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   The Erotic Writing Institute Written by Marc
   EDITING
   Fanatically curious and acutely observant, Monica has spent her entire
artistic and creative career studying, creating, and advocating for the
optimal erotic experience by keeping herself firmly planted in the average
person's shoes, pants and / or boxers.
   She had even started a group where she posted her drawings, photos and
creative writings.  Before the shopping tour, she had received an email
from the Institute.  "Hi Monica, thank you for allowing me to join your
group.  Enjoyed all of your lovely images and look forward to working with
you in a chat-, cam- and photo session one of these days!" The mail was
signed by the headmaster.  "Dear Monica, hoping to see you soon here with
us again.  Best regards, John".  There was several photos of him attached.
In one of the video posts was a cum drenched painting, "Miss You!"
   Monica had a good laugh at the photos and videos.  John never stopped to
play with his big cock.  However, she had decided to have a break.  Time
for her to do some shopping.  Ten minutes later she was at the local mall
and headed for the supermarket.
   Would your like to know some sexy secrets about modern age shopping? 
Moving into a new neighborhood makes a person sensitive to new things. 
Monica's fine tuning into everything sexual was strong while she didn't
have sex with a man for over six months.  Small things, events or signals
could make her pussy dripping wet.
   More of these strange emotions were going through her head as she
realized that a man had been following her between the isles at the local
supermarket.  She was used to male attention, but she never felt like this
before.  The past 30 months had brought many changes to her life.  The
final one was her move to a new town and this neighborhood.
   It all started innocently enough.  Monica noticed that the man who had
been staring at her was somewhat familiar.  She felt her stomach turn into
knots as he walked slowly behind her.  He was collecting groceries and
house-hold goods into his carriage, just as she did.  She counted that he
had been following her for several minutes.  It was late afternoon at the
local mall and she was getting horny.
   She was there, looking for local products, wearing a tight red summer
skirt, a couple of inches above the knee.  Marque had been watching her
picking items from the bottom of the shelves.  The look at her buttocks and
thighs had given him a nice feeling and his cock stirred.  His thick dick
hardened.
   She's wearing panties, he noticed.  The way she moved between the
shelves made him follow here instinctively.  Her body language transmitted
unmistakable erotic messages.  Marque focused on her tight ass and shapely
legs as she continued to collect items to her carriage.  He wondered if she
was the type of woman who enjoyed sexy, tiny erotic lingerie under her
summer dress.  Marque could feel his cock lengthen down his left pant leg.
   Monica was blushing prettily, obviously embarrassed by the man's
behavior.  "Why am I watching him?" She asked herself.  The man had been
following her deliberately.  Suddenly she realized that her stalker was
familiar to her.  "Oh my God, I know this man," She said to herself.
   Weren't men looking up-skirts, stealing sneak-peaks all the time, eager
to get glimpses of female panties or exposed pussies whenever the
opportunity rose?  Monica wasn't ashamed of herself.  Her attitude to male
attention was very natural, but this was new to her, new town and new
neighborhood.  Why was this happening at the local shopping center?
   She thought about the institute of erotic arts where she'd been working
until the end of the spring semester.
   There was this headmaster with his swinging, hypnotically attractive,
penis.  She enjoyed the memories.  Female teachers loved to look at his
dick swinging when he sometimes strolled naked in his garden.
   "It must be a real monster when erect." One of her friends had
estimated. This reflection made Monica feel strangely weak with desire.  As
a student, at one of the seminaries, she had caught glimpses of his
muscular figure strolling around and working naked in his garden.
   His prick, swinging from side to side, as he strode along the walk-ways,
examining the flowers, was the center piece of attention.  The headmaster
wasn't married, but the gossip said the man was having a healthy sex life
with submissive female teachers - willing to help to give a helping hand.
   Monica too had been sneaking at the headmaster's nude behavior through
the window of her apartment.  She wasn't the only one with an open view to
his garden.  It stuck her; there was something similar with this man in the
supermarket.
   When she returned to the Erotic Arts Institute as a teacher, curiosity
made her buy a strong telescope with a tripod.  As soon as she had it
installed the telescope, she couldn't help peeking.
   The headmaster certainly possessed a huge piece of meat.  Monica had
studied his mighty tool in detail.  She had plenty of sketches of it in her
notebook.  The foreskin not quite joining over the eye of his glans, the
head of which she could glimpse, and testicles proportional to the penis
they served.
