering quicksilver eyes again, daring her to return their gaze and get caught in their spell. The chime of a grandfather clock jolted her back to complete attention on the here and now. She dared, for a moment to wonder how long she had frozen, before she blinked her soft green eyes with long blond lashes. Lesson, yes... she stammered as she shifted awkwardly into a chair and plucked up her textbook. She flipped through the pages to find the chapter the class was currently on, then pulled out her notebook and pencil. Commenons s'il vous plait.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

It almost looked like she was about to melt. I can't see why, I'm just a French teacher after all. I just want her to relax and to begin the lesson. I soon notice her green eyes. I do have to admit they were cute on her. Not to mention how she looked. on a saturday. Her silky hair, her blushing cheeks, her soft lips, her awesome legs, her nice firm round...wait! What am I saying? Thank goodness for the grandfather clock. I soon brabbed my books and began. Abby, repeat what I say Bonjour, comment allez-vous aujourd'hui? I didn't know it yet, but my hand glided to her hand and I held it gently.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

Abby made a great effort to repeat the words slowly, yet her tongue seemed to fail to reproduce some of the more fluid nuances as she spoke, Bonjour, comment allez-vous aujourd'hui? Frowning in frustration at herself, she tried it again. The second time through, her words died under a case of tangle tongue. The large warm masculine hand encasing her small cool one sent a shiver racing through her while goosebumps prickled across her fair skin. She cleared her throat, frowning further at the flood of heat tingling in her cheeks. I apologize, Professor, she said swiftly. Please continue. It was only after the words came out that she realized how easily they could be taken for a double entendre. Even worse, she couldn't push herself to correct the implication. She lifted her gaze to peer directly at him through her golden lashes, daring to let his eyes swallow her as she waited for his reaction. Could he hear the beat of her heart which pounded like a thundering drum in her own ears?
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

Poor abby, she was trying so hard and doing her very best through her attempts to speak in French. I held on to her hans and her face turned red probbly more red than before. You're doing well Abby, no need to apologize, I tell her. Now lets try telling people your name. Just say 'mon nom est' and then your name rather it be Abigail or Abby, I tell her. Once again my warm hand moved from her hhand to her blushing cheeks. As I gently caress it, I tell her, I believe you can do it. My silver eyes continued to be locked on hers.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

It took a moment for her to coax her voice to work, but she managed to reply in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, M-mon nom est Abby. Why did her voice have to quiver like that? Why did she have to act like such a fool? He was clearly trying to help her, soothe her nerves so that she could perform better with the lesson. Yet, his hand on her cheek made her heart twitter and strange sensations course through her young body. Without realizing it, she ever so lightly leaned in, turning her head just a tad so that her cheek lay more fully in his palm. She was slightly dazed as she repeated the phrase again, yet somehow that allowed the words to roll better off her languid tongue, Mon nom est Abby. Even as she finished speaking, her lips remained parted just slightly, perhaps accommodating how her breath changed to meet the quicker beat of her heart. She didn't recognize herself, these actions her body took without consulting her. Though, somehow she was ceasing to care, merely noting the changes and rolling with them, compliant as though this were nothing so completely new to her.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

I was impress, very impress. With her calming down she can preform better. Great job, you sounded like a beautiful french lady, I tell her I soon notice that her lips were parted and her cheek was in my plam more. I couldn't help but blush at this as I soon leaned over to her. What's wrong with me? What is my body doing? Inch by inch I was getting closer and closer to her soft lips. When I stop, my lips very close to hers. If I press foward i would be kissing her. I wanted to pull back, but my body was denying me that right. Should we continue I softly said and her.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

Her emerald eyes, darked and glassy with unchecked passion hooded a little more as her body started to melt in towards his, the curve of table barely acting as a barrier against her midriff. She smiled faintly, thrilled at the compliment received in reward for her speaking. When she answered him, she answered in the one of the few French phrases that she had managed to retain, Oui, sil'vous plait. The way her lips feathered across his as she spoke sent another thrill through her that left her lips parted a little parted a little more as a whisper of something between a sigh of pleasure and a pleading moan escaped her increasingly uninhibited porcelain throat. Oh how her mind grew ever more hazy while anticipation quivered through her belly. It was all so very new to her, but in this moment, with this man, she couldn't bring herself to care. It were as though reality had bled into a dream. What a lovely dream.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

Her lips feathering against mine put a shiver down my spine. Her voice was like an angel from heaven. My heart was racing along with hers, if not faster. I felt like a puppet as my hand caress her cheeks even more. I wanted to beg the puppetmaster to stop for she is my student. However, another side of me wanted to stay like this, if not more. Repeat after me...Embrasse-moi, car je suis dans l'amour I said. I couldn't believe what I just said. I was suppose to teach her about how to say her favorite color next, but I asked her to kiss me. Soon the cruel puppetmaster pushed my head forawrd and I kissed her innocent soft lips. The he pulled me back but not by much and looked in her green eyes again.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

