My public figure is Charlie, I've had my fair share ( OK A LOT ) of sexual experiences, each one amazing and unique. I sat at my desk, scanning the Craigslist ads and the topical anaesthetic newsprint's site for nanny and tutoring problem. Three twelvemonth post-grad my career as a journalist for an online newspaper was truelove and fun, but the pay was not so fun. I kept picking up slight incline jobs here and there, but tutoring had been the most fulfilling—besides my experience with the father of one of the nipper I nannied for… But that's a tarradiddle for another time.

My eyes scanned and paused on an ad :

SAT coach needed for 17-year-old senior. Primarily help with English language. Will pay $ 50 an hour, requesting a tutor for two hours a day on Tuesdays and Thursdays for respective weeks—exact length to be determined. Please get off resume and reference letters to this e-mail.

I typed in the netmail address, writing a suddenly introduction and impound my sketch and several reference letter of the alphabet from previous families that I worked with.

A few days later, I received an e-mail with the address and a time for the travel along day for me to go over and introduce myself and have an impromptu audience. The next day, I dressed muself in a white and dark blue striped tee shirt garb that clung to my curve ball and was a little shorter on me due to my height. My C-cup tit were pressed tightly against the apparel and I slipped my understructure into nude flats, thankful for the start of the Texas give. I put my unbent dark brown hair's-breadth into a high ponytail and headed off to the address—a 30 second drive from my apartment. I arrived, knocked on the door and was greeted by a 6-foot, blonde teenage boy. He was undeniably good-looking, had slightly shaggy-haired blonde pilus that was disheveled in an adorable way and his very chant chest of drawers and arms very manifest through his sozzled Under armour shirt.

"wellspring, finally my mom got a hot tutor,"he said to my surprise. I giggled as he opened the door further for me to walk in.

I brushed past him, my shoulder joint skimming his chest of drawers and followed him to the life elbow room where his mom was sitting with a book. I shook her manus and she introduced herself as Mrs. Bird Parker and then the teenaged boy grabbed my hand and lightly kissed it. I laughed and his mom smacked his arm.

"I'm Harrison,"he said with a charming smirk and sat down beside his mom.

I sat across from them, crossing my tan and toned legs as we discussed the take times and solar day I'd be coming to tutor him. His parents worked business where they could work from their home office or go to their actual part in town. So they'd be in and out throughout the times I tutored him, or just not there at all. I saw him smirk again at the last affair she said and he looked me up and down. Why did my all lacing, white cheeky panties get a little wet ? It had been over a month since I last fucked anyone, so maybe that's why. Or it could just be because I had been attracted to him from the sentence he opened the door.. But he's eight eld younger than me, which would be completely damage of me, right ?

"So are we all set ? Tomorrow at 5pm ?"she asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I stood up and shake off her hired hand again,"All set !"I said.

I walked towards the front door where George Harrison met me. He opened the door and I thanked him, meeting his eyes, the smirk still on his face."See you tomorrow, Charlie.. Can't wait for you to teach me some things,"he chuckled at my widening middle and closed the doorway. My panties were definitely wet now.

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The following day I was sitting at the head of the dining table, my peg crossed beneath the table cloth. I was wearing a navy blue swing garb and brown sandals. I had an SAT prep playscript, my MacBook and some early worksheets I'd printed out before coming over spread out on the mesa. President William Henry Harrison walked into the dining room, wearing a shirt similar to the one he was wearing finally dark with basketball shortstop. He sat on the chair to my go forth and smirked, setting his iPhone on the table and leaning back.

"So what are we learning today ?"he asked, looking at me in a way that made me writhe a lilliputian in my seat.

"Mm.. it's your pick, english or math.. both are important for the SATs,"I said with a grinning, leaning forward and resting my elbow on the mesa, my Chin on my hired man.

He leaned forward too, talking low so that his mother in the following room couldn't hear,"I don't think I want to learn either of those subjects with you, Charlie."His helping hand running up my arm from my human elbow to my wrist, his eye staring into mine.

Fuck me, my panty were wet again. I cleared my throat and straightened my back, pulling my arm away gently."Harrison.. we can't, you're 17,"I said, biting my lip to keep myself from saying please. I flashed back to the night I seduced Mr. Johnson and my conscience laughed at my reply to him.

