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“Penny for them,” Sally said, her voice drawing me back into the room, as would a hypnotist clicking his fingers. We were now alone. She sat in a wicker chair in the corner facing me as a low murmur of thunder sounded over the hills in the distance.“What?”“What?!” She mocked, impersonating my cockney accent, “You were miles away, sweetie.” I felt the right side of my neck, running over the tip of my finger over the sore, swollen spot.”“Was I?”“Yes, so where did you go last night?” she questioned, her tone, although light-hearted, couldn’t hide the sense that she was probing. In my mind, I travelled through the previous night’s events before I came to an abrupt halt as I looked out of the window.“I just wandered around the place and chatted to some guy in the wheelchair.”“Max.”“I don’t know his name; American bloke, talks a lot.”“Yes, that’s him,” she said, smiling, but I noticed that something was missing; her mouth grinned but her eyes remained cold, hard and searching. Her position worried me slightly and as far as I was aware, I hadn’t done anything wrong, but her position told me otherwise.“Strange night.”“Yes, it was,” she replied, ignoring my appeal to change the subject. “Were you with him all night?”There it was again, this mild interrogation. My mother would use a similar tactic when she knew I had been naughty, hoping that making me feel uneasy would make me crack. It was obvious that she was pushing to find out how much I either knew or had seen.I guessed that it had something to do with the car and the scrambling, panicked bodyguards that I had seen from the window. If that was the case, then she could have interrogated me until Christmas as I didn’t know anything.“So, who else enjoyed the pleasure of your undoubted talents Joey. One of the waitresses maybe? Max can be such a devil.”“No-one. Not that the opportunity wasn’t there, it just didn’t happen.”“You were a huge hit, mon adorable garçon, I’m sure there were a number of old maids there last night who would have eagerly dropped their drawers.”“Like you?”“Touché.”“It’s strange you say that. There was something that Max said to me last night. He wants me to call him; he says he has an opportunity for me.”“Doing what?”“Fucking rich women, I assume.”“A gigolo?”“What’s that?”“Joey, you amaze me,” she said, laughing out loud and theatrically clasping her hands to her face. “I forget sometimes, but he’s probably right. After hearing some of the comments, I think you could be quite successful.”“How much?” I asked, partly out of interest but also getting a kick out of watching the effect that the conversation was having on her. Her pupils were dark and dilated, and an innocent pink blush coloured her pale cheeks.“Are you asking how much I would pay, or how much the lonely women of society would?”“Both. Do you think it will be worth my while?”“I don’t know. I would imagine that some of your fee would be for your service, and the rest, possibly the greater portion, for your discretion.”“They value their reputation more than a good fuck?”“Don’t put yourself down Joseph, I am sure you will provide a valuable service, but I wouldn’t have put it quite so crudely. Yes, of course, they want to protect their reputation; none of these women however will leave their husbands and run away with you; why would they? But never think your role isn’t valuable. You would become the clandestine, stress-relieving fuck while their husbands are away on business or, if the poor man has managed to piss her off, maybe even with his blessing.”“Really?”“You’d be surprised.”“So, I could earn a living?”“Yes, I imagine you could. almanbahis şikayet Max is nothing other than shrewd and I’d bet that he’s already got a diary full of paying clients ready to go,” she said, looking out of the window towards the threatening black clouds on the horizon.“And you?” I asked.“I thought we already had a financial agreement if my memory serves me right,” she chuckled, “a pound a peek wasn’t it?”“But how much for more?”“Are you really asking how much I would pay you to fuck me?”“Yes, I am. How much?”“Believe me I know many who would.”“Yes, but would you?” I said, trying to draw an answer from her while pulling back the bedsheets and exposing myself. I love that look in a woman’s eyes, the way they widen, momentarily drinking in the prospect before her.I wouldn’t consider myself big-headed to say that I knew exactly what she was thinking and what she wanted, I’d seen that expression so many times now that I’ve become quite accustomed to it.“I suppose it depends on how much you’re charging.”“I’ve no idea how you calculate it. A hundred pounds a centimetre maybe?”“Oh, I think with the clientele that you will be servicing, it may be best to keep it imperial. Let’s say one hundred and fifty pounds an inch.” “Touché,” I returned, “so what are we looking at?”