The warmth he radiated through that simple kiss dazzled her. She found herself caught on the alluring, exquisite sound of his voice injected with such a provocative tone. It moved her in a way she could have never possibly imagined. The nervous constrictions on her voice, the way she moved, melted like ice under a Mediterranean sun. Though she still spoke barely above a whisper, an infusion of boldness faded in, drawing out the words she spoke, Embrasse-moi... car je suis.. dans l'amour. French was indeed a language of passion, for only in passion could she manage to let it flow like the sensual trickling mountain stream it should resemble. There was a look in her eyes, at the moment, that seemed to promise she would follow him anywhere like a mouse after the pied piper. When had she shifted to where the table no longer blocked her from sliding closer? Of it's own accord, her body arched to press flush against the curve of his, the generous curve of her breasts obvious as they pillowed against him. Was it her imagination or did her bra seem a little tighter than usual? She couldn't fathom why. She tossed the thought away in favor of focusing on the feel and sound of him, his breathing, his voice, his touch.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

I could almost hear the sound of the puppetmaster laughing as I heard her say that. The passion, the heat, it was driving me crazy, driving me up the wall and onto the ceiling. Trs bon, very good i said. That damn Puppetmatser controlled my body again. He forced my arms to move the table away so nothing was between us but air and oppertunity. I satood up and go to Abby. Standing her up, my arms goes around her waist and i give her another kiss. This kiss was far more passionaye than the last. It was like I was saying to her that I wanted and need her. Je te veux, mon amour. Say it, I said before I kissed her again.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

For a moment, he could feel the sag in her muscles as she melted in immediate response to his words of approval. Yet, just as swiftly, a surge of fluid yet sure strength collected in her spine to rush through her small seemingly delicate frame so that she moved with him like gently cooked pasta. Yielding yet supplely fervent. His renewed kiss, stronger than the last, stoked the flame within her. She drank it in, studying it as she did everything new to her. Just as she was to respond, he broke away. She just barely managed to restrain her urge to moan in protest. The words he asked her to speak didn't need translation. The way he spoke them, the way his body spoke them said everything. Her recital of those words would have been just as clear as her previous recital had his lips not turned them into a breathy mumble as he stole her ability to speak. Her return of his kiss was open mouthed and light as a breath shuttered out of her. She took but a moment to gasp before sealing her lips against his, something within her driving her to devour his lips with hers just as he had done with her words. For as new to this as she was, she held no lack of passion nor shy resistance. Something in her young blooming body told her she needed this. Like the air she needed to breathe. She burned. And although this pressing harder into his, letting her arms drift to clutch at him, wrapping securely around the back of his neck, made her burn all the more, it also soothed her. It soothed in a way she had no words to describe.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

I knew she understood my words, the kiss was proof of that. I really ment it as I continues the kiss. Soon, like a serpant, my tongue peered out of my mouth and entered hers. It was on the hunt for her tongue. It search high and low inside her wanting to just play and dance with it. It finally connects and it soon became real love to me. My heart mealted, my spine shivered and my hands became something more. It was twitching, shaking wanting to touch all over her like a frantic explorer. My hands did just that. Feeling allover her body. Starting at her back followed up to her curvy hips, then to her waist until finally reaching her innocent breasts. I couldn't stop myself, and frankly, I didn't want to as I began to massage them gently.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

The brush of his tongue was startling to her at first. Yet the foreign sensation swiftly turned deeply arousing. She let him play at first, again, studying his methods, weighing her reactions to them. Then his hands began to roam her curves. What started as a distraction turned into an additional form of seduction. When he cupped her breasts and began to caress them, she moaned into his mouth. When his talented finger crossed her sensitive nipples, she broke away to gasp, her eyes, having long since shut, squeezing tighter shut as she trembled in pleasure. Her green eyes opened briefly, then shut again as she found his mouth again. Her tongue slipped out to seek his. What started as a slow, hesitant slide against his tongue became faster, bolder as she tasted him. Her tongue twined with his, learning to wrestle while her lips nudged harder against his. A break, a gasp, and she came back for more. She found herself suckling at his lips while her tongue resumed its dance with his, then relaxing against him, then suckling at his tongue. Her hands began to follow the rhythm she was finding as they dared to wander the masculine muscles of his back, fingertips lightly digging at them at times just to feel them move while her own body trembled. What was once a simple flame was becoming a raging fire. One that pulsed decadently through her body, driving it to do things it never had before. It coaxed her muscles to cling and quiver, submit then demand, a back and forth give and take. It was a fire that burned straight down through her core. It pooled in her breasts, in her hardening nipples. It danced down through her belly, to lap at a place hidden between her thighs. The more it lapped, singed, burned, and stabbed, the more breathless and wanton she became. Her hair might be far more blond than red, but there was a vibrant spirit inside her awakening to reveal a hidden passion surely blooded by a tempestuous Celtic ancestry somewhere in her genes. Who would have ever thought this devoutly straight-laced good little girl would have such a boldly wicked secret side hidden away? She, herself, was so shocked by it, she could do nothing but roll with it.
Thread: The Silver Tutor (Silver117xAkatala

I must...I had to...I want her right here, right now. I'm just so suprised for only a second. After all, she's my student and I'm her teacher. What started as unwielding innocence has now turned into a fire, a fire that was hotter than the sun itself. I couldn't believe she return the favor with her tongue. It dance, teased, and toyed within my own mouth. I didn't had a problem as they tango with each other. I finally broke the kiss and steped back. Eventhough I did, it didn't ment I was going to stop. No, I was just getting started. My hands reached for her shiirt and lifted it over her head. It cause her bra covred breast to bounce a bit as it tossed it to the ground. I soon unbutton the buttons on my shirt and opens it revealing my muscular upper body. I need ie friction, friction against each other, so I held her, kissed her and move my body against hers.