Agent 00 Bi: Experienced Teacher

Tristan is assured by Ms. Thornhill that nothing will be forced on him. The agency is the guardian of human rights, after all, and that would not be very British. A sexy senior teacher has her own ideas, and she drags Tristan inexorably towards a line he doesn't want to cross!
Excerpt
"The first thing I want you to do," she said, "Is I want you to play with that cock. Get it nice and hard for me. I want to see if what I heard is true."
Tristan did not think- he began to touch himself, his hands finding the muscle that lay between his legs. His left palm gripped round his shaft, as he slowly began to move his hand up and down his twenty two centimeters of length (9 inches). Despite expelling a large amount of seed from his bullocks in the last twenty four hours- three times he had came, twice with the woman last night and once this morning with the young Yank girl that he had splattered all over the face with his seed- Tristan felt his sack begin to tense.
"Very nice," she said, as she began to disrobe.
Taking the solitary chair, she dragged it in front of the bed, as she lifted her left foot onto it. Tristan could see that underneath the green dress that she wore, she was clad in white unders- a lacy set, complete with white lace stockings that rose to just above her knees. Her thick pussy lips were clearly defined by the fabric, a gash that was already getting engorged in anticipation of what was about to follow.
"Keep stroking that cock," she directed him, as she began to thrust her hips forward, her breasts heaving under the fabric of the dress.
Her body was thick and full- a definite plus, as Tristan loved a woman with some meat on her bones- and as she moved to her own music, he was beginning to rise into his full hardness. His hand did the work, but the sight before him was spurring him on.
Tristan had never been inside of a strip club. Crazy as that sounded, he had never seen the point in visiting such establishments.
What was the purpose of spending a lot of money, simply to go home or into the bathroom to wank?
The sexy senior before him smiled, as she licked her lips- she did not wear much in the way of make up, simply a thin line of medium red lipstick and some slight eyeshadow, that only accentuated the brownness of her eyes. She was proud of her body, and well she should be- she may have been well into her sixties, but she had a build that deserved male attention, in the form of a good pounding from a hard young cock!
"Don't you dare make yourself cum," she told him, as she suddenly moved out of her dress. Pulling it over her head, she cast it aside, as Tristan saw her before him in her lingerie.
Her brassiere matched her knickers- made of the same white lace material, it barely covered the swell of her slightly over-sized breasts. From his position on the bed, a few feet away, Tristan could tell that she took great care to maintain her appearance. Yes, her face and her neck gave away the fact that she was not some young girl, but her body was built like that of a woman whom still dedicated several hours a day to personal fitness. Her arms were toned, devoid of flab, her chest was surprisingly firm, and her belly was soft in it's appearance, yet not saggy like most middle aged women were (let alone older women). She was not thin, which was good- the weight she carried had settled into the right spots, into her thighs and her chest- and Tristan imagined what it must have been like to live next door to a woman like her.
Nobody would ever suspect that such a fine body lay under that dress, or that such a siren lay under the cover of a grandmother!

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