Another Year Starts. Part One. For Wendy - Sex Stories

Another Year Starts. Part One. For Wendy

It was the first day of counselor meetings with my students. I watched hubby get up and dressed for work. He came to the bed and kissed me and left. I got up in the bedroom and pulled out the outfit I had planned for today. I was humming as I slipped into my crotchless panties. It was a pair like this one that first turned one of the young men I counsel into my procurer so many years ago. Over the years I had many procurers. It ALWAYS worked to give me what I wanted and needed. I've been a counselor for almost 26 years now. I work with mostly young men in their freshman year...but believe me many of them are not like men at all. I had gone through the file of one Charles (Chuck) Wilson. He was nice looking,and tall at least tall to me. (I am 5'2".) Anyway Charles was an only c***d, father died when he was six. I felt for him so before the appointment I had put on a blouse that was low cut. I used a half-cup bra for this meeting. When I looked in the mirror it didn't take much leaning forward for my hard nipples to be easily seen by the newby Besides...he was almost twelve inches taller than I am. He liked to play basketball...which was the bonus I searched for in the files. I sat in a chair just a little lower than the one for the initiate. I had on my favorite dark nylon stockings and the crotchless panties I mentioned before. The skirt I chose wasn't really short, but crossing my legs would reveal my freshly waxed cunt if I sat just so. The lips swollen and glistening ...

... with excitement. The last student contact, always a male with a charming look and sad story is where I choose my procurers each year. I always scheduled the one whose story and photos gave me the biggest thrill. On this day I was masturbating as usual. I sat on my chair. I always masturbated fifteen minutes before the start of the last appointment. I had a firm schedule that must start right at a certain time. My cunt was nice and juicy, the forefinger and middle finger of my right hand sliding and twisting in my cunt. I came twice and was about to go for the third when I heard the tentative knock on the door. I smiled and stood up. My nipples at full attention. I sniffed my fingers. The scent was so so sweet strong and good. "Come in" The door opened slowly. In walked a nice looking young man with a nervous smile. I extended my hand to him and he shook it gently. The juices on my fingers transferred to his hand. I made sure the slippery mess was smeared onto his palm and the insides of his fingers. He looked at his fingers where the juices had been deposited. I bid him to sit. He did so and was looking at his hand most likely wondering if he was so nervous he had sweat on his fingers when I leaned forward and said, "So Charles? Or is it Chuck?" He looked up at my face to answer and his eyes immediately went to my nipples. He tried several times to look at my brown eyes. I just let him suffer. When I decided he knew my nipples pretty well I leaned back and crossed my legs. The ...