Campus Freshman

[Garry Bishop]

Jason Skyler:
Age:19
Height:5' 7"
Hairark Brown
Eyes:Blue
Build:Athletic

Jason sat in his living room clicking through the channels...and of course nothing was on. After all it was a Sunday afternoon and nothing good would be on until later that night. Jason was usualy outgoing but most of his friends had gone away for the weekend and wouldn't be back until later that night. Actualy that wasn't all true. There was new girl on campus..Cindy Walker..He had run into her Friday..quite literaly actualy sending her books and herself to the ground. He had helped her to her feet and had gathered her books for her, one of which he still had. It was her Bio book, he knew it wouldn't b hard to track her down as all he had to do to give it back was to go to Proffesor Senwick's class on Monday..which was right across from his.

 

[Lydia Goodhead]

Cindy Walker
Age: 18
Height: 5'6"
Hair: long, dark brown
Eyes: brown
Figure: like a wet dream

"Damn, what happened to my biology book? I've got homework and a research paper to turn in and it was all in that textbook. I'm screwed if I don't turn in that assignment by Monday morning."

Cindy Walker purposely stayed in her dorm room so she could get her assignments and homework done. All her friends went to the shore, but she decided to give it all up if she wanted to stay in school. Daddy told her many time that if she flunked out he'd stop paying for her college tuition, dorm room, car payments and monthly allowance, among other things.

Good thing daddy didn't find out what she had to do with old Prof. Andrews so she'd pass his Econ class. Her knees still hurt from her almost daily 'meetings' after class with the good professor. That wasn't the first time she used her body to get a passing grade. Nor the last.

Let's see, Cindy thought. I bumped into that really cute guy on Friday, dropped all my books. I must've missed one. My bio book. What was his name now? Jesse? Jerry? Jackson? No, hell! JASON! It's Jason. That's it. Said he was over at Adams Hall dorms. Gotta go there now and get that book back. Damn, wished I'd dressed better. I look like a slut in this short skirt and flimsy top. Oh, well, sorry Jason.

Cindy headed to Adams Hall to find Jason and her bio book.

 

[Garry Bishop]

Looking at the time and judging by the rumbling in his stomach Jason began to judge that it was time for lunch. He knew that there wasn't much food left in the fridge so he would pick some up after classes tomorrow. So for now he stood and took his wallet from the coffee table. Big Al's Subs sounded good right now so out the door he went.

The sky was starting to turn dark as clouds moved in overhead and the whind started to pick up. It would rain shortly but he guessed he had just enough time to get to his car before it hit.

As he went out Cindy could just make out the back of his head as he proceeded into the parking lot.

 

[hornyguy142]

OOC: If this is a closed thread, I apologize, just ignore this, but if not, may I join in?

Matt Senwick (Cindy's Biology Professor)

Age: 35
Height: 6'5
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Build: Very Sexy

IC: I don't know what to do about Cindy's grade, I don't want to fail her, but she's not paying any attention in class at all. She must be spending all class daydreaming about guys, I heard how she passed Professor Andrews class, she must be a real slut. Hey, there's an idea on how she might pass, I have seen her looking at me, and she is one of the hottest girls in the school, maybe I'll suggest this and see what she says.

 

[Lydia Goodhead]

Oh, damn! That looks like Jason heading out. I hope I can catch him before he gets into his car. Shit! I'm too far away for him to hear me shout from here. Besides, I'm not really sure it even was him. Oh, who am I kidding? With my kind of luck, of course it was him. No telling how long he'd be gone. What are the chances he forgot something and that he'd be right back? Yeah, right. Maybe I could wait in his room. Wonder if his roomate's home. Well, I came this far. Might as well see it through. Looks like the entrance's up ahead.

"Well, hello, Miss Walker."

I turned around, startled, to find it's professor Senwick. He's wearing his tweed jacket with the faux leather elbow patches just like somebody out of central casting. Except he's young and good looking and bright and too sexy to be my biology teacher.

"Uh, hello, professor. What an, um, unexpected surprise."