"And you're wha† ? 24, 25 ? That's not very much of an age conflict, and I'm sound,"he says, scooting his electric chair towards me, his professorship as far towards the corner of the dining table as possible.

"I'm 25,"I said shakily, my branch crossing tighter as he got closer. The kitty in my lace panties grew even more as he scooted close enough that I could smell him—a mixture of sandalwood, musk and a bit of elbow grease from what I assume was his after-school exercising. His helping hand disappeared underneath the table cloth, touching my knee. I squirmed again,"Sir Rex Harrison, I'm here to tutor you.. Don't you want to get a honest score on your SATs ?"

"So tutor me, I'm all pinna, my hand just might be busy doing something else,"he said in a deep, quiet representative, his manus traveling up my leg. My panty were most definitely soaked now, and I subconsciously uncrossed my legs. He took that as an invitation and his hand slid further up my leg and under my dress onto my upper thigh, reaching the edge of my all-lace panties."Read to me, Charlie.. learn me something,"he said and I shakily grabbed the SAT workbook, reading from the English section about the essay portion—making certainly to register tatty enough his mother wouldn't suspect anything and come walking in.

His digit teased the border of my scanty and as I started reading the second paragraph, his fingers grabbing the soaked genitalia of my step-in."Naughty girl…"he whispered as he pulled the soaked lace to the slope. My breathing time hitched and I began reading the adjacent paragraph, my voice a bit shaky as I slid forward on the electric chair, spreading my peg wider as his finger began to slide up and down my slit—which was dripping with my excitement.

"Harrison…"I moaned quietly, gripping the table with my left manus as my right kept the playscript open. I went back to reading aloud as his finger's breadth rubbed circles on my clit. I threw my promontory back as he rubbed, pausing my reading when two of his fingers slid into my dripping wet cunt as I let out a moan that was a picayune too tatty.

He placed his two of his fingers from his gratuitous hand on my mouth to lull me. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around them, my tongue running between the two fingers as his other fingers worked their way in and out of my pussycat. He let out a flaccid groan as my teeth bit his fingers, holding them between my teeth as I muffled my moans. I'm for certain my wearing apparel beneath my second joint was now soaked with my juices as he fingerfucked me faster, his fingerbreadth curling deliciously, hitting the perfect dapple. The fingers in my lip slipped out as he whispered,"Read."

He got on his knees as I went back to reading, crawling beneath the tablecloth. My reading stopped as I felt his warm breath on my speed thigh. I bit my lip so hard that I almost drew blood as I felt his lingua run up my slit. I squealed quietly and placed my free people hand on his forefront beneath the table, holding his school principal against me as his tongue lantern slide in and out of me. And then the door separating the dining and living way swung open air, his mother walking in.

I jumped up and sat back against the death chair, straightening my spine and glade my throat as Harrison paused his tongue-fucking.

"Charlie, how is everything ? Where's Harrison ?"she asked.

"Everything is majuscule, Mrs. Dorothy Rothschild Parker,"I replied and had to cough to cover my moan as his glossa started licking circles around my clit again."And I believe President William Henry Harrison went to grab something from his room."

"wellspring he better hurry back, you only have 20 minutes left of today's session,"she said, walking into the kitchen through the former swinging door.

I heard the sink bend on and slid down my chairperson to the same position as before, moaning and gripping Harrison's hair as I felt my orgasm getting close-fitting and closer. His fingers were pumping in and out of my sopping wet cunt while his tongue flicked my button at a nimble gait. My legs started quivering and I gripped his hair tightly, holding his nous and back talk against my pussy as I began to cum. I placed my free script against my mouth, muffling my groan as I ground my hips into his face, riding out my orgasm.

"Fuck…"I said quietly as he pulled his fingers out of my kitty and raised his hand from beneath the tablecloth and to my mouth, letting me suck all of my juices off of them. He groaned and pushed my chair back, crawling out from beneath the table and pulling my head down to kiss me concentrated, sliding his spit into my backtalk, letting me mouthful myself even more.

He stood and I could see the encamp beneath his basketball shorts which he tried to push down. My mouth watered at the thought of getting on my articulatio genus and sucking him off."So… what's on the lesson programme for tomorrow ?"he asked with a smirk .