Mandingo Men For the last three years, I have been teaching English as a Second
Language. I have had several students at various levels and for various
lengths of time. Two years ago I had started working with Wu. He was
Chinese and a project manager at a local car factory. He was a very
intelligent man and probably had a vocabulary that surpassed mine, but he
pronunciation needed some sharpening.
When I first started working with Wu he was alone, but soon his
wife, Betty, moved to the US. Betty was a nickname, I'm not sure if I could
pronounce her Chinese name. Like many Chinese students, she had taken an
American name in English class and used it when she moved to here.
A combination of several things led to my working on Betty's
English. The main reason was Wu would never be on time for our meetings. He
always had one complication or another at the factory that needed
attending. So while I waited for him, I would work with Betty. Like Wu, she
had a very good understanding of written English, but on the other hand,
her ability to use the language was at a much lower level. So our
conversations called for many hand gestures, pictures drawn on a tablet and
many facial expressions.
I didn't enjoy the fact that Wu was often late, but working with
Betty was a pleasant compensation. She was eager to learn and attractive.
For an Asian woman, she had large breasts. They were sphere like. Though I
fantasized about those breasts quite often, I never let the thoughts go
past my imagination.
I liked both Betty and Wu, but was always near ending our lessons.
The fact that Wu was always late, made me wonder how long I would continue
giving lessons. It wasn't that Wu was always late, it was also a case of
never knowing when he would appear. He might be 10 minutes late, or he
might be two hours. I made a habit of leaving after 90 minutes. I knew
eventually, I would need to put my foot down and say 'The end.' This would
mean for both Wu and Betty. I couldn't envision Wu accepting my teaching
his wife after dropping him.
One of the main frustrations with this ever changing schedule of
Wu's was often Betty would have possession of the car. In the middle of our
lesson Wu would call and Betty would leave for 30 minutes to pick up her
husband, leaving me at their small apartment.
During the summer months Betty and Wu's apartment was often quite
hot; something they didn't seem to mind, but I often left dripping with
sweat. The part of China that Betty and Wu were from was also very hot, so
they never seemed to notice that their apartment reached temperatures of
what I would guess was in the 80's. They would wear shorts and light shirts
(much to my delight in Mandingo Men it. Ruby went on to tell me that Rachel
had confided to her that every time I got near her, she became
wet. I nearly fell over. I never though the brown dream ever
noticed me except to chat softly when I stocked her bench. So, I
boldly told Ruby to tell Rachel tat she had a similar effect on
me because I always got hard when I was near her. Later that
day, I noticed Rachel gazing at me, her huge eyes soft and
emotional. I winked at her, and she dropped her eyes, smiling
shyly.
The following morning Ruby, the spokeswoman, came to me and
told me that at lunchtime Rachel just might walk back to the
stockroom. And, if I should happen to wander back there, too,
well...who knows what might happen?
Just before lunchbreak, I went back to the stockroom and
arranged some boxes for her to sit on, making sure they were
about waist high to me. I was walking on air when I went back
out to wait for the whistle. The lovely Rachel was watching me,
and all the other women were watching Rachel. They all knew what
we were up to. Yet, at luchbreak, they all went to the lunchroom
just like always, glancing back with knowing little smiles. Only
Rachel and Ruby remained. I went back to the stockroom and, in
moments, they followed, Ruby beaming happily and Rachel still
holding her huge eyes down shyly.
"Now, you be gently, J.B.!" Ruby cautioned Cuckold Advice Interracial Creampie Breeding of danger. My fears of Wu
walking in were quickly put aside when I realized his mode of
transportation was at the apartment. Also, Betty's request for me not to
leave meant that what she was doing was an apology for the fact that Wu
would be very late.
Though I knew Wu would not be coming home to stop this action, my
sense of morality could. I felt it wasn't right for me to be enjoying
sexual pleasure from my student.
"Wu..." I started, but my thought trailed off when Betty wrapped
her small hand around my penis.
Betty looked up at me, slide her hand out from my shorts and said,
"Wu is at work. He will not come home."
