Teaching Experience at St Benedict College Bangkok Thailand
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Coach J recently had asked me how some of his varsity basketball players were doing in my class as he wanted to keep abreast of their academics and to make sure they kept their grades up to maintain their playing eligibility. Unfortunately I had been preoccupied with other things and I’d been remiss and fallen behind in my grading. So one afternoon I stayed later than usual catching up on the paperwork and grades until I was all caught up, for the time being any way. I surmised if his players had put half the effort into my class as they did on the court their grades might even be stellar. But alas they were dismal and I would have to tell Coach J the fact that they were all in jeopardy of failing if not already.
Packing my bag, papers and grades at the ready, I walked over to the gym. The first place I looked was in the coach’s office. He wasn’t there. I went out onto the floor and saw the girls basketball team practicing. Seeing their head coach running the drills I approached her. Though we had never been formally introduced I knew who she was and to my surprise I to her, through reputation I eventually discovered.
Now Coach C was a tall woman, probably close to six feet. She appeared to have the body of a runner or swimmer, lean and muscular as evident by her legs. She had those high cheek bones which made her appear younger than her forty something age. Her caramel complexion was near perfect and void of any wrinkles. The short brown hair seemed to have a reddish tint to it. Needless to say she was a beauty. Rumor had it she had a longtime companion, a wife as she referred to her, and I thought to myself, she’s a lucky girl to be with someone like Coach C. Not only was she attractive, pretty, she had one of those low seductive voices that would make any woman melt.
Snap out of it, back to my quest. I asked if she had seen or knew where Coach J was. She politely smiled and replied she hadn’t seen him nor did she know where he was but suggested I try the boys’ locker room. I thanked her, turned and walked away thinking to myself OMG SHE’S HOT! which then made me turn my head just one more time to glance at her. I was delighted when I saw she was watching me too. Was she looking at my ass? Oh I hope so! We exchanged smiles again as I entered the boys’ locker room.
Walking down the aisles of lockers and benches I heard a group of young men laughing and joking. As I neared the area from which the noise was coming from I called out for Coach J, asking if he was there. Silence as I rounder the corner of another aisle. There stood the boys varsity basketball team in all their glory and most of their glories had towels wrapped around them. I was not lost to the tenting that my presence had produced and apparently I had licked my lips, unintentionally of course. Getting back to the subject at hand I asked if Coach J was nearby. An inquiring mind wanted to know why. I readily informed them that half were failing my English class while the other half was tottering on the brink of failure. Not exactly a welcomed messenger was I. Without missing a beat the same voice announced that he had just seen the Coach on the next aisle over, the last one.
Now if I had been thinking clearly, with my head and not my vagina, I would have asked for him to meet me in his office but with all the eye candy in view I felt like a k** in a toy store. As I slowly walked by the team, brushing up against everyone I encountered, I felt a burning and yearning deep in my soul that I knew needed quenching. The assorted complexion of the team; caramel, various shades of brown and even coal black, some with facial hair, others clean shaven, giants among mortals, all hung to their knees, well almost any way, was like walking through a dream. Rounding the last aisle I found no one, no Coach, just a dead end and more lockers. As I turned around there were twelve hungry young lions descending on me, the lone lamp. I was prey for these predators and it excited me no end.
Now back in my teens I had found myself in this situation numerous times throughout the years but it was at my initiation of the scenario, a planned engagement where I had given myself whole heartedly. This was spontaneous and I was completely innocent, for the most part. I could have resisted but I found myself wanting it.
I dropped my bag and closed my eyes, feeling the heat of their bodies as they surrounded me. Is there anything we can do for extra credit to raise our grades their leader asked? I found myself answering I’m sure there is. They took this as their invitation to start unbuttoning my blouse and pulling down my skirt. My breathing became heavy as my hands automatically began groping at the countless Beautiful Black Cocks within my reach. My bra was unsnapped and fell to the floor as I was stepping out of my thong panties which had been pulled down. Fingers were probing my wet cunt as hands groped and grabbed my tits while my ass was being slapped.
Have the bitch kneel on the bench. Rather narrow for a breeding bench I thought but what the hell I’ve been in worse positions. I knelt on the bench best I could while grasping the sides with my hands. I was now in position, my mouth and pussy ready, it was all up to them now and they did not disappoint. They were going to get every point of extra credit they possibly could.