“I don’t know Joey, just how big are you?”“I’ve never measured it. What do you think?” She looked at me from across the room and bit her bottom lip.“Well, I guess there is only one way to find out.” she said, rushing from the room, only to return a moment later with a rolled-up, pink sewing tape measure.“I think we need to coax our boy to his full potential,” she said, staring down at the flaccid cock that lay across my pelvis. Sitting down on the bed beside me, she let the tape measure slowly unravel in her hand. I watched as she reached out, enthusiastically rubbing my cock, smiling as her touch immediately began to have the desired effect, and soon ‘our boy’ as she called it, stood proud and erect in her grasp.“Well, here goes,” she sniggered eagerly, licking her lips, “the tape never lies,” she added, burying the small metal tip into my pubic hair while placing the cotton tape against my skin. Gradually and with great drama, she began to count the numbers out loud as the tape ran through her fingers, slowly rising towards the tip of my cock.“Four, five, six,” she called out as each number revealed itself. “Seven,” she continued, pausing only to turn her head towards me. “You really are a big boy, aren’t you? Eight,” she giggled to herself as the tape touched the sensitive, ridged crown, making my dick twitch in her hand. “Nine,” she announced as the tape arrived at its final destination. “Wow. Nine-and-a-quarter inches.”I looked up beyond her as I spotted something shifting in the room opposite. It took me a while to work out exactly who or what was standing in the semi-darkness of the broom cupboard. Only his outline was truly visible against the dim light from the small, frosted glass window. I had no idea how long David had been there observing proceedings, watching his wife lovingly measure her lover’s cock.“And seven inches around,” she proclaimed proudly, unaware of her husband’s presence behind her.“You have no idea how many boys from school would love to be in my position right now” I started, waiting to see her reaction“And what position is that?”“Like this,” I answered, spreading out my arms, “naked here in a bedroom with the school’s sexiest teacher.”“Well, aren’t you the lucky one,” she said, her fingers skating around the coarse crown of my cock, “I think I got almanbahis canlı casino the pick of the litter.”“How do you know? How can you be sure there isn’t someone else?”“Believe me, Joseph. If you had any competition in that department, I’d have heard about it.” “Is that how you heard about me?”“Yes, it is; I remember it well,” she began, moving towards the window and leaning back on its sill, “it was Mrs Price. She entered the staff room one day and excitedly cornered a group of us in the kitchen area.”I sat up in bed, resting my head against the cold bars of the headboard. Across the hall, I noticed as the ghostly mass slid his tight shorts down around his ankles and sat back in a chair.“She couldn’t wait to tell us, ‘does anybody here teach Joseph Potter?’ she said. I didn’t want to say anything at the time. I’ve never been one to get too involved in idle chatter or gossip and assumed from her overly zealous manner, that she was about to drop a bomb. That said, eavesdropping in on a little scandalous chit chat never hurt anyone, and it can relieve the boredom of a rainy Wednesday afternoon.”“I listened like the others for her to complete her announcement. ‘Well, I overheard some girls talking in class this morning, and by all accounts, he’s hung like a horse.’ Trust me, Joseph, if anyone else was blessed like you, we’d have heard about it.” She stopped talking and sat back down on the bed. There was something that this weekend had conjured up inside my head and now seemed as good a time as any to bring it up.“When you came to the changing room that day, was this weekend already planned?”“Yes, this gathering had been arranged long before our encounter.” “At what point did I get involved?”“That, my dear, was David’s idea. As I told you yesterday, there are no secrets between us, but there must have been something in what I told him about you that touched a nerve. We have an arrangement, an understanding, but I think you already know that. He has his lovers and I have mine, but when I told him about you, your age, your …, well, your cock, he became almost obsessed and wanted to know every tiny detail. He rearranged the evening so that it was you that fucked Eve, rather than the customary black stallion. The fact that she was a school administrator just added a touch of spice.”“Why is it always a black guy?”“Tradition I suppose; it’s the way it’s always been. It goes way back to the slave-trading days. Une grande bite de noir, a big black cock. Isn’t that supposed to be every woman’s fantasy and every man’s nightmare? The original choice was kept for the purple room.”Just the sound of those words piqued my curiosity. “The purple room?”