"Yes, I was just on my way to the teacher's longue to checkmy mailbox before heading home. Was that young Mr. Skyler I just saw leaving?"

"Was it, I don't know, honestly. I hardly know him. Actually, I came by to see him because he, um, has your, I mean, my, biology textbook. I wanted to study this weekend for the upcoming test and Jason must've picked it up when I bumped into him earlier today and I dropped all my books."

"I see, Miss Walker. Yes, it's certainly admirable your wanting to bone up on biology, seeing as your grades have been, well, rather, disappointing, shall we say."

"I know, professor, and I'm sorry. But at least you caught me trying to improve myself."I let out a slight giggle so I wouldn't loose it all together. God, what a dreamboat, I thought to myself. He can pull into my port ANYtime.

"Say, here's a thought: how about I help you a bit with some of this biology stuff. My place is not too far off campus. You could even borrow an extra textbook that I've probably got lying around somewhere. Maybe it's the one with all the answers."

I laughed at his joke. It was a tempting offer. Okay I said to myself, just stick to business and get the book. No repeat performance of what happened with professor Andrews.

A few minutes after they headed to professor Senwick's off-campus apartment, Jason pulled back into the parking space he just vacated. He was cursing under his breath that he had forgotten his wallet.

 

[Garry Bishop]

Sighing, I got out of the car. The wallet I had picked up was in fact not mine..I found that out after I opened it to see how much monet I had. Looks like Josh had left his behind when they all had gone to the camp. So I figured I better get mine, I didn't want to spend Josh's money.

As I made my way back towards the dorm my dorm my eyes fell on the two of them talking.

One of them I knew right away as Professor Senwick..the other one, the female, it took me a few seconds since I had only met her breifly but my mind registered her as Cindy.

"Well I guess it's a good hting I decided to turn around.." I said to myself as I made my way over to them.

"Excuse me" I said as I walked up beside them, a slight smile on my face "Umm..Cindy..isn't it?"

Cindy nodded her affirmation to her name and I smiled again "You know..when I picked up your books you forgot to take one..I have your Bio book. I can go get it if you want or you could follow me up"

Looking then to Pof. Senwick I gave him a nod "Afternoon Mr. Senwick.."

My opinion of the Prof. was an okay one. I never actualy had a conversation with the man, particualrly because he was always in some sort of a rush or another. To actualy have a real conversation with him was something of a rarety..but that was understandable since the faculty hardly gave him any free time during the day, so to see him here now was something of a surprise.

 

[hornyguy142]

"Hello Mr Skyler, how are you this evening? I'm sorry I can't spend time chatting, I must be going" I feel sorry about blowing the kid off, but I hope that I can get Cindy to blow me off, if you know what I mean "Ms Walker, If you want to take me up on my offer, I'll be home all evening" Leaning in to whisper to her so that Mr Skyler can't hear me "Dress like a little slut, just like you did for Professor Andrews and be ready to do ANYTHING I want, and I guarantee you'll pass" Raising my voice again, "Have a nice evening you two"

 

[Lydia Goodhead]

Cindy


I'm glad Jason couldn't see my crimson face after Professor Senwick's remark to me. I guess I was doubly shocked because he actually said that to me and also because he mentioned Professor Andrew's name. How many others knew of my arrangement with Professor Andrews? Was I now the campus slut who would suck and fuck her way to get passing grades? I felt embarrassed by my own humiliation, but I didn't want Jason to know about my past--and possibly my present. Not just yet, anyway.

We both said goodbye to Professor Senwick and made small talk about our accidental meeting.

"Say, Jason, I've got a lot to do between now and Monday's test. If you wouldn't mind, I'll wait here while you get my bio book, okay?

"Well, alright, Cindy. I guess bio's not the easiest subject to cram for. Be right back with your book. Wait right here."

I felt bad as I saw the crestfallen look on his face. Maybe he had hopes of scoring on Friday and bragging about it on Monday. Poor guy.

Well, sorry, Jason, I thought, but I've got a lot on the line if I blow this test. Daddy'd have me back at community college if I flunked this course. It's part of my pre-med requirements.