It appeared that most had never had “white” pussy before and they stood in awe of my clean shaven mound and pink labia. The first hard dick of what would be many slid between my wet cunt lips and penetrated me while at the same time a strong hand grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved his erection pass my other set of lips nearly hitting the back of my throat. The orgy, our gang bang, had officially begun. I discovered that each boy was unique in his style, some would grab my hips, some my tits. My hair was usually pulled and some even delighted in choking me while whispering in my ear what a nasty white cunt I was. Admittedly these were my favorite. But what they all had in common was their stamina and ability to “reload” quickly. No matter the girth or length or both their ability to inflict pleasure with pain was remarkable. These young Bulls certainly were leaving their mark on me and I loved it.
Now I never gave notice that my period was beginning as I didn’t want to lose the opportunity for a vaginal massage that these young studs were planning for me. I always found a good hard sustained fucking relieved my cramping and mellowed my mood and I wasn’t about to pass this up.
The first boys’ dick was average in length but exceptionally thick and hugged the walls of cunt. His rapid thrusts massaged me which eased my cramping. As he erupted deep inside me I felt the warmth of his seed flowing and filling me.
Being face fucked by his team mate was a different story. I was gaging as he kept hitting the back of my throat and cutting off my air way. Thankfully he wanted his turn at my “nasty white cunt” and went to fill the void the first boy had just left. He needed his cock cleaned and looking at the sperm covered dick I could see a slight crimson tint to the white semen that had first filled my cunt.
As long dong entered me I could swear he was going to hit my cervix as he stroked deeper and deeper inside me. He was so deep I thought I would taste his explosion when it happened. He withdrew and positioned himself at my face again for his dick cleaning.
And so it went. One boy would fuck me while I used my mouth to clean the boy who had just attempted to impregnate me. I swear all of them had fucked me at least twice, some of the boys three times. I didn’t delude myself thinking that they liked me. They didn’t, I represented the “white oppressive society” that kept them, their relatives and their ancestors down and out. I couldn’t blame them for the way they felt. Life had been a great miscarriage of justice for them and they were lashing out while I was trying in my own way to provide them the reparations they deserved, one boy at a time. I could feel their anger in each down ward stroke, in each slap of my ass, in the slaps across my face with their light red cum stained cock before I devoured it. How many orgasms I achieved was inconsequential compared to their climaxes. I wanted them to take what was theirs, me, and use me until they were spent.
My mouth was now raw and turning red, my chin raw from their ball sacks and pubic hair striking me. My cunt lips were swollen but the volume of cum deposited inside my tunnel provided each new cock the lubrication it needed to continue a smooth and pleasurable fucking.
I don’t know how long the “reparation” had been going on when suddenly a large domineering figure appeared from around the corner. In his gruff drill instructors voice Coach J wanted to know “what the fuck was going on here?” as he looked around at his naked varsity basketball team. Total and complete silence. It didn’t take long before he observed me kneeling on the bench on hands and knees one Black prick in my pussy and one in my mouth. As our eyes met, with no emotion or inflection in his voice he said “Carry on, don’t make a mess.” then walked away.
The orgy continued until every last players balls were empty, completely drained of their entire baby making ability. All had cum in my pussy, some even in my mouth. These boys had verbally labeled me everything but a c***d of God. From a cum loving nigga whore, slut, tramp, bitch, skank, cum dump and every other derogatory adjective one could think of and I was only good for one thing, servicing and satisfying Blacks. It didn’t surprise me either that everything they called me was prefaced with “white”. It was true though. I was all those things, a white slut, a white bitch, a white tramp and a white nigga loving whore.
My knees were red and raw from the bench, my hands cramped, and my mouth almost locked jawed. Some of the boys grabbed me by my arms and half carried me to the showers where I leaned up against the tile wall while they turned on the water. The cold water was refreshing as I fell to the tile floor. I’m not sure how long I was there when an elderly custodian pushing a bin walked by and saw me. “You know miss the girls shower is on the other side” as he continued to pick up the towels. “You should take your stockings off when you shower too.” He was right; I still had on my black thigh high stockings. I picked myself up, grabbed a towel and dried off.