   The memory of his penis, nearly twenty centimeters of flesh, and still
not erect, made her feel dizzy.  During lectures, she used to daydream
about having it between her legs.  Now this was a different man, but the
last year's summer camp memories were flooding her mind.
   Monica looked directly at the man's penis; it was twitching inside his
pants, only a little.  He was getting firmer, stiffer, and visibly larger.
   Her mind traveled back to the year she spent on the island.  The female
teachers at the institute giggled and told stories about their bellowed
headmaster.  Monica, like the others, had seen him wanking outdoors, not
once, but frequently.  It was a joyful past-time for the female teachers
and probably for adult students to see him masterfully jerk his enormous
tool with no shame what so ever.
   --
   The episode at the supermarket continued.  Her eyes grew wide as she saw
the unmistakable erection that pushed the left leg of the man's pants into
a tent.  She looked down, too shy to hold eye contact, and she gave him a
small smile in spite of some distress she was feeling.  His behavior was
humiliating.  The man was familiar to her.  Oh no, this was the first time
seeing him at such a close distance.  "It`s my new neighbor!"
   She thought about another message.  "Thank you letting me join the group
i fine that you are one beautiful looking woman and i would love to get to
know you in more way.  The pictures of your lovely pussy, your body, tits
and ass are a cause of constant horniness for me.  I especially thank you
for one where you clit is standing out.  It's such a lovely clit.  Would
love to suck it and feel it with my fingers.  I have looked at all the
photos and all the woman in your group are just has nice as you are. 
Special thanks, attached find videos of me jerking over your pictures." It
was signed by Jack.
   Jack was one of the frequent visitors of the businessman's Creative
Writing Seminar.  She remembered a hot lecture given by herself and Susan,
last summer, when in the middle of the lecture twenty men fished out their
cocks and started to jerk like there was no tomorrow, in front of Susan and
herself.  They wanted to express their gratitude by splashing their sperm
all over the auditorium.  Jack had initiated this masturbation session.
   The headmaster had taken advantage of the trusting innocence of creative
female students entrusted to his spiritual advice, intelligence and the
story goes that there were plenty of willing hands, cock hungry mouths and
dripping pussies, ready to assist and to perform live erotica.  Monica's
mind was drifting back and forth from past to present.
   Man, you are tense; just try to relax a bit, that's not a proper way of
shopping household goods, she thought.  Monica wasn't sure if he had
noticed her staring at him.  She felt embarrassed, humiliated and
exhilarated all at the same time.  "You should have been satisfied with the
hand-job you made to someone over the webcam last night," Monica thought.
She had seen him masturbating yesterday.  She had seen it all, from start
to beginning, how his big hand slid up and down his shaft.
   Grocery stores, also known as supermarkets, are familiar to most of us.
They sell an array of fresh and preserved foods, primarily for preparation
and consumption at home.  Marque glanced quickly at her chest before
turning to see what she was looking at.  His mind was too blurred, couldn't
think about picking any items.
   Marque, the man we are talking about, found himself getting lost in
fantasy.  He realized he was staring at the woman in the supermarket, and
she was shyly looking back.  His freaky ideas did keep him in a constant
state of horniness.  What a strike of luck, he thought, to have such a
gorgeous woman nearby; Marque wasn't able to control his behavior.
   He wasn't sure about where they had met.  There was something familiar
to the woman he was sure.  The fact that she was visiting the same
supermarket could mean that she was a new neighbor.  Marque noticed how
tightly her blouse fit over her sexy big breasts.  Good looking, indeed, he
spoke to himself.  I like that cleavage, he reasoned.
   Monica had already found out with delight that his swollen tool stayed
achingly hard, bulging in his pants.  She didn't know that once aroused in
a public place, it could sometimes take hours, unless he came, to get it
calmed down.
   It was perverse; she felt turned on and couldn't resist looking and
picking up things from the lower shelves.  "This is so unfair," She
thought. "Men like that should not be allowed to go around free.  Those are
the trouble makers making females hot, wet and horny," She reasoned and
measured the erection with her expert eyes.
   She loved her men naked for the best of sensations.  There is not a way
to do that.  Monica continued undressing the man with her creative mind. 
Yes, hope to see more of you wanking more at your house.  She planned to
take photos of the man next time!