"Here you go, Cindy," Jason said as he handed me back my bio book. "Sure I can't temp you with a drive-thru dinner?" he asked lightheartedly.

"Sorry, but this is a biggie test and I can't afford to fail. Take a raincheck, though."

"You got it, Cindy. See you on campus Monday?"

"See you then, Jason. And thanks for getting my book for me. That was sweet of you."

Lest he go home unrewarded, I reached up and gave him a friendly peck on the cheek and told him I hoped we could be friends. And then we said our goodbyes.

I went back to my dorm room and tried concentrating on biology. My head was swimming with all the facts and figures and Greek and Latin words and body parts and... It was too much for me to absorb. I partied away most of the semester and there was no way I'd be able to even get a 'D'.

I hated to have to resort to this.

I went to my clothes closet, grabbed what I was looking for, changed, did my hair and makeup and headed out.

It was just after 7 p.m. when I knocked on the door.

The door opened and he took the sight of me in slowly, deliciously, savoring the visual treat before him.

I put on my palid school-skirt, cotton white blouse, white knee-hi socks, blue heels and my hair in ponytails. I put on some extra-thick red lipstick and really tarted my eyelashes up with some old fashioned rouge on the cheeks. Lots of perfume. Voila! French whore.

The door opened. He could tell that I was braless. I pinched my nipples just before he opened the door. I'm sure in his mind he fantasized that I didn't have any panties on, either, which I didn't. I dressed like an English school girl: every man's wet dream. I better get a fucking 'A'.

"Well, what a pleasant and unexpected surprise." He said 'unexpected' rather sarcastically. Like he knew I'd eventually end up at his doorstep. Maybe I knew it as well.

"H-e, hello, Professor Senwick."

"Please do come in, Miss Walker. My, you've changed since I last saw you. I feel a passing grade coming on. Do you?"

 

[hornyguy142]

I answer the door dressed only in a robe, and make no effort to hide my massive erection from her, I instantly got hard when I saw her outfit.

"Well well, don't you look nice Cindy"

"Thank you professor" She looks directly at my cock, "You too"

"Thank you, can I get you something to drink, or would you like to start 'studying'? "

"I would like to get right to business professor, if you wouldn't mind"

I think to myself, she wants this just as much as I do. "Ok, tell me, how far are you willing to go to pass this class?"

Smiling at me she says "As far as it takes"

smiling back at her, "why dont you start by sucking my cock" opening my robe

 

[Lydia Goodhead]

Cindy


"You’re such a hopeless romantic, professor," I said as I squeezed past him and deliberately brushed up against his excited member. Now I know what a fly in a spider’s web feels like.

I walked in and sat on the edge of his sofa and slowly crossed my legs, making sure he could see I was pantyless and that he got a good look at my puffy pussy lips. I then leaned forward so that he could see the fullness of my cleavage and my large, dark hard nipples.

He raised his eyebrows as sat down in the wingback chair opposite me. Wonder if that’s where he grades the papers. Or maybe he just sits there and jacks off.

“Why sit all the way over there, professor? Come sit next to me, your daughter Diane, just home from school.”

“Diane?”

“Yes, whenever I wear my slutty little English schoolgirl outfit my name is Diane. Is that okay with you. And I’d like you to be my daddy. Is that also okay, ‘dad’?”

“I could see that perhaps the good professor got more than he had bargained for. Oh, I would work hard for my ‘A’ in his class, but he was going to work, too. Besides, it was my fantasy as well, the daddy-daughter thing, that is.

“W-why, yes, of course, Diane. Daddy couldn’t wait for you to come home from school, especially since mommy’s away taking care of your sick grandmother.”

He’s getting into character. Good.

His placed his hand on my tits and then looked into my eyes. I leaned in and kissed his mouth softly. He continued massaging my tits and began kneading my protruding nipples through the thin fabric. I sighed slightly. He let out a small snort when I started to massage his crotch, stroking his manhood slowly, playing with his cockhead. His package was big. The robe just made it easier to get things started. Judging from the size of his hard-on, he’d already started without me. Passing grade or not, I wanted to have that dick in my mouth.

