Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2003 16:54:21 +0100 (BST)
From: b b <beverley_now2002@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Getting paid by teach part 5

I stopped seeing Mr Taylor for about six weeks because
of the summer holidays. After I returned to school in
September he seemed a little cool with me, I was a
little upset but I didn't push things too much. I
didn't need extra lessons any more so I had no need to
go to his house.
After a couple of weeks I decided to confront Mr
Taylor, I saw him enter a classroom and I followed him
in. He looked at me and walked past me and closed the
classroom door. I asked him if he was ok and he said
he was fine and that the reason he hadn't wanted to
see me was that he was getting married. I was
completely shocked, I sat on a seat and cried, I was
so distraught. Mr taylor put his arm on my shoulder
and rubbed my back. I would have sucked him off there
if he had asked, not even worrying about someone
coming in. I told him I needed to see him and we
arranged to meet later that evening at the park, as
his Fiancee would be at his home.
The rest of the day went slowly, I wondered if Mr
taylor would simply tell me to stop trying to see him
or would he still want me, I had no idea.
It was 6.30pm I had had my tea, it was a wet cool
evening, I waited in a shelter at the park. 7 o clock
came and went and he didn't show up. Finally I heard
footsteps and he came into the bus shelter, he sat
next to me and I put my arm to to pull him toward me,
he pulled away and said 'not here' looking over his
shoulder. We walked to his car, "what are we doing" I
asked he opened the door of the car, we're going to my
house, my fiancee has gone to her mothers for the
night. I was so exited, I was going to have his cock
again, I wanted to toss him off as he drove but he
pushed my hand away.
We arrived at his house and we entered, 'you're
soaked' he said to me, and pulled a dressing gown from
a basket in his kitchen, "here, get into this, put
your clothes on the radiator in the bedroom". I
dutifully did as I was told. I still wondered what Mr
Taylor had in store for me. I returned back downstairs
to see Mr Taylor sitting at the dining table, he was
drinking a glass of brandy and smoking a cigarette, "I
didn't know you smoked" I said, "I had stopped but I
have started again" he replied. "can I suck you
please" I asked, "no, its over said Mr Taylor"
stubbing out his cigarette and taking a gulp of
brandy. I dropped to my knees, I was so upset, "here
sit on the couch" he helped me onto it and I held onto
him. "I really want you, please" I begged, "I can't
I'm getting married" "please, I begged again and I
lunged at his crutch, he pulled away but I just had
time to feel he was hard" "you're hard, you want me" I
cried, he hugged me and my hand found his crutch again
but this time he did not pull away. "I need another
drink" he said and stood up and went to the table and
poured himself a big one. "Do you mind?" he asked me
holding his cigarettes, "of course not" I answered, I
love you. He sighed and returned to the couch. "please
let me suck you Mr Taylor" I emplored, He took a slug
of brandy and lit his cigarette, he shuffled a little
in the seat to make his crutch available to me. I
kissed him and he smelt different, he made his tongue
available to me, I hoped so much that he would let me
make love to him. His cock was hard, it felt warm
through his trousers, he groaned as I carressed him.
Undoing his belt he lifted himself up to allow me
better access to him. His flies were now open and my
hand entered, I cold smell him, I pulled out his
swollen member, I had never seen it so big, his
foreskin was already pulled back and the head was
shiny, "my god you are beautiful" I said looking at it
in my hand, it was throbbing and I pressed on a large
dark blue vein rnning up the length, I saw the blood
flow stop and when I released the pressure the blood
flow returned. He tasted good, he felt so big. I moved
so I was between his legs kneeling on the floor. I
want to drink you all tonight please, I said smiling,
"you can my sweet" he replied and continued to enjoy
his cigarette and brandy as I sucked and kissed and
masturbated his wonderful tool. I removed his trousers
and he stood before me, my finger found his anus and
he turned for me, I asked him to lay forward over the
couch, I pulled apart the cheeks of his arse and I
tickled his hole with my tongue before licking and
pushing it right in, I spat on his arse and I felt it
tighten on my tongue. My dressing gown was gaping open
and I gently eased my cock into him, his body
tightened as I entered him, he felt so tight, but I
felt so good, I pushed my whole 7 inches into him and
left it inside for a few seconds, pumping harder I
knew it would not be that long till I come. I felt the
sperm rising as I continued to pound Mr Taylors lovely
anus, "I'm cumming" I cried and Mr taylor pulled away
and his mouth covered my cock, I released a huge hot
stream of sperm into his mouth, it kept coming an two
more hot streams gushed into him, he swallowed as fast
as I produced. I finished and he cleaned me with his
handkerchief, I cleaned him also, wiping around his
arse. For some reason I started to cry, "Mr Taylor I
want you in me" he held my hand and led me upstairs.