   Marque thought about pushing a hand in his left pocket.  For emergency
situations, like this one, he'd cut slits in the lining of his front
pockets and he was weighting the possibility of using that option now. 
"Don't want to stain my pants.  It would be embarrassing." He reasoned. 
However, he would be able to grab his hard-on easily when he needed a quick
release.  It worked wonders in public transports, buses, at movies and
restaurants.  He used the option when driving his car, but there he mostly
fished out his tool and fisted like there were no tomorrow, when driving
long distances for work.
   The shelves were high, no other people were around, Marque saw her
bending down again and he almost got his hand in the pocket for a second
time.  "Why not, I grab my hard cock and begin squeezing." He thought with
a grin on his face.  "Or should I undo my zipper and pull out my stiff cock
and masturbate for here in between the isles." Marque thought about the all
present surveillance cameras.  "Calm down, stupid!  My moments of pleasure
would be recorded and analyzed by security officials."
   Much as he tried to ignore, his wandering mind and eyes drawn to a
pretty big chest and a nice ass.
   Because we're all used to a different model
   In her artistic minds eye she started seeing images of various pricks
all shapes and sizes but always fully erect, even when the images began
spurting their seeds they remained fully erect.  She thought about her
position as teacher, adviser, coach and personal trainer at the erotic
writers' institute.  She started at the island a year ago.
   Most of the participants were young men and women.  The headmaster had
imposed a liberal dress code; all forms of artistic expression allowed. 
Monica had seen results of the no-jerk off rule at the isolated island.  It
drove the men and women into wild and open expression of their sexuality.
   Female teachers and students willingly opened their legs and pressed
willing fingers into their soaked pussies when demanded.
   She had been twelve months at the creative writers' and erotic arts
institute; months of constant stimulation, drooling days and evenings
without relief, and a wild assortment of cocks permanently at display.  The
owner of the institute had succeeded to make his island into a nudist camp.
Coaches and teachers had no choice but to follow suite.
   Monica was looking again at her supermarket stalkers thing pulsing with
sexual potency.  Suddenly, collected his courage, walks up to this cute
stranger and introduces him, "Hello my name is Marque, and I guess you're
one of the new neighbors," and reached out his hand to say hello.
   "Monica is my name." She said raised her head and looked him right in
the eye without even thinking.  "I'm very new to this neighborhood.  "I
didn't have the time to invite you to my house even though we live next to
each other."
   Marque reached his hand out to shake her hand.  "Yes, sure, it's right;
I've seen you a few times from a distance.  But we've probably both been
busy lately."
   Her breathing became erratic as she now saw the object of her mind's
desire; the large bulge in his trousers.  The man was out shopping and
wasn't able to control his tool.  "I've been living only two weeks in the
lovely house, close to yours." She said.  Monica thought and whispered to
herself, "Looking forward to seeing you hard and horny again, Marque."
   Marque noticed that her breathing got heavier.  Yesterday, she had seen
it all, how he'd slowly lowered his pants, revealing his monster cock. 
Trying to be a nice guy, gentleman, he asked if she wanted to have a coffee
at one of the restaurants.  To Marque's surprise, she accepted.  His male
mind started drifting and he was beginning to guess what size her nipples
were and whether she was wearing a bra.  They moved their carriages through
the counter and Marque grabbed the shopping bags.
   The gentleman realized all too late that walking through the isle with
both hands occupied left his tenting crotch an easy target for female
shoppers watching and gazing with amazement as they strolled toward the
cafeteria.  About 30 seconds later, he went into complete panic.  "Oh no,
the friction makes it so big, I can hardly walk." Marque was thinking as
they continued their walk towards the cafeteria.
   Marque's tool was at least 9" hard, impossibly thick and the tight
purple helmet oozed pre-cum like a faucet.  There was now way for him to
hide it.
   She had seen him several times from her upstairs window where she used
to look into his bedroom with her telescope.  It had proved valuable for
her, with a large 80 mm objective lens for the brightest images.  It
offered an integrated sliding sunshade.  Really, a great choice for land
and space observation, but she had used it to find out what horny men were
doing in their houses.  Last night was still clear in her mind.  Monica
blushed.  She had seen this man with a massive hard-on from her up-stairs
window.
   Monica now traced and measured its length through the material of his
summer pants.  The sight had the effect she knew fairly well - a tightening
in her body and a sudden wave of desire.
