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Neighbourhood Training Scheme

... rod deeper into my throat. Using my hands I began to milk the cock, using my tongue to add extra sensation to pumping. Finally he began to thicken and I didn’t need my hand to hold him in my mouth. He didn’t last long enough for me to do anything but cough and swallow to avoid choking. He would not be one to seek out for anything other than an extreme quickie. I sat back on the closed toilet and dabbed my face, mopping up any sperm that had escaped. The news had got out and within a minute there was another soft cock for me to service. This happened three times and as much as the anonymity was cool it was not that exciting for me. I wasn’t getting a lot from it. Then a very large, very solid penis was fed through the hole. It was a solid handful although I couldn’t get my hand around it when he was erect. I wanked him, pulling his foreskin back as I kissed and sucked the chocolaty head of his monster dick. I felt my pussy moistening as I worked on him and after five minutes with no sign that he was about to unload I made a big decision. Standing up I hauled up my skirt and stepped out of my tiny knickers. Holding the cock up I backed into the wall and heard a muffled moan to accompany my whimper as the head of the strangers penis pushed into my welcoming pussy. I fucked him for another five minutes, enjoying the width of his tool before his warning spluttering had me turn around and take his cum down my throat. He pulled himself back through the gap and told me to sit back ...

... as the panel was pulled up and attached somehow. The session was over. I left via the side door and ran into Lauren who was coming back from getting a drink of water. I rounded the corner and saw a group of men, including a tall Polynesian man, standing by a larger printer. Improvising I looked at Lauren and indicated that she had something on her chin. Dabbing at her face she walked by the men who all followed her with their heads. I smiled and said hello as I walked by and got a bunch of disinterested replies in response. Jesus, what a bitch I was. Derek called me into his office at the end of the day. He was sitting behind his desk nursing a large tumbler of whiskey, the blinds half closed and his suit jacket was hanging on the back of his chair. “I hear you have had a positive impact on the work environment, although everyone seems convinced it is the South Korean girl sucking their cocks.” “That is some perk you have going on. Does the woman I’m dog sitting for do that too?” He laughed and said that Kelly had a different skill set that he encouraged with his own particular motivation to keep her doing what she does best. “Do you take her to this park of yours?” He said she had indeed accompanied them to the park. He patted his desk and I walked over and sat in front of him. He took each of my feet and removed the heels before resting the bare feet on the appropriate arm of his chair. Sliding his cool, dry hands up my thighs he reached for a knife and sliced through the ...