This choice: The french woman's toilet • Go Back...Chapter #6The dream is better than the reality by: Anakin Solo   You quickly try to figure out what you are. It isn't easy because the hotest teacher in...like ever is right infront of you - wait, she is over you, like she is higher up than you. You feel, well nothing, realy just stiff. And there is a weard sensation of gargling or no its like when you are at the dentists and they put those things that keep your mouth open and saliva and spit is filling up in the back of your mouth but you can't swallow. You can feel the cool air around your throat. You probably don’t have a mouth at all.
Mrs. Daily walks over to a nice decorative sink. She looks at herself in the mirror, throws a lock of shiny red hair over her shoulder. She is makinga pouty face to herself. Taking a step back she turns sideways givng you a glamours view of her curvs. OH man if you had your...well you don't, but if you did it would be up and harder than a flag pole. You see Mrs. Daily reach into her cleavage, that is so hot, and pull out a tube. Turning back to the mirror she starts doing her lips...wow she keeps lip stick in her boobs. This is too good. You can only stare in rapture and lust, forgeting to try and figure out what you are now. She closes the tube and puts it back, reaching down under her shirt, then with both hands she cups her breasts and you can hear the scruntching as something is reajusted. OMG!
DLING, DIILLLING, DIILLLING!, what the heck was that? Mrs. Daily again reaches for something this time in the pocket of her jacket. She pulls out a cell phone. "Oh, Andr'e. Mwwa, mwwa..." what that accent she starts speaking french. You have no idea what she is saying. But she is coming towards you.
This was so hotttt!
You hope you don't change till something happens...this might be the worst time of your life but this moment, right now was too good to give up. Mrs. Daily is now above you, and you are feeling like a dwarf or something. Wow. Then she turns around, and you get a good look up her skirt. The Pantyhose covers a pit but not everything...cool. She is still taking. "Oh, Andr'e, Je vous veux dans moi." You have no idea what she said but it was hot.
"One moment," she says in a thickly accented english. All you see his her hands come down from either side and pull up her skirt...wait what is going on? Then these hands start working down the housery. Sudently this wasn't so much fun. A feeling of forboding is setting in. What am I? you ask yourself again. What is in a bathroom that I havn't seen yet?
You get an upskirt view of the now naked underside of your french teacher. And sudenly you realize she probably crew up in france becaue...there was a mass of red hair, wow that was some bush...Then without warning that image falls down ontop of you....
You felt it all, wow, she was heavyer than she looked. Your lips or what would be your lips seald around soft, round cheeks. But what was geting you was that you could feel the bush, the hairs scraching just behind your lip, inside your mouth. Your vission is blacked out, where had your eyes been anyway? It dosn't matter at this point. Wow she is heavy. Your mind races, and a word keeps repeating, toilet, toilet, I'm a god damn toilet. Panic would set in but you wern't being crushed and you were just realy realy realy grossed out...have lust for a hot older woman was one thing but you didn't want to suck her ass...
'Hm, mmm," you hear from above.
What?
For several moments you wait and then you feel it deep down. A hot liquid is squirting down the sides of your mouth and filling in at the back of your mouth. You are choking on it but you can’t swallow to make it go away.
"Mon ami Daniell jouerait aussi"
The hot stream eventually stops... oh, oh thank goodness. You thought you were going to drown. A sudent and unexpected jolt of pain goes through you as what felt like your right ear is grabed and twisted almost clean off. then involontarily you suck down and swollow all that piss...eww.
Mrs. Daily gets up off the seat. She pulled up her underwear and went back to wash her hands. Checking herself in the mirror she again adjusted her bra. Blowing her self a kiss she left the bathroom leaving her heals behind. She had to get ready for Andr'e and Daniell.
You don't even pay attention, your just too discusted with yourself, with that unshaven mass and all of this...this has to end.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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