“Yes,” she said, her eyes narrowing as again the interrogator returned, “I take it your explorations last night didn’t take you down there.”“I heard it mentioned.”“Yes, well …” she said, her voice trailing off as she turned her face towards the window. Outside the first drops of rain were beginning to fall on the warm stone patio outside. You could smell the change in the air, a strengthening wind was gradually beginning to find its way through the thin gaps in the wooden shutters.“A storm is forecast for later,” she stated, her voice breaking through whatever thoughts preoccupied her. She continued to stare blankly out through the window slats, before returning her attention back to me.“So, tell me, what do the boys say about me?” The question came out of nowhere and took me back for a second.“How long have you been storing that one up?”“Just curious.”“Really?”“Tell me.”“Well, your tits and arse are most definitely almanbahis casino a regular subject in the common room. And I’m sure that you are aware of the gang of boys who gather at the bottom of the stairs in block C waiting to see your famous tits bounce as you come down, but you already know that don’t you miss?”It was clear from the way her nipples hardened noticeably through the black nylon of her bikini top that the thought turned her on. I’m sure she would argue that it was the sudden rush of a cool breeze through the window which caused the effect, but that would be a lie.“You once asked if I thought you dressed for me at school. Did you choose your clothes just to turn me on? Well did you?”“Of course not.”“Are you sure, because sometimes it felt like you did?”“What do you mean.”“The low-cut tops and short skirts. Surely you knew what effect it was having on us.”“Did I turn you on, Joseph? Did you sit at the back of my class with a raging hard-on? Do you think I’m unaware of all the comments? I don’t think it mattered what I wore, those adolescent dicks would still have responded.”“So you enjoyed it?”“Who wouldn’t? Who wouldn’t enjoy hearing that you are the centre of someone’s ardour? Knowing that somewhere a boy is lying in bed at night, masturbating while thinking of me. You must think the same.”“What, that someone’s wanking over me?”“Absolutely.”“I’ve never thought about it.”“Bullshit. You can’t be unaware of what people are saying about you.”“Who?”“Ahh, now who’s intrigued?” she said, laughing. It was infectious and I couldn’t help but concede.“Okay, you got me.”“It’s a tale as old as time,” she said, absentmindedly, running her fingers through her tangled red hair and giving me a look that reached deep into my soul. ”The teacher and the pupil.”I knew exactly what she meant, as she returned the wicker chair, sitting back, her right leg crossed over her left, her dressing gown tantalisingly riding up to expose a large expanse of pale white thigh.“What do you think your husband would say, if he saw us here, right now?” I asked, staring out in the direction of the shape across the landing.“David has a complex personality; it’s difficult to judge. He can be a possessive man who likes to be in control, so I don’t know how he would react,” she answered. “You fascinate my husband, Joseph, do you know that? He is always curious to know who or what has been keeping his wife amused while he’s away.”“I amuse you?”“Yes, you do, very much.”“Just something to play with while hubby’s away?” I said, asking her the question, but secretly directing my comment towards the shadowy figure across the hall.”“It’s really not like that.”“It is, Sally. I know my place in all this. And after last night I have an inkling where my future heading. You once said to me, ‘everybody has a talent,’ do you remember? Maybe if I use mine wisely, I could stash some money away for a rainy day. By the way, did you know my other talent is mind-reading?”“Really?” she said, in a kind of uninterested way.”“Absolutely.”“What am I thinking at this precise moment?”“That’s easy,” I said, closing my eyes and looking up to the heavens as if for guidance, “at this precise moment, I can see that there is only one thing in your head.”“And what is that pray tell.” I could sense the smile on her face even with my eyes closed, the slight giggle in her voice giving her away.”“You’re thinking, ‘how can I get his cock inside me?’” I sensed a slight shuffle from the room across the hall as I spoke, and maybe I imagined, it but I swear I heard a groan as David brought his dick to life.“What makes you so confident that I will be that easy?” she asked, staring at me.“It’s in your eyes. I have learnt to recognise that look.”“From me?”“Yes, and the others.”“Others?” she asked, showing just the slightest hint of indignation, which of course I enjoyed.
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