I leaned over to begin, folding back the robe and sliding my hand up and down his long cock.

“Please, Diane, on your knees over here by the mirror. This way daddy can watch you suck him off.”

“Sure, daddy.”

I did as told, just like an obedient daughter. I got down on my knees and unbuttoned my blouse; my tits timbled out. I tweaked my nipples for him. I then stroked his cock as I leaned in and sucked on his hairy balls, first one, then the other. Then I got both of them in my mouth, working them with my tongue as I continued stroking his impressive pole with my hand. He put his hand on the back of my head and looked at me in amazement. I gave him a flirting look, then ran the tip of my tongue around his shaft. I wet his cock with my mouth and kneaded his balls with my hands.

“How’s that, daddy?” I purred, then I wrapped my lips around his dick tip.

“Oh, please don’t stop, honey. Daddy’s missed you all day,” he said as he bent down and played with my tits. He fingered my nipples. I mouthed my satisfaction to him, and that made him harder.

I sucked on it making sure to tongue the lip of it. Then I slowly moved my mouth down his boner. I tried to take all of it in my mouth. I even opened up the back of my throat, but he was too big. I could only get two thirds of his meat into my mouth. I grabbed what I couldn't fit with my hand and squeezed. His dick was rock-hard. I then began to slide my lips up and down on him almost gagging each time his rod reached the back of my throat I pumped him with my mouth making sure to give him glances as I face-fucked him.

"Oh, god. I never knew it could be like this, Diane!" His head was thrust back in ecstasy and he pushed on my head as it bobbed back and forth on his engorged dick.

Then I did my special BJ trick. I curled my lips around my teeth and bit him through my lips putting extra pressure on his pecker.

"Auugh! I'm gonna cum, Diane! Will you let me come in your mouth, sweetie? " He barely managed to say through his panting. He placed both hands on my head and started rocking his hips back and forth. Now I was being mouth-fucked.

"Mmm Hmm! Oh, daddy, please fuck your daughter’s slutty mouth," I mumbled working his balls with my hand. I swallowed it down as far as I could on him and made a humming sound that rattled his prick.

"OH MY GOD! Be a good whore for daddy. Swallow my cum, you filthy slut of a daughter. Here it comes, cunt. Open wide and eat daddy’s hot cum,” he practically screamed.

His beautiful tool stiffened, jerked, then his jizz came spurting out and I gulped it down until there was no more. He continued fucking my face while I kept my mouth on him until he was hard no more. I gently squeezed his balls to drain out all the cum and I sucked hard one last time to get it all. Then he pulled out of my jizz-covered mouth and I sweetly kissed his cock and balls.

I looked up at him in daughterly devotion, licking cum from the corner of my mouth. “How was that, daddy? Better than mommy does it, if at all?”

“Oh, Miss Walker, er, Diane, that was absolutely the best blow job I’ve ever had. I’m serious. Keep it up and you’ll be a full professor before long.”

“Thank you, daddy. Professor, thanks, but for now, I just want that ‘A’ in your course.”

“Well, you’re off to a great start. A few more ‘study meetings’, in character, of course, and I think you’ll get that ‘A’. ”

“OK, professor.” I just wondered how long our 'relationship' was supposed to last.

I got up off my knees, we said our goodbyes and I headed towards the door.

“Goodnight, Miss Walker See you in class on Monday. Oh, by the way, here’s Monday’s test complete with answers.”

“Thank you, Professor Senwick. See you Monday morning.”

I headed from his apartment and then cut through campus to get back to my dorm room, passing Jason’s building along the way. A bunch of guys were hanging out talking and laughing, but I paid them no mind as I continued on my way.

 

[hornyguy142]

IC:
Who does that little slut think she is? She comes over, gets me incredibly hard, sucks me off and then leaves without even fucking me? Sure, it was the best blowjob I've ever had in my life, but still. I think I'm going to call her over here right now, and show her who's boss.

I go through her paperwork and find the number for her dorm.

"Hello Cindy, or should I say Diane?"