She had taken my attempts to stop her actions, as worry that Wu
would be coming home. Before I could clarify, she had grabbed the elastic
of my shorts and began to pull them down. Though there was resistance in my
mind, my hips lifted so she could slide off my shorts.
Once she had my shorts to my knees she placed her tongue at the top
of my testicles and glided a path of salvia to the head of my penis. Again
she gripped my shaft with her hand, her thumb placed under the head of my
penis, using the saliva to break the friction as she rubbed her round digit
against my erection.
So often had I envisioned a foray into physical pleasure with
Betty, but now it was real and so different from my imagination, so much
better. Never in my wildest fantasies had I believed Betty would be so
adventurous and certainly not so aggressive My fantasies had themes of
making love to an innocent flower from the East. Now I was sensing that it
would be Betty making love to ME.
As she rubbed me with her thumb, she looked up for a reaction. With
that my eyes rolled. I closed my eyes and let out a gentle moan of
encouragement.
Betty slide her thumb down to the base of my penis, taking what was
left into her mouth. The sensation and the fact I was realizing excitement
I had only imagined had my toes curled and my back arched. Betty's reaction
was to focus her tongue where her thumb had been tipping the scales into an
orgasm.
As I let out a long groan, Betty took her hand and clamped down on
my penis, with her thumb secured at the base. This did not stop my orgasm,
but restrained the sperm. As my penis twitched, she continued to massage my
penis with her tongue.
With the ending of my orgasm, Betty released my penis and
unbuttoned my shirt. She stood up and pulled at my arms to do likewise.
Once I was on my feet I kissed her with a soft delicate kiss and firmly
embraced her. My penis glanced against the fabric of her shorts, sending a
shiver through my body. Betty broke our embrace and Define Mandingo
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In front of me and less than a foot away from my eyes was
her big pussy itself. She stepped her feet apart for me, her
great eyes still looking down at me in that same awe, and I was
openly staring at the treasure I had found. Her prominent mound
swelled forward eagerly. I never dreamed that any female could
have such a lovely pussy, but rachel did. I could see the long,
full, dark lips extending back between her thighs now that she
had spread her feet. I could see the pink crack between those
lips flowing perfectly into the cleft of her plumpish ass. And,
the hair that girl had down there! Rachel had more pubic hair
than three women should have; a great wide patch of thick, blue-
black, kinky fur which covered her swelling mound and extended
down the lips and back into the dark warmth to whisper into the
cleft between her buttocks. In front, a thin streak of it ran up
nearly to her navel.
With a soft little groan, I slipped my arms about her hips
and buried my face in the dark place, my tongue already out and
moving. I ate pussy like a starving person, literally washing my
lower features in her flowing juices, tasting the sugary flavors
of her long slit, inhaling the clean fragrances of her, licking,
lapping and tongue-fucking her while the brown dream panted and
squirmed. I have no idea how long I Dark Black Cock Mandingo Redhead one who saw my anger and frustration.
I told Wu that I would not be back this week. I told him that I had
some things to take care of which was true. I had not done my laundry in
several weeks and decided I would cancel our lesson. In the same breath, I
told him I would be over one week late.
I'm not sure what Wu thought, but we said good-bye and hung up. I
think he was thinking I would also cancel the next week as well, that I had
had enough, but was too polite to say so.
I wanted to let Betty know this was not the case so a couple days
before our next lesson I called her at home and told her what we would be
working on. I did this to let her know I planned to show up.
It was obvious Betty was glad to see me again when I arrived. She
had done some shopping. On the table was a couple of cantaloupes, with a
stuffed antelope perched over it, as though it was eating the melon. Like
all the previous times, Betty made no apology for her husband.
We joked about the antelope and the cantaloupe and got out the work
books. After working for 20 minutes, I had Betty take a break from the
lesson. This was common practice in our routine. After we had warmed up, I
would indulge Betty in some general conversation. Usually, it was a break
for me, more than her. As she would look over her book, I would be able to
catch glimpses of her breasts and after 20 minutes of this voyeurism I
could no longer concentrate.