I put on my blouse and skirt, threw my bra, panties and heels in my bag and threw my wet hose away. While walking out of the locker room I stopped in the coach’s office where Coach J and Coach C were talking. Rather rudely I interrupted and told Coach J not to be concerned about his teams’ English grades, that they were all passing with flying colors. He retorted by saying students should be rewarded for achieving excellence, not being used as boy toys. Duly noted I mumbled to myself. With that I left for the day.
Packing my bag, papers and grades at the ready, I walked over to the gym. The first place I looked was in the coach’s office. He wasn’t there. I went out onto the floor and saw the girls basketball team practicing. Seeing their head coach running the drills I approached her. Though we had never been formally introduced I knew who she was and to my surprise I to her, through reputation I eventually discovered.
Now Coach C was a tall woman, probably close to six feet. She appeared to have the body of a runner or swimmer, lean and muscular as evident by her legs. She had those high cheek bones which made her appear younger than her forty something age. Her caramel complexion was near perfect and void of any wrinkles. The short brown hair seemed to have a reddish tint to it. Needless to say she was a beauty. Rumor had it she had a longtime companion, a wife as she referred to her, and I thought to myself, she’s a lucky girl to be with someone like Coach C. Not only was she attractive, pretty, she had one of those low seductive voices that would make any woman melt.
Snap out of it, back to my quest. I asked if she had seen or knew where Coach J was. She politely smiled and replied she hadn’t seen him nor did she know where he was but suggested I try the boys’ locker room. I thanked her, turned and walked away thinking to myself OMG SHE’S HOT! which then made me turn my head just one more time to glance at her. I was delighted when I saw she was watching me too. Was she looking at my ass? Oh I hope so! We exchanged smiles again as I entered the boys’ locker room.
Walking down the aisles of lockers and benches I heard a group of young men laughing and joking. As I neared the area from which the noise was coming from I called out for Coach J, asking if he was there. Silence as I rounder the corner of another aisle. There stood the boys varsity basketball team in all their glory and most of their glories had towels wrapped around them. I was not lost to the tenting that my presence had produced and apparently I had licked my lips, unintentionally of course. Getting back to the subject at hand I asked if Coach J was nearby. An inquiring mind wanted to know why. I readily informed them that half were failing my English class while the other half was tottering on the brink of failure. Not exactly a welcomed messenger was I. Without missing a beat the same voice announced that he had just seen the Coach on the next aisle over, the last one.
Now if I had been thinking clearly, with my head and not my vagina, I would have asked for him to meet me in his office but with all the eye candy in view I felt like a k** in a toy store. As I slowly walked by the team, brushing up against everyone I encountered, I felt a burning and yearning deep in my soul that I knew needed quenching. The assorted complexion of the team; caramel, various shades of brown and even coal black, some with facial hair, others clean shaven, giants among mortals, all hung to their knees, well almost any way, was like walking through a dream. Rounding the last aisle I found no one, no Coach, just a dead end and more lockers. As I turned around there were twelve hungry young lions descending on me, the lone lamp. I was prey for these predators and it excited me no end.
Now back in my teens I had found myself in this situation numerous times throughout the years but it was at my initiation of the scenario, a planned engagement where I had given myself whole heartedly. This was spontaneous and I was completely innocent, for the most part. I could have resisted but I found myself wanting it.
I dropped my bag and closed my eyes, feeling the heat of their bodies as they surrounded me. Is there anything we can do for extra credit to raise our grades their leader asked? I found myself answering I’m sure there is. They took this as their invitation to start unbuttoning my blouse and pulling down my skirt. My breathing became heavy as my hands automatically began groping at the countless Beautiful Black Cocks within my reach. My bra was unsnapped and fell to the floor as I was stepping out of my thong panties which had been pulled down. Fingers were probing my wet cunt as hands groped and grabbed my tits while my ass was being slapped.
Have the bitch kneel on the bench. Rather narrow for a breeding bench I thought but what the hell I’ve been in worse positions. I knelt on the bench best I could while grasping the sides with my hands. I was now in position, my mouth and pussy ready, it was all up to them now and they did not disappoint. They were going to get every point of extra credit they possibly could.
