Legion Of Filth Erotic Stories NEW RELEASE
You never know, maybe someday you too will be able to say my super sexy prep room teacher is also my super sexy sex-slave.
Hi, my name’s Billy Hamelin. You may or may not have heard of me. If you haven’t, I’m sure you’ve heard of my dad, Wallace Hamelin. Yeah. That Wallace Hamelin, the inventor of the Trapper Keeper. Needless to say, after all the success of the Trapper Keeper, we were pretty well-off for a while there, before my dad got sick and passed away in the mid 90’s. That’s what happens when you decide to have a son when you’re 63. It’s not like I’m mad at my dad for being so old when he had me. It’s not like you can blame him. He is my dad, after all. And even though I didn’t get a lot of time with him, the time I did get was pretty awesome, and I really do appreciate it.
By far, one of the coolest, and probably out-there things my dad ever did for me was on the Christmas following my 18th birthday, when he bought me a sex-slave. Yeah, I told you it was pretty out-there. But, again, I’m not complaining. At the time, I thought I was pretty fucking lucky – excuse my French. And I still do. Especially when I found out who my sex-slave was, well, none other than my absolutely gorgeous and super sexy prep room teacher, Miss Rose.
As we arrived at Miss Rose’s apartment, I was finding it more and more difficult to keep my eyes open. Especially with the better part of three supercalifragilisticexpialidocious loads shot out of me, and all in a very short amount of time, which were now living life inside my super sexy prep room teacher turned super sexy sex-slave’s stomach.
Then, Miss Rose excused herself, leaving me in her very pink bedroom. A second later, I heard her shower going.
I shrugged and after a brief looksy around her bedroom, I discovered her photo albums, I grabbed one, hoping to find some kind of rare treasure, maybe something with Miss Rose as a little girl, or maybe as a not so little girl in a bathing suit, as if I hadn’t already seen practically every sweet and perfect part of her already. Still, sometimes nothing affixes something to your brain like a photo. However, once I took the photo album, and settled on her super soft and super fluffy pink bed, it wasn’t long, approximately a page or two in, I zonked out, buried somewhere in the deep of her super soft and super fluffy pink bed.
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I’m not sure how long after, I woke to the faint sound of Miss Rose singing softly and even dancing about, quite happily to herself. For a second there, I thought for sure some little cartoon critters, maybe some birds or squirrels were gonna come in through the window and start singing and dancing right along with her – you know, like we were in the middle of a Disney movie. And why not? I mean, Miss Rose was definitely pretty enough for all that. And as if Miss Rose wasn’t pretty enough, there she was prettying herself up even more, adding even more pretty to her gorgeously perfect doll-like face and shiny dark brown hair, all while she continued to prance around in a matching light pink bra and panties. As she moved, I couldn’t help but notice her big blue catlike eyes batting around, sometimes even in my direction, not to mention her nearly over-flowing breasts, nestled nice and snug in her bra, but not so snug they didn’t bounce around, sometimes even in my direction, also.
As usual, I tried my very best not to stare, but, as usual, my cock had different ideas, and as soon as I caught a glimpse of Miss Rose dipping her perfumed fingers down inside her pink panties, well, my cock just couldn’t be stopped, growing fast and hard in my slacks.