What can I say about Mr. Blout? A fucking lot, that’s what! This motherfucker was the worst Teacher I had ever had. Not because he was bad at his job but because he would constantly give me shit. I hated going to his class, and he hated me being there. Sure, I could of skipped his class, but why give him the satisfaction? I made sure he saw my face every single school day.
Fast forward to a couple of nights ago. I wasn’t working but when I was out to go to the store for some food, I passed some of the girls that work the same area that I do. It is cold out there but you have to dress like it’s 102 degrees in the shade. You freeze your tits off. I stopped to talk to them for a bit, there were only three working so I told them I would be back with something warm for them to drink. I got my food, then stopped at the Bucks and got them all hot chocolate and off I went.
The next night when I was actually working in my spot I see a guy yelling at one of the girls in a car. I didn’t approach to help because I wasn’t sure if it was the girls boyfriend, or Pimp or what. She got out of the car and was crying. She looked more pissed than sad. I asked her who that was, and she said it was a ‘date’. I thought to myself, “What an asshole.” About thirty minutes later the same car pulls up again, none of the other girls would go up to the car. He must of seen me because he pulls up right in front of me, puts the window down and says “Luna? Is that you?”
I walked up to the car and looked inside. It was my old pain in the ass Teacher, Mr. Blout! I said, “Hey Mr. Blout. What’s up?” He told me that I looked cold and asked me if I wanted to get into his car just to warm up. I told him any time I got into a car it costs money. I pulled out his wallet and held out a twenty. I got into his car and he asked me if I knew somewhere we could park with the car running so he wouldn’t have to turn off the heat. I directed him to a shopping center near by.
After we parked Mr. Blout went into this whole speech about how sorry he was concerning the way he treated me in school. He told me that he actually had “un-pure” thoughts about me, so he was mean to me to keep those thoughts at bay. I was shocked! I asked him why he yelled at that other girl earlier, and he said he was yelling at her because she wanted more and more money and he had paid her a lot for a hour to begin with. I told him that if he gave me another hundred, I would take him to a hotel and we could fuck. He was all over that. It kinda felt weird fucking my chemistry teacher from school, especially since we didn’t get along back then, but he gave me a huge tip afterward and apologized again. I think Mr. Blout might become one of my regulars.
This trailer trash whore loves to masturbate. Yesterday, I was a bored trophy wife. We had no power from a storm, so I could not take calls. I decided to get high and masturbate. Now, I did masturbate in front of my window, so the neighbor girl could watch me. Because the school had no power either, she was home. Home alone too. In my neighborhood, all the homes have top notch security. That young girl had nothing to worry about except for the dirty old whore next door. I invited myself over. The coke made me bolder than usual. I wanted a play date. She was bored. I was bored. That is the best recipe for trouble, don’t you agree? I asked her if she liked the show. I brought some toys with me, toys I used on my daughters when they were her age. Toys that had my fresh cunt juice on them. I am such a trashy milf. I wanted to show her how to use her kitty for pleasure. Her pleasure matters too. Before the sex toys, I wanted to lick her bald kitty, finger it too. Jealous? Her pussy was untouched. I could feel her hymen with my tongue. I wanted to pop her cherry, but that honor should go to a man. In a way, I was glad I couldn’t work because I got to have fun with the super young girl next door.