   "My God," she thought in that instant.  "I want him."
   The waitress stole a glance over to Monica and then back down to
Marque's bulging pants.  The look in her eyes was haunting.  Huge drops of
pre-cum had been gathering on Marque's dick head and there was a big wet
spot around the contours of his bulging mushroom.
   Once seated side by side, at the rear part of the cafeteria, in a cozy
sofa they started to talk, coffee arrived.  The waitress had a full view of
her client's crotch.
   He looks up at the young waitress catching her staring at his crotch. 
"Keep the change," Marque said.  He was quite sure she had seen the wet
spot on his bulging pants.  The large hard-on straining inside made his
trousers look like a tent.  The waitress gave him a smile and wanted to
say, "It was a pleasure looking at your solid thickness.  You truly are
blessed by nature," She murmured so quiet that nobody could hear her,
turned around and walked away.
   The curvy waitress strode off, her firm buttocks shifting up and down in
such a sensuous way under her skirt and arousing Marque's penis to an even
firmer erection, feeling painful as the cock head pressed against the
material of his pants.  A phone was ringing.
   Monica got a phone call and was occupied talking with someone.  As she
searched for a pocket-size sketch book from her bag, her attention turned
away for a moment.  Marque took the opportunity, slipped his left hand into
his pocket and moved the juicy foreskin up over the head a few times.  He
slipped a finger along the slit, which was oozing sticky pre-cum.  He
spread it around the shiny purple head.
   All of a sudden, Monica turned towards him and dropped the sketchbook on
the floor.  Marque was quick to pick it up and ready to hand it over to
her. Something caught his attention: there were obscene pictures of a man
holding a huge penis in his hand.
   Looking into her eyes at that moment, Marque sensed that she might be
thinking the same way.  She said with a hint of amusement in her voice. 
"I'm an erotic artist.  Would you like to see the pictures I have been
drafting during the past days?"
   As she turned round, her gaze immediately dropped to Marque's thick
bulge.  He no longer had his hand inside the pocket, but the wet patch had
become bigger.  He had been playing with his tool for twenty seconds.
   "I guess you felt like forced to feel your cock," She said.  "I did see
when you slid your hand inside your pocket and played with the head." She
had seen him slipping the foreskin back and forth from a mirror.  She was
now looking at the most ridiculously large outline of pre-cum wetting his
pants.
   Her tits were large and round, her nipples stood erect, she was excited.
Marque's mind whirled and his face flushed, but Monica just giggled.  "I am
a sexual being and enjoy sex in many ways." She said.  "Your behavior has
been very extraordinary." She wanted to push her legs apart as wide as they
would go to show her soaking wet cunt, dripping with her own juices. 
"Caution, caution," She said.
   Monica didn't want any explosions, just yet, not in the cafeteria.
   "I am in a constant struggle for balance." Marque said.  "My cock
growing to a shape I try to avoid in a public place.  I just couldn't let
it be.  The way you leaned over and picked items from the shelves turned me
on."
   Monica looked at him, "Are you also aroused by the guilt you feel, the
sense of helpless addiction, the feeling of failure and lack of control?"
She asked.  Monica's skirt was just the right size; barely long enough to
cover her ass, but short enough to make it known that she was wearing
panties when she bent over.  Ample cleavage was showing when she bent over
to display more drafts.
   There was a cartoon of a naked man in front of his computer with a huge
erection.  The cock-head fully engorged and pulsing, a big hand wrapped
tightly around it.  Images of man pumping his huge organ continued from one
page to another.  "Guess Marque, who performed as model and inspiration of
these pornographic pictures?" Monica asked.
   They both laughed, and the conversation continued from there.  She
talked about institute, and people she had encountered.  Marque listened.
"It housed no more than hundred or so students." She said.  "We also
arranged week-end seminaries for business people.  It was pretty
interesting, but I needed a break."
   Monica spoke firmly her face flushed with excitement.  "I have lots of
time to let my imagination run wild." She also explained the reason for not
being married.  "Some of my boyfriends have trouble accepting that I'm an
erotic artist.  Quite a few are afraid about open sexuality."
   Seated in a sofa in the corner of the cafeteria, chatting about work and
their life, Monica leaned back a bit, feeling comfortable.  "I'm a teacher
in creative arts," She said and decided to tell about her previous job and
works.  Some of the teachers were taking advantage of their female
colleagues.
