Thread: Westminster Academy (Charon & iHane)

Returning from his daily run Ian watched the bus pull up in front of the Admin building and cursed himself as he checked his watch. He'd lost track of time once again, paying closer attention to his body while he ran rather than the time. He'd always been a runner and the undeveloped region around the campus rather reminded him of the Lakes District back in England and had been a major draw when he'd been recruited by the school. Realizing time was tight, he picked up the pace to his apartment so he could shower and change before the selection ceremony. This was his third year at Westminster Academy, and an important one for him as well. The Englishman had enough tenure this year to ensure that he would be able to choose a girl of his own, rather than having to share her attentions with another faculty member. He presumed it could be hard for them to serve two masters and the thought of training a girl to his expectations excited him. He climbed the stairs quickly, two at a time, to reach his small faculty apartment unlocking the door and entering quickly. Jessica was there, kneeling on the padded mat by the door wearing her white school blouse held closed by a single button and lace panties. Her hands were clasped behind her back and her hazel green eyes looked up at him expectantly. She was a senior this year and the thought of her graduating both pleased and disappointed him. Bollocks. I'm running late again, help me get ready. He was already pulling off his shoes, hopping as he made his way toward the bathroom. Yes sir. Jessica spoke as she rose from the mat and crossed the room to him. As he pulled the T-shirt over his head, she untied his shorts and in a practiced motion drew them down over his knees. She loved the way he smelled after a run and her eyes beckoned upwards towards his. Please? she begged. He knew he shouldn't allow it, but the look in her eyes and her mouth so tantalizingly close to his cock was more than he could resist. Only until I am hard, then into the shower. He reached over to start the water running as he spoke. Thank you sir. She whispered on a sultry voice before taking his dick in one hand, her mouth finding its head and sucking hungrily. With her other hand she unbuttoned her blouse and shook out of it exposing her perfect breasts. She began to pump his shaft, slowly at first and then with more vigor and moaned softly as he grew hard in her mouth. He didn't want her to stop- she was his first and favorite, and in the three years they'd been together she'd learned every way in which to bring him pleasure. But he'd given her the conditions and they had to be met. She knew she was supposed to stop now that he was hard, but her rebellious streak paired with her desire to bring him pleasure meant she wouldn't until ordered to. Some things never changed. That's enough, into the shower. His voice was clear and patient and she rose dutifully to strip off her pink lace panties. She adjusted the temperature slightly before stepping in, making room for him to join her. Ian was just over six feet tall with an athletic build and he sometimes found it hard to believe that he would soon be 35. His legs were strong and muscular as was his chest and abdomen. There weren't many distractions at Westminster Academy other than Jess or the occasional taste of another girl, so he spent hours a week in the Fitness Center and the results were obvious. He squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his hand and began to scrub his short dusty brown hair. As he did he felt Jess press her tits into his back as she reached around with the bar of soap to wash his chest, moving slowly lower until she once again held his cock in her free hand. No more, I'm late. His voice was more forceful then before and she knew she was on the verge of being insubordinate which he would not tolerate. She let go of him and went back to washing him as he'd wanted. A few minutes later he was done and stepping out, choosing to towel off himself rather than let her do as she normally would have. You may finish showering and then go back to Mr. Welcher. I'll see you in a few days when you're mine again. He hurriedly put on his suit and checked his watch before dashing back to the auditorium for the ceremony. Most of the all male staff were already assembled by the time Ian got there and found a seat. He was happy it wasn't a first-come, first-served arrangement, not that any of the girls were unattractive or desirable, his competitive side never wanted to be last in anything. By tenure was how Westminster Academy handled the selection. The Old Goats had first choice and he watched the men, many in their fifties as they were called up to the stage one by one to pick. He watched the girls as well as they were led away by men who were most likely older than their father and wondered if he would become one of them, the promise of a nubile girl every fall too alluring to pass up. Finally his name was called and he made his way onto the stage. There were about eighteen or so girls to choose from and he took his time, he was looking for something special, something different. He would stop to look at a girl, run his hands along the small of her back, or through her hair. He didn't speak as he did so, taking them in with all of his senses.