"Hello Professor"

"You know, I think now's a good time to set the rules about our little arrangement"

"Yes sir"

"First, you wear nothing but short skirts, tight tops,no bra, stalkings, heels and either thongs or no panties at all into class Every day"

"mmm, sounds like fun sir"

"Second, you fuck me wherever I want, whenever I want"

"Yes sir, I'm getting wett just thinking about it"

"You never tell ANYONE about this, understand?"

"Yes sir, is that all?"

"One more thing, you put that slutty little school girl outfit back on and get over here right now"

"Yes sir, I'll be there in 20 minutes"

 

[Garry Bishop]

Jason Skyler

I sat outside of the dorm with a cool evening breeze in the air. On my lap was the book I had for my Ancient History class. I had to study for another one of Professor Robinson's tests. And htis one I deffinatley had to pass, if I didn't she said it could have a rather negative effect on my current grades. That and the fact that I hadn't passed the last four exams she had given out.

"When I chose to be a History Major I didn't realize there would be all htis work to do..." I muttered to myself. The first year was good, a fly by for me..but now with htis new Professor who was not only my new Professor but also new to the University as well...I didn't know how I was going to do.

"Lets see..where was.." And just like it was cue, the whind picked up into a sudden quick gust blowing the pages of the book like fixed leaves until I had lost where I was.

"Son of a bitch..." I grumbled as I began flipping through the pages again.

 

[Lydia Goodhead]

Cindy

'Shit,' I thought to myself. Professor Senwick hung up before I could tell him that I didn't want to hike all the way back to his apartment. But I didn't want to get on his wrong side, especially since I was failing his class. I didn't have any leverage here. And I also didn't have his phone number, either.

Luckily, I was still dressed as Diane, so I just freshened up my makeup, sprayed on some perfume, adjusted my hair and rinsed out with mouthwash. Then I made my way back to his place.

The shortest way was, again, past Jason's dorm. I hoped he wouldn't be outside as I'd rather not have to explain where I was going and why I was dressed in this outfit. It was dark and I kept my head down to avoid being recognized.

Up ahead, someone was on the pathway chasing after flying papers that were caught by the wind and being tossed around the grassy area. Just my luck, it WAS Jason. Maybe he wouldn't recognize me. I tried darting by quickly.

“C-Cindy? Is that you?”

Caught! I should have just kept on going without turning around. Instinctively, I turned around at the sound of my name just as Jason was gathering the last of his stray papers.

I was too dumbfounded to speak, but I tried anyway. “Oh, hey, Jason. I didn't realize it was you. Sorry”

He continued. “What are you doing out now? And why are you dressed in that outfit?”

“I'm sorry, Jason,”addressing my shoes because of my embarrassment. “But I'm on my way to Proessor Senwick's apartment. He called and wanted to see me. Something about working on a special project with him.” I adjusted the truth a bit to fit the circumstances. I bit my lips and wished I was someplace else.

“I see. Special project, yeah. Well, OK, then. I guess I'll still see you on Monday, huh?”

“Yeah, sure, Jason. Monday morning. 'Night.” And I left in a hurry and continued on my way.

“Goodnight, Cindy.” His words trailed after me as I quickened my pace, half humiliated, towards my destination.

A few minutes later, I was knocking on the professor's door.

 

[rocketrider]

Tutoring

I arrived on campus before sunset on a Sunday evening, and just as I figured, the University parking lot was nearly empty.

Even if I did have to search for the visitor's parking lot, finding a place to park was easy. I could afford no more parking tickets for the rest of the year, which meant being careful where I parked my big gas guzzling beast.

"Actually," I said to myself, "I can't afford to get out of line at all for the rest of the year."

Once I found a parking space and parked, I was quick to grab my implements of reading, writing, and specialized devices of educational degradation.

"I shouldn't be so negative," I said to myself. "Carrying one World History Text Book and one over stuffed three ring binder wasn't all that bad. Tutoring on the weekends really sucks the big momma-hootchy, but things could be worse. I could be having to work for a living."

