Boarding School for Wannabe Whores
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				Title: <strong>Boarding School for Wannabe Whores </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 13:42:15</strong>
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				Southwarks Boarding Art School<br><br>(http://www.alexandersschool.com/sitefiles/images/nh1.jpg)<br><br>Headmaster A. D. Johnson liked interview day. It was the day that he finally got to see the new years intake at Southwarks Boarding Art School, in the flesh. The 'Art' monica in the name was infact a cover for the other activities the school was known in certain circles for. Southwarks School, was in fact a centre for the training of girls that wanted to enter the most ancient of trades...prostitution. Some girls knew what they were getting into from the start. Others applied for art scholarships only to discover the facts about the school during term time. These girls had in the past been some of Mr Johnson's more interesting students, for the look on their faces during some of the interview questions was priceless too him, as the realisation dawned about the nature of Southwarks.<br><br>The school took it's students appearence very seriously. After all if the girls weren't attractive, how would they ever be able to graduate into one of the high demand brothels that the school provided girls for. The school uniform was designed by Mr Johnson himself and had a Spring/Summer and an Autumn/Winter version. The uniforms were provided after sucessful interview, on the first day of term, which was also the day the girls discovered who's class they had been placed into for the rest of the year. <br><br>(http://gadgetvote.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/sexy-school-uniform.jpg)<br>Spring/Summer<br><br>(http://uniforms.sexypicsreview.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Maria-Sheriff-librarian-sexy-452x-04.jpg)<br>Autumn/Winter<br><br>The teacher taught the same core curriculm - sex, and lots of it! - but most teachers sepcialised in one particular aspect or another. Mr Johnson looked out of his window over the school courtyard and could see the school was a hive of activity with lots of girls making their way from one place or another on the tour of the grounds and making their way to interview where they would be seen by Mr Johnson hiimself. Reclining in his chair, on this bright, late August morning, he waited for his first appointment and his first opportunity to assess the applicants in person...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 20:18:42</strong>
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				Martine, had never been in a place with so much people, she was lost. it had been a shocked when she received the letter that her scholar ship was granted, and thus, accepted to SBAS (short term for Southwarks Boarding Art School). <br><br>She would not have been able to attend college if it would not have been of this scholarship. And, having been raised in a small rural farm town, the most people she had been with never went up more then a mere 250 people. She now was in a city..of several million people. It was a little&nbsp; disconcerting for, she also ran back to her parents and left back home with the as she felt uncomfortable here.<br><br>Yes it was a nice place, she was happy to be here, she could not believe her luck...she miss her boyfriend, her friends...her home..but...she had to do it...she had some talent with her hand..and well she had studied art from books at the local library and from books she had bought. <br><br>It was a nice place, She manage to walk and go trough the place...hitting allot of people as she walk...because she was looking all around. She finally managed to find her room... It was a nice room, she would arrange it to get it all causy...she all ready tough on were she would put on her drawing table...so she would get the best natural light, she then would arrange her drawers beside of it so she would be able to place her brush, paint, pencils, and other stuff....<br><br>Then she sat on her bed..there was a second bed and wondered if she would get an roomie...she did not remember seeing a name when she signed her paper....but..then again..she was nervous when she signed it....<br><br>She looked at her watch...she was running late on her appointment with the headmaster..so she got up and went toward the administrative building...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 16:34:40</strong>
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				The Headmaster's office in truth took up the whole 2nd floor of the Administrative building at Southwark's Boarding School. At present Mr Johnson was flicking through the application form and covering letter of a girl called Martine. Martine was the first girl he was inducting to the school this morning. She had kindly attatched a photograph of her. Very artistic it was too. Martine's application had obviously taken the 'Art' brand of Southwarks seriously as the content of her application and letter were full of references to her artistic prowess. <br><br>Mr Johnson smiled to himself. Soon this girl would be learning the most ancient art there was, and not only that, before she was to graduate she would be an expert. The next three years of her life she would be spending not only learning but excelling in a multitude of ways of pleasing men and women alike. Then she would be promoted to work for one of the cities brothels. One thing was certain; she would never be out of work with the abilities and practice the school gave their girls. A lot of the brothels had a prefernece for European arty-looking girls, the school had therefore set up a series of scholarships to attract girls exactly like Martine. It was suprising to Mr Johnsons that the majority of the girls, after the initial shock of what they had signed up to, took very well to their assignments. He remebered fondly as he flicked through Martine's papers last years girls and in particular Debbie. With the economic situation desperate, and graduates from colleges competeing in their hundreds for a single job, Debbie's inital shock lasted a mere few seconds before relief struck her and she realised Southwarks were going to set her up for life. So relieved and pleased was Debbie that she hopped round to the other side of Mr Johnson's desk and sucked him dry; a pleasure Mr Johnson usually only recieved in the classes he taught during the first semester "The Art of the Blowjob." <br><br>Looking at his watch, he realised Martine must have been running late. Mr Johnson sat anxiously keen to tell the new girl the truth and keen to set her up with the uniform she would be wearing for the rest of term. He waited for her arrival, as patiently as he could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 18:20:00</strong>