   At the institute, an unwritten dress code stated that female teachers
shouldn't wear pants under their skirts.  "Male co-workers regularly joked
about their right to check out our obedience.  They certainly knew how to
use and impose their rights." She explained.
   Female employees signed unofficial contracts giving permission to feel
them up whenever men working or visiting the institute wanted.  "We had
some submissive teachers as well, and men could enforce their own
humiliating punishments, if they so decided."
   Monica explained that she too was an obedient woman.  She didn't use to
wear panties in public places.  "They expected us to be naked under-neat
during lectures, outdoors excursions, in shops, malls, grocery stores and
while using public transport."
   "A seasoned female employee told me that in classes where good looking
female teachers lectured about erotic art and creative writing, the fleshy
sound of busy hands slapping against swollen and cum filled balls wasn't
rear.  Male students seated in the back rows of an auditorium didn't
hesitate to do what they wanted with their horny cocks."
   In her case, however, the first self-pleasure session took place in the
headmaster's office right after class.  The leader and over of the school
wanted to talk with Monica.  This was at the end of her first week teaching
at the institute.  He wanted to know if the new teacher was happy with the
job.  When she entered his office, he rose up and approached her.
   "Hello Monica, it's nice to see you, a former student, to be her as a
teacher." He said.
   He wasn't bad looking, at least not for a man in his forties.  When she
saw him, wearing tight biker shorts her pussy swelled and moistened just
from past memories.  During the four week seminar Monica had participated
in, four years ago, she had seen the headmaster naked in his garden several
times.
   Watching him do it was obscenely irresistible.  There were rumors that
the headmaster had been able to lick the knob of his cock and coat his
tongue with jism.  However, she didn't dare to ask if his lips could
capture the tip of it.  She wasn't ready for that question yet.
   "Sir, it's nice to meet you again.  Its four years since my last seminar
at the Institute of Erotic Arts, and I now have my degree.  It's a real
pleasure to come back here and to share some of the ideas that have been
growing in my head." Monica explained.  Her pussy was not the only thing
that swelled.
   "Please, call me John; it's good to have you back." He blushed with joy,
shame and embarrassment when he saw his new teacher.  For months, he had
been stroking his member every night as he tried to remember exactly how it
had felt to walk in the garden and to have this young lovely woman watching
him with her telescope.  From the portfolio she had delivered, John
thought, Monica loved his big cock.  Some of the sketched were all to
revealing.  "Did you like the apartment arranged for you?  It has a balcony
and you've a great overview of the island."
   "Yes, it's great and I've seen you're busy in the garden already in
May." She said.
   He laughed, "Yes, and I will spend more time outdoors in the future."
   Monica gasped at the huge size of the penis that was thrusting downwards
between his legs.  It was even bigger than she remembered and she could see
the cock flesh twitter and pulse by sexual arousal.  She imagined the tip
was like a red, rubber ball balanced on top of the excitedly throbbing
column.  His tight biker shorts did accentuate the horny state of the man.
   John's cock had begun swelling as soon as he thought of the busty girl
who was now back as a teacher at his institute.  His organ swelled, grew
and snaked downwards in anticipation.
   Life had gotten a bit more complicate due to the event that happened
with the headmaster as she was a student at the institute.  Male teachers
were not supposed to take advantage of girls learning the tricks and trade
about erotic writing.  John was the headmaster and owner, but she wasn't a
student anymore.  The rules had changed.  This man had a dangerous power in
his pants.
   Monica's eyes were measuring the flesh rod that she'd seen stroked and
pumped more than four years ago from the distance of her apartment window.
She could feel a tiny, but sensuous flexing beginning inside her trembling
vagina.
   She opened her thighs slightly to give him the right idea.  She, the
new, sex-starved female teacher trembled and shook with delirious sexual
pleasure.  Her attention drawn to the man's penis, her clit engorged.
   His fingers fluttered hesitantly over the bulging material of his
trousers and he groaned softly with pleasure.  He moved his fingers along
the length of his swollen organ and said, "We've some odd un-written rules
at this institute.  I wanted to discuss about them.  Things haven't
changed, but you're now here in the responsible position of a teacher,"
John said.  His fingers felt the heat of his own hardness through the
material of the biker shorts.
   "The Institutes reputation for a very liberal attitude towards sex,
sexuality, freedom of expression, and individual rights has to be
respected." John explained.
