Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule Of The Crop, Part Twelve - Sex Stories

Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule Of The Crop, Part Twelve

... "If you show me disrespect I might have to spell out who is in charge here. I do NOT put up with any backtalk from anybody."

At that moment the strict-looking MILF brought the whip against her right thigh with a loud crack. The young men jumped at the unexpected sound and all five sat bolt upright. She pointed the business end of the black whip directly at Frank.

"I do not expect any more trouble from you," she sternly ordered using her harshest tone.

Avoiding the woman's eyes, Frank slouched in his seat unable to avoid rubbing the front of his tight jeans. Marian smiled to herself in the knowledge that she had made an impression on the small group. Both in keeping order and having some type of sexual allure.

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She ran the whip through her left fist over and over, not realising that subconsciously she was almost masturbating with the weapon.

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... and can help you increase your earning potential. And then we connect you with employers who are hiring for the exact roles you’ve been trained to do."

"That's all well and good," noted the one called Tony. "But nobody's given us a chance in life so far, so why should we believe you now?"

Unconsciously, Marian crossed her stockinged legs and the hem of her skirt rode up to mid-thigh. She let out an imperceptible sigh and brushed back her longish hair with a flourish. The sudden notion of trying to woo five testosterone-packed, virile black guys brought her back to earth. All eyes were on her as she accidentally dropped her whip and bent over to pick it up.

When she next raised her head she saw the seated guys leering at her legs as her skirt showed lots of black stockings. She froze in her bent position for a good three seconds and had an image flash through her mind of being ravished by five well-hung black boys. A warm tingle coursed through her loins as she drifted off into a fantasy and imagined them all naked with full erections and pawing her lust-filled body in a feverish passion. As she turned her back to the class a rolled-up newspaper collided with the back of her head. Fuming she faced the giggling row of youths.

"Right! Who threw that?"

"Not me," chuckled Tony.

"Wasn't me," crowed Lenny.

"Fuck you, stuck-up bitch," chimed Rupert.

"It was you, wasn't it?" Marian pointed the whip at Frank who spread his hands in innocence. "Come to the ...