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				Martine cursed herself for running late, she arrived at the administrative building, and froze in contemplation of the architecture. She stood there for a few seconds.<br><br>Getting out of torpor, she cursed herself a second time, and went inside then, got up the massive oak stair way, and arrived at the desk were a woman was there, she announced Martine to the headmaster after pointing to Martine that she was late...and the headmaster did no like nor had time for people who did not respect&nbsp; timing's. <br><br>Martine was ashamed.&nbsp; and went in the headmaster's office. After entering the office, she closed the door behind her and approached the man behind his desk.&nbsp; - "Sir, Sorry to be late, I'm Martine...you were expecting me about 10 minutes ago. <br><br>Martine waited to be told to sit down, the office was welled furnished and was well arrange, the art, everything was neatly place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 19:40:21</strong>
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				"Ah, you are late..." Mr Johnson exclaimed as Martine stood infront of him in the flesh. He looked her over very slowly, taking pushing his glasses up his nose to focus properly, before he gestured for her to be seated. "Please do sit down Martine, we have a lot to discuss." He glanced back down at the paperwork infront of him and then looked back at Martine. "So you were accepted on to one of our scholarships were you Martine?" he left the question hanging already knowing the answer, but the tone of his voice already spoke his displeasure at having to wait for her to show up.<br><br>"Take a good look around you Martine. Do you appreciate the art here?" his voice a little smoother and less agitatied this time, he was starting to settle. The whole administrative building was full of oak vaulted beams and pannelling. Adorning the walls, various photographs or watercoulour and oil painings. The subject matter of these was always the same; semi-naked, or naked women, a plethora or breasts and buttocks of all manner of shapes sizes and skin tones.<br><br>Pushing his glasses down his nose a little so he could gauge her reaction, Mr Johnson was too vain to wear varifocals. He waited her response. Mr Johnson was not himself unattractive. Possibly in his late fourties or early fifties, he still had a very athletic figure, his hair was dark, slightly greying at the temple, and styled in a modern fashion, his eyes were a piercing blue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 06:27:53</strong>
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				Martine felt bad as she had kept waiting the headmaster, she then looked, and tried to identified who was the artist, but&nbsp; no name came to her mind. She did not&nbsp; know allot about nude art...it was not a field she had studied that much. <br><br>- " Again Sir I do apologize for being late, its just that its a large place...and...and well I never went out of my small town. I must admit that this collection is not a type of art I have studied. but ill put time to study it, sir. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 15:03:42</strong>
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				Mr Johnson looked into her eyes and smiled as she spoke about studying the art around the room. He had ideas she'd be doing more than studying it, she'd be as half naked as the girls in the pictures for the majority of her classes.<br><br>"Martine let me stop you there. You do know the history of this place don't you?" Mr Johnson was cutting to the chase quickly. He had many more girls to see today and induct into the school.<br><br>"On the desk behind you, you will find our two uniforms, our Summer and Winter versions of what you are to wear around campus and to classes at all times." He paused looking over her slowly and imagining how the shortness of the dress, and the tightness of the blouse would suit her legs and chest. <br>"Take a look at them now. Every girl recieves the same. Once you've taken a look sit yourself back down and we'll discuss your classes and options for the forthcoming year. Ok?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 17:32:07</strong>
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				Martine looked at Mr Johnson, nodded to his question, she had study the history of the "public known history" of this school. <br><br>She got up in silence, and went to the desk and looked at the uniforms and her mouth went wide opened&nbsp; and her hand went over her mouth. <br><br>Her head turned toward the Headmaster, to see if he was playing a joke, and turn back to the uniform and then sat back were she was sitting a few moment and took a deep breath.<br><br>In a unsure voice....Sir, are you serious? or is it some trick you are playing to your new student. I do not understand...I mean it the skirt is to short and the..the blouse...seems to be tight.<br><br>Martine was...a little confused....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 17:56:29</strong>