   Monica was hot and wet and her clitoris fully engorged.  John wanted to
know if she still used to play with herself.  "I'm curious, why such a
lovely woman hadn't married?"
   "I guess, the right man hasn't touched my inner creativity yet," She
said with a smile.
   "I've masturbated over 250 times since December," John explained.  "Like
to do it in various places.  Not so much in the garden and alone anymore.
I've to admit that some of my teachers like to come and inspire me either
at home or at my office."
   Monica smiled.  "I remember seeing you from my apartment window," She
said.
   "Today I'm on my first session.  Usually, at this time of the day,
looking at porn and really getting into it.  However, nothing is better
than masturbation in front of a beautiful woman.  I have been very busy
working the past days and haven't had a lot of time for long masturbation
sessions." He explained.  "I do have the day off today and will probably
get at least 3-5 hours of good solid stroking." John continued.  "It would
be fun to do it with you."
   Her swollen clit throbbed so much that Monica thought she would die of
pleasure.  John explained his needs to masturbate and cum several times
before his balls were spent and they joy was doing it with someone
together.
   She knew that something very different and confusing was happening. 
John asked, "Are you wearing panties under your skirt, Monica?"
   Monica gave me a scandalized look.  "Do you think I'm a nun?" She
responded.  "I remember the rules."
   "Move your hands Monica, you are incredibly beautiful and I want to see
you," John said softly.  "Spread your legs, darling."
   "I'll do it, Boss.  When do I start?" She said.
   Her voice was so sexy it made him shiver.  John didn't doubt for a
moment what she had said.
   She had large, green eyes in which a man could lose himself.  John
suddenly realized he was staring at her body.  She was looking directly at
the man, a knowing, flirtatious smile on her lips.  Just as quickly, she
turned her attention to his male organ and whispered.  "I like to watch
something very special."
   "Tell me, I'm willing to do what you want." John said.
   "I've been told that a man with a big organ easily engulfed the head of
his cock and a bit of the shaft.  The story goes, that he could sit in a
chair or on the edge of his bed and just lean down to suck himself.  Did
you ever master such a performance?" Monica said, looking at him with her
big innocent eyes.
   She was incredibly beautiful and exciting - long legs, full hips, and
large firm breasts that made his fingers flex involuntarily whenever he saw
her, as he imagined caressing and squeezing them.  He hadn't been the only
one to notice the beauty of her looks and the sexual radiation she was
emitting.
   John noticed early on that there were always men in her presence, men
with obvious erections bulging in their pants and trunks.
   "What would you like to do it for me now?" Monica asked.
   He was maddened by these scenes of erotic tease, and became consumed
with an overwhelming desire to see her completely nude.
   "I can give it a try," John said.
   He pushed down his shorts and began to stroke his excited cock in
anticipation of seeing her lean back in the chair and expose her legs. 
"Monica, I needed this so much!"
   She looked down at herself and caressed her breasts, opening the buttons
one by one.  Monica enjoyed doing that; she enjoyed it a lot.  He was her
mentor, source of inspiration and she worshiped his mighty cock.
   She spread her legs for him.  When she recovered her composure and undid
another button on her blouse, never taking her eyes from the huge cock, she
slowly removed her blouse, revealing her full, voluptuous breasts, barely
covered by a lacy white bra.  She didn't wear panties.
   "You like?" she whispered and lightly running her fingertips over her
swelling breasts.  "I want to see your horse cock big and hard." Her knees
were bent, and she grasped her shins, holding her legs wide apart.  "Can
you see it?  I'm all open for you and my clit is jutting out from its
folds." She twittered.
   The effect was tantalizing and, of course, a deliberate tease.  Her eyes
were wide and with an innocent voice as she gently caressed the inside of
her creamy thighs, lightly brushing her pussy with her fingertips.  "So,
you like this, John?  Am I giving you an immense hard-on?"
   Her ass hanging off the chair, her longs legs spread wide, displaying
her wet and wide open pussy.  The memories flooded back to the days she had
been here for the first time.
   "I like to see when you're touching yourself.  Wank that tool of yours.
Do it for me.  Tease me with you wonderful slong.  I love to think about
men getting so excited they just have to stroke their cocks, getting them
so big and hard and aching.  Now, this is exclusive for you.  I like what
you're doing now, John - masturbating while you watch me, making your cock
feel so good.  Does it feel good, Sir?  You really love it, don't you?  I
bet you wish I was doing it to you." She continued.