I approached the University Book Store hoping to find someone that could give me newer directions to the Men's Dorm. My hand written directions were torn and coffee stained.

"Ah, yes," I said to myself. A male student walked towards me from the opposite direction. "Here comes that someone now."

I stepped out in front of him to gain his attention. "Uh...excuse me, sir...mister," I said.

He looked at me with a pair of eyes that suddenly became wide open, as if being inflated from behind.

"Yes, ma'am. What can I do you for...on this lovely evening?"

He could learn a better come-on than that, but what the Hell, I just needed directions.

"I'm looking for the Men's Dorm. Can you help me?" I asked. I noticed his attention shifted from my chest, to my hips, to my crotch, and then back to my chest.

"All you need to do is follow the sidewalk here," he said. He pointed in the direction to his rear. "Keep following it until you see the University Admin Building-you'll see a sign-you can't miss it. Turn right at the side walk just before you actually get to the building, and then, follow that path on out to the open grassy area. The Men's Dorm will be straight ahead."

"Thank you," I said. His eyes still explored every nook and cranny on my body, so I couldn't resist.

"Yes...these two bulges on my chest are my tits. People have told me they're quite inspirational," I said.

"My crotch has a perfectly delectable hairless pussy. My boyfriend once told me, 'anybody who sticks a dick in you is in violation of the Pure Food and Drug Act'.

And...I have an ass hole that's often used for licking and various kinds of Penile insertions.

I'm famous for giving devine blowjobs, during which, I swallow. And yes...I also fuck."

He looked at me with beads of sweat forming on his forehead and cheeks.

"...All except those dip shits that hang out on campus Sunday afternoons," I concluded.

At last I found the Dorm. I pulled my cell phone from my purse, turned it on, and punched out Jason Skyler's phone number.

"Hi, is this Jason?...Jason Skyler?" I asked. "Hi, Jason. My name is Amy Venetti. Professor Robinson asked me to call you sometime this evening...I'm sorry, I didn't hear you...No, no. No money tonight. Huh...? I'm a Tutor, Mr. Skyler...Professor Robinson sent me...He said, I'm sorry, she said, you may need some help with your World History.
...That's fine, I'm right outside the front of your building...Okay, I'll wait right here."

There he was. He walked out of the building and right up to me with his hand extended for a hand shake.

As we shook each other's hand, I got a close look at him. "Oh, my God." I said. I put my left hand over my mouth and gasped for breath.

"Something the matter?" Jason asked.

"No...no nothing...it's just that...well, I feel like we've met before," I said. "Perhaps, we knew each other in another life."

 

[Garry Bishop]

Jason Skyler

As I looked upon Amy I quirked a brow. Met in a past life? This could be some sort of on the spot quiz that needed an imediate response. "Well...there were people who and there are some who still beleive in past lives and past life acquantences where they meet again in the future" I hoped this was the answer she was looking for. "So..your my tutor..." I knew the tone I was using might be speaking of dissapointment but truthfuly I wa glad, I also figured I owed Professor Robinson for shpwing how much she cared about my grades by sending over a tutor to help.

As my hand closed around hers in a friendly shake of greeting I felt something stir within me. Was it because of her stunning looks or was it something else..I wasn't exactly sure at the time.

"A..actualy.." I said as I drew my hand back "I was getting ready to step out for some dinner..I was thinking something off campus..the only thing they have in the cafteria on the weekends are the left overs from Friday..care to join me?"

I gave her a friendly smile and waited for her answer. I wanted to go out but I could wait a while if she wanted to begin right away..the diner I usualy went to stayed open 24/7 anyway.

 

[rocketrider]

Dinner for two, and four on the floor.

"Well, thank you Mr. Skyler," I said. "I'd love to join you for dinner, but I must insist--Dutch Treat, and I'd like to drive."

Jason looked harmless enough, but I've lived in Los Angeles most all of my life, and I've learned to be a little cautious. The possibility of being buried next to the highway, as some one's little secret, had little appeal.

Until I got to know the man, getting in his car and going to an unknown place, for an unknown period of time, was out of the question. If Jason had the same apprehensions about me, then he would have drive his vehicle and I would have to drive mine.