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				"Oh I'm very serious Martine!" Mr Johnson answered a little curtly. "It's tradition at this school." he paused. "..As is letting the Headmaster be the first to see the girls in the unifrom. Why don't you strip and put them on for me?" he looked her over.<br><br>"You do realise that you'll be having to strip and re-dress many many times during our classes. So you may as well get used to it here and now." he waited for her jaw to drop, then seeing her reaction continued. "This is afterall a school for teaching the most ancient art of all.... You'll be learning to become a Whore Martine. But not just any old common or garden whore. A Whore with a capital W. The most skilled, able to make their clients cum at will, or string them out for hours and hours. A job for life, and an income to surpass any celebrity" He waited.<br><br>"So come on Martine, I've got plenty of other girls to see today. Hurry up, STRIP!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 15:54:34</strong>
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				Martine frozed there..looking at the headmaster...her jaw wide open....<br><br>She did not moved...her mind thinking of what she just heard...was he playing some sick joke on her...or what...she was not sure..what...could...she do...she had no money to get back home...she knew no one to help her out.<br><br>In a timid voice - "sir, did I understood correctly? are you serious..or is this some initiation you are playing on me?&nbsp; I enrolled for art school...not to be in a whore school"<br><br>She waited to see what would he say
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 17:53:16</strong>
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				"You heard correctly," Mr Johnson said, now leaning forward over the desk from his seated position intrigued as to her next move. This was the bit he loved, would she follow his orders, or flee. <br><br>"You enrolled for art, and there is no greater art than using your body to pleasure yourself and others Martine." He watched her face, then looked over her upper body as she was sat infront of him. She was very cute, and European looking, she would be highly sought after on graduation from the school. She ticked all the boxes that clients wanted. Youthfullness, a certain naivity, and a tight sexy body. Yes, Mr Johnson would definately enjoy teaching this girl. With any luck she might even surpass Debbie, the girl that had volunteerily given him oral sex during her interview with him. <br><br>"Now come on Martine." he said a little more soothingly now. "We have some more things to discuss after this, like getting your curriculm organised. Just take your own clothes off and pop the unifrom on. Don't rush though, I like to see what my girls have to offer!" He smiled leeringly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 20:33:13</strong>
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				Martine did not know what to think or what to say...she was cornered...Either she was going according to what the headmaster said..or she left...which would mean to go back and being a no body. <br><br>Martine sighted...got up and went to the table...stood there as if she was still debating it...and slowly removed her shirt...making sure she was turning her back to the head master...she slipped on the shirt...and buttoned...after she took off her jean revealing a pair of boxer and tried on the to short skirt that was hanging there....what would her mom say if she knew... and when she was dressed...she turn toward the head master.<br><br>Trying to pull the skirt as if it could get longer...she did not move...the shirt...was a little to tight for her big breast....it was almost uncomfortable. She waited... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 17:38:58</strong>
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				Mr Johnson watched intrigued as Maritne stood infront of the table where the unifroms were laid out and paused as if contemplating her next actions. He was very pleased when he watched her choose his preffered option, and began to undress. Still facing away from him, but the glances of her flesh; a side of a bra, and a her tight rump in her boxer-style pants, gave him enough to please him for the moment.<br><br>"So Martine." he said as she turned back to face him and waited. "Very good, you look a treat. Welcome to Southwarks. Please sit back down and we'l discuss your curiculm for the coming semester." He waited for her to be seated and then pushed his glasses back up his nose again. "First I need you to be honest with me, and self-assess yourself so I can pop you in the most appropriate classes." he reached for a form, and took out an expensive silver plated pen from his top jacket pocket, pressing the button and beginning to read off the questions one by one.<br><br>"Martine, first three questions... Are you a Virgin? Second, ever had a three-some, male-male-female or female-female-male? Have you ever had anal sex?" he reeled the questions off quickly, hardly pausing and not looking in the slightest bit embaressed. You could tell he had done this hundreds of times before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 18:04:35</strong>
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				She blushed hearing the questions...as she pulled on her skirt, she tough the air was hot in the office...<br><br>The first question...got out...barely audible...no<br>The second...if she could have disappear..she would have...only a faint move of the head..telling she had never did a threesome<br>The third...was the same..she made a slight move the head..she was still anal virgin<br><br>She was embarrassed...she was technically not a virgin anymore..but...her sexual experience was pretty short...she was with a guy..since 6 month..they had had sex together three times....they had fondled a little in the back of a car...but nothing more...<br><br>All she wanted...was this humiliating moment to end...so she could find a way out of this..without having to go back home...perhaps she could find a job...and work there...pretending she was in school...and come after a few weeks...that she failed some class and due to the scholarship rules...she had to give up...that would be less humiliating...even if she wished not to return home...and&nbsp; did not want to disappoint his parents.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 18:24:24</strong>