It appeared that most had never had “white” pussy before and they stood in awe of my clean shaven mound and pink labia. The first hard dick of what would be many slid between my wet cunt lips and penetrated me while at the same time a strong hand grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved his erection pass my other set of lips nearly hitting the back of my throat. The orgy, our gang bang, had officially begun. I discovered that each boy was unique in his style, some would grab my hips, some my tits. My hair was usually pulled and some even delighted in choking me while whispering in my ear what a nasty white cunt I was. Admittedly these were my favorite. But what they all had in common was their stamina and ability to “reload” quickly. No matter the girth or length or both their ability to inflict pleasure with pain was remarkable. These young Bulls certainly were leaving their mark on me and I loved it.
Now I never gave notice that my period was beginning as I didn’t want to lose the opportunity for a vaginal massage that these young studs were planning for me. I always found a good hard sustained fucking relieved my cramping and mellowed my mood and I wasn’t about to pass this up.
The first boys’ dick was average in length but exceptionally thick and hugged the walls of cunt. His rapid thrusts massaged me which eased my cramping. As he erupted deep inside me I felt the warmth of his seed flowing and filling me.
Being face fucked by his team mate was a different story. I was gaging as he kept hitting the back of my throat and cutting off my air way. Thankfully he wanted his turn at my “nasty white cunt” and went to fill the void the first boy had just left. He needed his cock cleaned and looking at the sperm covered dick I could see a slight crimson tint to the white semen that had first filled my cunt.
As long dong entered me I could swear he was going to hit my cervix as he stroked deeper and deeper inside me. He was so deep I thought I would taste his explosion when it happened. He withdrew and positioned himself at my face again for his dick cleaning.
And so it went. One boy would fuck me while I used my mouth to clean the boy who had just attempted to impregnate me. I swear all of them had fucked me at least twice, some of the boys three times. I didn’t delude myself thinking that they liked me. They didn’t, I represented the “white oppressive society” that kept them, their relatives and their ancestors down and out. I couldn’t blame them for the way they felt. Life had been a great miscarriage of justice for them and they were lashing out while I was trying in my own way to provide them the reparations they deserved, one boy at a time. I could feel their anger in each down ward stroke, in each slap of my ass, in the slaps across my face with their light red cum stained cock before I devoured it. How many orgasms I achieved was inconsequential compared to their climaxes. I wanted them to take what was theirs, me, and use me until they were spent.
My mouth was now raw and turning red, my chin raw from their ball sacks and pubic hair striking me. My cunt lips were swollen but the volume of cum deposited inside my tunnel provided each new cock the lubrication it needed to continue a smooth and pleasurable fucking.
I don’t know how long the “reparation” had been going on when suddenly a large domineering figure appeared from around the corner. In his gruff drill instructors voice Coach J wanted to know “what the fuck was going on here?” as he looked around at his naked varsity basketball team. Total and complete silence. It didn’t take long before he observed me kneeling on the bench on hands and knees one Black prick in my pussy and one in my mouth. As our eyes met, with no emotion or inflection in his voice he said “Carry on, don’t make a mess.” then walked away.
The orgy continued until every last players balls were empty, completely drained of their entire baby making ability. All had cum in my pussy, some even in my mouth. These boys had verbally labeled me everything but a c***d of God. From a cum loving nigga whore, slut, tramp, bitch, skank, cum dump and every other derogatory adjective one could think of and I was only good for one thing, servicing and satisfying Blacks. It didn’t surprise me either that everything they called me was prefaced with “white”. It was true though. I was all those things, a white slut, a white bitch, a white tramp and a white nigga loving whore.
My knees were red and raw from the bench, my hands cramped, and my mouth almost locked jawed. Some of the boys grabbed me by my arms and half carried me to the showers where I leaned up against the tile wall while they turned on the water. The cold water was refreshing as I fell to the tile floor. I’m not sure how long I was there when an elderly custodian pushing a bin walked by and saw me. “You know miss the girls shower is on the other side” as he continued to pick up the towels. “You should take your stockings off when you shower too.” He was right; I still had on my black thigh high stockings. I picked myself up, grabbed a towel and dried off.
I put on my blouse and skirt, threw my bra, panties and heels in my bag and threw my wet hose away. While walking out of the locker room I stopped in the coach’s office where Coach J and Coach C were talking. Rather rudely I interrupted and told Coach J not to be concerned about his teams’ English grades, that they were all passing with flying colors. He retorted by saying students should be rewarded for achieving excellence, not being used as boy toys. Duly noted I mumbled to myself. With that I left for the day.
Lianne
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