"Besides, I just got my car before leaving home." I said. I looked at him eye to eye and smiled. It's hard to be safe and friendly with new acquaintances. One half of you says--go for it. The other half of you says--easy, easy.

"And, since I'm the show off type," I added, "I want you to see my new car...well, it's sort of new, and I see nothing wrong with mixing business with pleasure. How about you?"

 

[Garry Bishop]

Buisness Dinner?

"No..I don't see anything wrong with mixing the two." Actualy I was thankful she had chosen to go to dinner first as my stomach was beginning to growl silently. "And sure..we could take your car if you wish." I gave her a friendly smile and together we headed out into the lot. "The place I was going to isn't that fancy..more of a Mom and Pop place than anything. But the fod is good." I coul;d tell by her dress that she had lived in the city most of her life...myself....I came from suburbia..okay so it was a little farther than that.

(Whatever kind of car she has is fine...my mind is blank on cars right now for some reason *L*)

As we got in the sky opened up and the rain poured down beating on the roof of the car. "Looks like we made it just in time..."

I didn't see anything wrong with getting in the car with her. Maybe I was too trusting of people or not that cautious..but in either case I could handle myself if anything came up. Besides I didn't detect any maliciousness about her. She on the other hand seemed a bit cautious..I couldn't blame her though. Latley there had been a rash of violent acts on and around campus including two missing persons.

 

[hornyguy142]

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted all week, haven't been online much, won't let it happen again.

IC: Good, the little slut followed my directions perfectly, she's still dressed in the little hot schoolgirl outfit. My cock gets hard the minute I see her. Let's see if she still wants to do this father/daughter thing. "Hello Diane, so nice to see you again so soon. You were a bad little girl, you didn't fuck your daddy before you left"


She looks directly at my crotch "Mmm, I'm soooo sorry daddy, can I make it up to you?"

Smiling, "You will honey, but first I think you need to be punished a bit first"

"Punished? What do you mean Daddy?"

Lightly grabbing her wrists, handcuffing her hands behind her back, "I think you need to be spanked a little first, just like a bad little slut" Gently giving her a few slaps on her ass, hoping it is turning her on

 

[Garry Bishop]

OOC: Is alright, we all have RL stuff to deal with

 

[rocketrider]

New Old Car

The rain didn't just come down; it permeated reality. The pouring rain sounded more like a roar against the metal car body. I couldn't see passed two feet in front of me.

Mr. Skylar was as curious as anyone could be. He had the look of a person trying to inspect his surroundings without looking like a person trying to inspect his surroundings. The moment we first sat in the bucket seats, Jason began checking things out.

"I have to say, Mr. Skylar," I said. "You have no idea how refreashing it is to me to be sitting here with a man who hasn't sold his soul for the love of an automobile."

"Oh?" he asked.

"Car buffs from anywhere would have recognized this set of wheels right off the bat."

"Okay,"

"This car is not rebuilt, not a replica, not refurbished; it's all original. I am happy to say that I'm the proud owner of this fine creation of V8 automotive engineering--a 1963 Pontiac GTO. Even the red paint is original. The only things not original are all of the rubber seals, gaskets, door trim, windshield wiper blades, and the tires."

Jason smiled politely.

I cranked over the engine and it purred like a kitten.

"Needless to say--it hauls ass."

 

[SilverBullet]

Scott Johnson - Newly Hired Policeman

"Just what I need on a night like this: rich little college kids driving by just as fast as they want to. I couldn't afford to go to college like them. Plus I hate getting out in this damn rain too. I would let them go but I haven't written one ticket all day. Oh well here we go."

I flashed on the lights and siren and pulled the classic car over.

"I'm so sorry officer," the driver said to me in the most apologetic face I have ever seen. She handed me her information. This girl was beautiful. If it wasn't against the law... no I better not think about things like that.

"Ms. Venetti you were going twenty-three miles over the speed limit. While not all people know that it's just thirty-five through here, I still have to do my job. If you don't mind will you follow me to my car? As you can see with me standing in all of this rain it looks like I'm the one getting punished here instead of you.

