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"Are You Sure?" by DeXTrodiphen
   (c) Staci Tipsword
   "Hey, guess what?" she says, twirling her black hair.
   "What?" says he, legs propped up on his desk next to his attendance
book.
   She spreads her legs, exposing the pink panties beneath her plaid skirt.
He looks up to see this glorious sight, and inside he almost dies.  He's
wanted this for so long, he's practically drooling at the thought.
   He gave up on true love long ago, now he plays Guitar Hero by himself.
But one student caught his eye.  She has black hair with a single pink
streak in the front.  Brown eyes, a little pudgy, but not obese by any
means.  She's a healthy looking girl-woman.  Her tongue is pierced, same
with her lip and her eyebrow.  She is beautiful in her own way, and also as
a bonus, not yet taken.  He could tell by her writings, full of melancholy
and lust for men older than she.
   Finally, the time had come.  He is already half-hard at the thought of
those fully-developed D-cups bouncing as she rides him.  He smooths back
his blond hair, stands up, takes a deep breath, and asks one question: "Are
you sure?"
   She gets up from her desk and kisses him.  She's sure.  She got so close
to him that she could feel his growing erection.  He breaks the kiss to
lock the classroom door, then unzips his pants, revealing his above-average
sized cock.
   "Undress." he commands, and she complies.  As she removes her clothes,
he slowly strokes his growing hard-on, precum starting to drip out of the
tip.  Anything he wants her to do, she will do it.  She is his silent, free
slave.  
  
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