This time was a little different. I felt I needed to explain to her
why I had left. That it was not her fault, instead she worried I would
probably stop the lessons if it happened again. I also told her why I
thought I could not only teach her. She nodded and said she understood.
This was a very frustrating situation for me. Since Betty was such
a diligent student she was progressing very quickly. As a teacher, you
understand that it is up to the student's wishes how fast they learn.
Occasionally you can find a way to spark those desires, but mostly you hope
the embers are burning already and all it takes is a little fanning to get
the fire going.
It was mix of desires and emotions in the room as we talked. I
really regretted the fact that I might have to end my lessons. But other
things seemed to be going on. It was especially hot in the apartment and it
seemed that Betty had her shirt unbuttoned an extra button, which really
wasn't much since she often had her shirts completely button. As we talked,
I noticed that heat had affected the cantaloupes. The cantaloupes were at
peak ripeness and giving off a pungent aroma.
It's overly used cliché, but I was filled with desire, but unsure
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"He did it to you. I can tell by the look in your eyes. Let's
go and get you cleaned up, honey." She tugged on Rachel's brown
hand. "Come on, now. You can look at him later. I know how you
feel now, but we have to get you cleaned up," she added with a
soft chuckle.
She led the trembling beauty away, still smiling at her.
Everyone noticed the slight difference in the movement of
Rachel's hips, too. They all knew why she walked differently.
Rachel was no longer a virgin. I managed to go back to work,
trying to ignore the giggles around me.
Rachel had barely gotten back from the ladies' room when the
forewoman came to us and said that the plant superintendent
wanted to see us in her office immediately. A cold chill went
through me, and Rachel and I glanced at each other. That old
female superintendent was not a woman who put up with anything.
She had, somehow, found out about Rachel and me, and there went
our jobs! Fearfully, we followed the forewoman to the super's
office, and went inside with her. We stood, waiting for the whip
to crack over our head, the forewoman standing beside us, ready
to do her duty.
The old lady looked up from behind her desk, eyeing us
narrowly. "It has been brought to my attention that you two were
involved in some..uh..hanky-panky Cuckold Vid my shaft.
She then crawled forward. With her pussy over my cock, she put her
left hand on my shoulder for balance and with her right hand she directed
me into her.
Betty rocked her hips up and down my penis then asked, "You like?"
I looked up at her smiling...I more than liked it. I grabbed her
waist and pulled her down on me as I lifted up my hips.
"Yes, I like very much," I assured her and continued to pump into
her as her breasts jiggled before me. "Do you like?"
She smiled and her face should some subtle embarrassment, not about
the question, but for her answer: "I like very much your cock in me."
She laid on my chest and we continued to thrust our hips into each
other.
After we had been vigorously humping like animals for five minutes,
Betty lifted her body so she could move her hand back to my penis. I
stopped my strokes, thinking she wanted to change positions.
Grabbing the base of my penis, she continued to pushed her hips
down on me. With her hand gripping my penis only my head was sliding in and
out of Betty. The sensation was amazing and from the sounds that she began
to make this was rattling a few dishes in Betty's orgasm cabinet.
Betty began to whisper softly in Chinese and I could no longer
refrain. She must have felt the sperm pumping into her. Unlike the last
time she let this orgasm flow out of me. As my orgasm poured out of me,
Betty clamped her teeth into my chest. Her bite would leave me marked for
several days; making a smile to appear on my face each time I saw it in the
mirror.
Throughout my orgasm and the biting, she did not miss a beat. She
continued to grind her pussy down on me, eventually causing her to tense as
solid as a ceramic tea cup, then releasing to softness.
My thoughts drifted as though I was dreaming. I longed to just lie
with Betty, but I knew if I remained on the bed listening to her gentle
purring, I would soon be asleep. I knew the telephone would eventually ring
and I didn't want this fantasy to end... yet.
"That was wonderful," I whispered.
It was the kind of wonderful that when you say 'wonderful' you only
wish there was a more powerful word to express the sentiment. You wish
that, and hope it will happen again.