   When he dropped his pants, revealing his abnormally huge cock, Monica
could see, he wasn't wearing any underwear.  As the headmaster pulled off
his tight biker pants without any hesitation and shame, in front of her,
his wonder tool dangling free.  Monica watched with amazement as that big
hard cock sprang out of its Lycra restraints.  She couldn't believe the
size of the cock this man possessed.
   He started playing with it.  John spoke softly caressing his pre-cum
dripping cock with his hand."I like your style." He lubed the purple and
swollen head with the palm of his hand.
   "I have a confession to make.  I want you to know that I'm obsessed by
big cocks and like to see them dangling and jutting out from their pants.
The thought of a guy sitting back and stroking himself while he thinks
about me, my body, my pussy, tits and cock sucking mouth, it's such a
motivation for me.  This is the reason, I didn't get married, I love to be
a tease and to be teased.  I love cock to be excited, a cock aching and
begging for attention, that's all I need to get so wet!"
   "Tell me, what you want me to do." John said.  "I follow your orders."
   She couldn't remember ever being this horny.  She saw the shape of his
cock which was pushed downwards and to the left inside his biker pants.  He
rubbed the thick head of his hard cock which was obscenely visible inside
them.
   "Put your hand around it and start pumping up and down." Monica said
   John began to stroke it softly and knowingly, with a gentle, expert
touch, moving the foreskin back and forth to expose his bulging head. 
Gradually he added another finger, until finally he was masturbating his
cock with her entire hand, fisting it with a tight grip.
   His hand was exquisitely gentle as he slowly rolled the foreskin up and
down the stem of his horse dong.
   He placed his hand around the shaft and began to masturbate.  There was
this tall man with his shaved cock, enhancing its size, a penis beyond
imagination.  Watching it made her even more aroused.  She gaped at it.
   The tool extended well beyond his belly button and was marvelously
thick. "John, you're a Gods gift to women, but could you possibly suck on
yourself?" She teased him.  "Please, I want to see, how you do it."
   "I've to get down on the floor." He said.
   "No, climb up on that big table." Monica said.
   Spreading his legs and moving into a sitting position he leaned forward
to capture the end of his cock in his mouth.  John leaned down, just a
little more, engulfed his swollen, purple knob, but only for a moment.
   She gazed at him.  "You're incredible!" Monica couldn't believe her
eyes.
   It was obvious that John was right on the edge of orgasm, and that he
could have set him spurting with a single firm stroke of his hand.  Sucking
it made him feel like cum was about to spurt any second.  However, he was
too skilled to allow that; he knew the signs of impending climax, and
whenever he got close, he slowed down to deny the release.
   "Would you like to have it sucked by me instead?" Monica said as she
frigged her clit, moaning and groaning.
   There was only obedience, waves of pleasure, uninhibited lust, adoration
of his wonderful cock.  She loved to suck it.  Her surrender was complete.
Masturbating for him was her duty.  Making him cum was the masters degree.
   His head shook up and down indicating, Yes!  She faced the monster of a
cock that stood out of his crotch over ten inches.  Monica took his hard
cock in her hand and stroked it up and down a few times before she lowered
her mouth down to it, still seated in a chair front of him.
   John was doing this with every woman willing to submit their bodies for
his sexual desires and needs.  Her need to obey quickly swept the thought
from her mind.  However, she returned obediently to her duty.
   Monica continued her tease, her lips working up and down his shaft.  She
could tell John was about to explode.
   She dropped to her knees and began licking his cock shaft and balls to
add the tension, using her hands to force the head between her sexy lips.
His bulbous knob stretched the willing and cock hungry mouth.  Slowly, more
and more of the meat disappeared in her wide open mouth.
   Just before he cums, John pulls his cock out of her mouth.  Monica gets
the hint and finishes him off with her hand.  Her trained hand is moving so
quickly up and down his shaft that's its almost a blur.
   With a groan of pleasure the headmaster let loose a heavy spurt of semen
straight into her surprised open throat, then another.
   John shouted as she choked and coughed.  Monica grimacing, shutting her
mouth as fast as she had opened it.  More jiz splattered across her face
and lips.  More went in her eyes and across her hair.
   "Did you enjoy that John?" Monica asked.  He'd deposited loads of cum
over her
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