Two weeks later Mr. Hernandez, my Spanish teacher told me to see him after class. “Doreen, I understand that you know Fred Foster.” I thought for a minute and answered, “I don’t think so. The name doesn’t sound familiar.” “I know that you do. He is the man that paid two hundred dollars to pop your cherry a couple weeks ago. He is my brother-in-law and we got talking and I figured out that it was you that he was talking about. I think you need some extra tutoring if you want to pass my class. Come back here an hour after school ends for the day and I’ll give you what you need.”
I was a B student and hoped to go to our local community college. I would be the first person in our family to go beyond tenth grade. A bad grade from him would not help my chances to get in. I entered his room and shut the door behind me. I was sure I knew what he wanted and it wasn’t giving me a Spanish lesson. Mr. Hernandez was short and chubby and about forty years old. He was sitting at his desk with his pants off. I walked over to him and bent down, taking his short but fat cock in my mouth.
He mauled my still growing tits while I blew him and then he made me lean over his desk. He pulled down my panties gave me a Spanish lesson that I would not get in class while he fucked me. He pulled my hair back and said in my ear that I needed to learn these Spanish words: La cocha means cunt or pussy, verga means cock or penis, puta means whore or bitch, prostitita means prostitute, chingar means slut, colgados means your tits, and more words. He had me repeat them back to him each time he said them. This was my extra credit Spanish lesson on the end of his cock. Finally he pulled out, gave my ass a hard slap, spun me around and stuffed his prick in my mouth just before feeding me his load of jizz. “Swallow every drop puta.” He told me that I would still need him to give me some more lessons and then he let me go home.
In less than a year I had gone from an innocent young girl to a cock sucking fuck happy slut with a mother who pimps her out. The men seldom go to Mom’s room any more. I thought over the time and smiled. I couldn’t be happier at the way my life was turning out. It all started with getting a free steak from the butcher.
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