My penis softened and I pushed Betty's hips up. She held the condom
against my penis so it would slide out of her, as I did. Betty rolled
beside me and curled up against me. I kissed the top of her head, her
forehead and then her lips. A passionate kiss that explained how much I had
enjoyed our lovemaking so far. A kiss that hints at a desire for more. I
pulled my arms around her and we hugged tightly. 
Ashley Blue Blacks On Blondes it. Ruby went on to tell me that Rachel
had confided to her that every time I got near her, she became
wet. I nearly fell over. I never though the brown dream ever
noticed me except to chat softly when I stocked her bench. So, I
boldly told Ruby to tell Rachel tat she had a similar effect on
me because I always got hard when I was near her. Later that
day, I noticed Rachel gazing at me, her huge eyes soft and
emotional. I winked at her, and she dropped her eyes, smiling
shyly.
The following morning Ruby, the spokeswoman, came to me and
told me that at lunchtime Rachel just might walk back to the
stockroom. And, if I should happen to wander back there, too,
well...who knows what might happen?
Just before lunchbreak, I went back to the stockroom and
arranged some boxes for her to sit on, making sure they were
about waist high to me. I was walking on air when I went back
out to wait for the whistle. The lovely Rachel was watching me,
and all the other women were watching Rachel. They all knew what
we were up to. Yet, at luchbreak, they all went to the lunchroom
just like always, glancing back with knowing little smiles. Only
Rachel and Ruby remained. I went back to the stockroom and, in
moments, they followed, Ruby beaming happily and Rachel still
holding her huge eyes down shyly.
"Now, you be gently, J.B.!" Ruby cautioned Mandingo Men threw the cushions off
the couch. I realized what she was doing; in a small apartment, the couch
was also the bed. I took over unfolding the couch and Betty opened the
drawer on the stand next to the couch. She set a condom on the arm of the
couch.
I grabbed the waist of her shorts and undid the button and unzipped
her pants.
While doing this, I began to kiss her. Stopping our kiss for a
moment I pushed down her shorts. Her panties rolled up as the passed by her
round hips.
I lifted Betty's shirt and began kissing her belly. As I was doing
this, working my way near and around her dark swatch of hair above her
clit, she removed her shirt and bra.
I stood up and kissed her mouth once again, this time deeper, with
my tongue searching for hers. I lifted her up, pulling her face to mine,
and she wrapped her legs around my waist. We kissed in that position for a
while, lingering and discovering each other's nuances.
I moved to the couch, now a bed, and in this position Betty could
move her legs and stand on the bed. I stepped back so I could remove my
shorts and take off my shirt. I sat on the edge of the bed and removed my
shoes. Betty bent over and wrapped herself over my shoulders, kissing my
neck.
My penis had stirred into a near erect position and when I turned
to Betty she grasped at it; allowing it to slip out of her grasp in a
sensual release. I pushed her back onto her back and as her head turned,
with her eyes looking for the condom, I gently bite her hip bone. She
winced and I began a pilgrimage that would rendezvous my tongue and her
clitoris.
Once at the pagoda that housed her clit, I slid the ends of my
thumbs into her vagina, parting the lips for easier access. I flirted and
tease my tongue against her clitoris. Varying the rhythm I would build
tension in her thighs and then stop, causing her to push her hips toward me
and to clutch at my hair. When I would stop I would dive my tongue into her
vagina or touch the curve of her ass, sliding my tongue across her pussy
lips to her clit.
By now, we were both coated in sweat. I realized I had brought her
to the brink of an orgasm several times and it was the time to zero in. I
increased the pressure of my tongue and just pounded out a throbbing beat
against her knob. She was whispering encouragement, but in Chinese so I was
unsure what she was saying, but I knew I was meeting her wishes and plotted
ahead.
Betty tensed her hips, lifting them several inches off the bed,
holding herself in the position for a few seconds as I continued to tongue
her. Then with a small squeal she totally let go, with her hips dropping to
the bed. Her body squirmed