I walked her over and opened the passenger door for the shapely girl. She sat down as I walked over to the driver side to fill out the ticket.

 

[Garry Bishop]

An odd Policeman...

As she went over to the patrol car a thpught crossed my mind...Where was this cop's rain gear..but as he came back to th car I looked to him again for the breif seconds in which his flashlight wasn't in my face. "Oh..." I said cracking a smile "Hello Johnston..how's rookie life?" I knew this guy..although I couldn't beleive he was here. We had gone through school together and used to joke that he would be flipping burgers at Greasy's Grill for the duration of his life. Well at least he was trying to add up to something. I could tell he was a rookie by the fact he wasn't wearing his rain gear and the fact that officer's never let anyone in the front seat of there car with everything still running.

 

[Garry Bishop]

Looking over at Amy I shrugged and cracked a small smile..hopefuly this would only tae a couple of minutes and we could be on our way. After all...we had some buisness to take care of as well as dinner. The buisness in question of course was helping improve my grades.

 

[rocketrider]

Speeding ticket

I hated to think about it, but this cop had me worried. What cop has the person he's writing a ticket out for wait in his patrol car? Something was rotten in Denmark.

My hair was wet. My clothes were wet. I must have looked like a drowned rat, but I sure was glad I decided to wear a bra this afternoon.

To make matters worse, Officer Johnston seemed to be taking his sweet time with writing the ticket. At first, I decided it was best not to say anything-just to keep myself out of trouble.

Twenty three miles an hour over the speed limit: give me a break, I thought to myself.

"Officer Johnston." I had to say something in my defense. "There wasn't a soul anywhere around this area, and there were no other cars to create a potential hazard. To tell you the truth, I couldn't see any posted speed limit signs."

He said nothing. He turned and smiled. "Here, would you sign this please?"

I signed as fast as I could and said, "If that's all, I need to get back to friend." I was certain he felt my cold shoulder.

I've always had a deep respect for law and order. I've also had great respect for Law Enforcement Officers. However, I some how got the impression that I was supposed to either argue my case or plead my case in much greater detail--right there with Officer Johnston. I was just too damned mad to talk nice to anyone.

Then again, maybe I was pissed off so much because I got caught showing off my car.

I snatched the ticket from the Officer's hand and stomped back to my car. I got in, shut the door, and looked over at Jason.

"You don't think the restaurant will mind my stringy wet hair, do ya'?" I asked.

 

[Garry Bishop]

Shaking my head I tried to smile "No..I don't thkn they will..." I was sure this had made the evening take a turn for the worse. She put the car back in gear and once again we were off. "It'sa ont to much further now..just past the second light."

"Good.." She said as she pushed some wet hair out of her face. Her shirt was clinging to her now, accentuating her features. As we got to the diner there was a spot open right in front of the door. It was your regular Mom and Pop's place..only this one tended to stay open 24/7.

"Yeah..I know it's small but the food here is good." Hopping out of the car we made our way in and wouldn't you know it...just the itme we got inside the rain stopped. Out of the two of us I was the only dry one. I walked her to a booth and smiled to her. "Wait here..I wont be long."

Approaching the counter I waved Carrol over. Carrol was the usual night shift waittress. "Oh Jason! Haven't seen you in a few nights..lemme guess..you got a girl now dontcha?" I shooj my head and almost laughed. "No..no girl yet Carrol...my grades aren't quite up to par this semestir..so most of time is devoted to study,study,study." Carrol just nodded.. "Well what can I get for ya?" Looking over at Amy I nodded a little.

"A couple of towels would be nice." Carrol nodded and went over to a counter. Opening the cabinet door she pulled out two medium sized kitchen towels. "Here ya go sweety" Thanking her I made my way back to booth.

"Here ya go." I handed the towels to her and she looked up at me, immediatley drying her face with one. I could tell by the soaked napkins that now lay balled up on the table that she had already tried one method..maybe this one would work better. I then took my seat across from her. "Somone's coming to serve us in a minute"