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				Ticking a few boxes on the form, Mr Johnson looked up and could see Martine blushing. "It's ok Martine, really. I've seen girls with a lot less experience walk through here and come out the other side and become very very wealthly. Even a number of girls that had never seen a penis before." Trying to put her at ease.<br><br>He coughed, clearing his throat and then continued the quiz. "Would you call yourself noisy during sex? How experienced would you say you were at giving oral sex?" Those were the final two questions. Mr Johnson looked up and awaited her answer. He already had an idea that Martine might need the more hands on practicle classes this semester before carrying on to some of the more exotic techniques and pursuits the school induldged in. He mentally penned her in for classes in strip-tease, to build her self confidence, oral-sex, and possibly anal and threesomes if she progressed well.<br><br>After her answers he handed her the form. "Please sign at the line on the bottom to say that you consent to everything the school is going to teach you. After that, you can go next door for a quick health check with the nurse and then you are free for the rest of the day. You will receive a timetable of your classes through your door at midnight tonight. Thank you Martine. I'm going to enjoy teaching you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 20:39:31</strong>
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				Martine...was sure the headmaster was trying to make her feel comfortable by saying that. it did not work. upon hearing the next question, she eased a little and look at him..and answered a more confident tone that yes she was noisy.<br><br>she was a little more reculant when she was ask about oral sex, she answer whispering as if she did not want other to hear..that she had a little experience...her boyfriend like it and told her that she was good at it. <br><br>an took the form and took time to read it. and look at him - Sir...what...do you mean...when...you say...everything?" she held the paper but did not picked up the pen.&nbsp; she look toward the wall as if she could see on the other side of it. waiting for him to answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 10:46:30</strong>
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				"Well Martine," Mr Johnson began to answer her question. "...Some of the classes at Southwarks are of a theoretical nature, and will be deliverd by lectures and the studying of video materials." he paused thinking of the introductiory porn DVD that all the girls watched in his classes on their first full days teaching. "Other classes, and mostly all assignments are assessed through more practical applications." he said with a little smile.<br><br>To make the point further he added. "You WILL end up sleeping with the tutors and some of the other staff we have on site Martine. It's the best way of learning to be the best you can. Most classes run by having two assignments a peer review with other girls marking your ability by watching you perform in group situations, and by one-on-one assesment with your tutor. Some tutors even offer extra optional assignments for higher grades, it's best to ask the tutor about those. I wouldn't worry too much though there are only a few classes where you won't be screaming in pleasure yourself!" He paused and looked into her eyes once more. <br><br>"By signing the form you are consenting to everything I've just said. You sign the paperwork and then that's it - you'll probably begin the most sexually liberating experience of your whole life. What do you say Martine?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 12:32:37</strong>
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				She was not sure...the pen stayed there longer..looking at the paper...looking at the headmaster...what option did she have...so she looked at the head master, while putting down the paper... -"If I do not sign this..and decide what is good for me..what happens sir?"<br><br>She...was nervous...she was cold...her nipples poked trough her flimsy white Cotton bra and could be seen trough her shirt she was wearing...she felt alone...and she...wanted to cry..she was in no position to negotiate...and in no position to refuse anything. She did not have enough money to take the bus home...she had barely enough money to pay for her room and food. She was hopping to find a job around campus. so a tough started to germ in her mind...waiting for the headmaster answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 17:36:10</strong>
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				Mr Johnson just about noticed her perky nipples through the new tight standard issue blouse as he began to answer her question. "I'm afraid as you have probably guessed, if you do not sign then I must ask you to leave campus immediately." he paused looking a little frustrated at her question. "There is also a minor administration charge of $50 for the paperwork we have filed in your name and the letter we have written to you previously. I hope you consider this fully before making your decision Martine."<br><br>Mr Johnson picked up the pen and handed extended the end out towards her, smiling just a fraction. "Do you need more time to consider? Maybe a taster lesson right here, right now?" he raised an eyebrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 04:07:34</strong>
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				She sighted..and took the pen...her hand went and she signed the paper. She then dropped the pen on the desk. She look at the headmaster... - "Now what? you want me to get naked and...teach me?, or something else..."<br><br>She crossed her arms over her chest, and knew she was cornered. She was mad at herself..not finding this when she search the web. she waited to see what would the head master would say. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 19:41:38</strong>
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				Pleasure that Martine had signed the paperwork, quickly passed as she folder her arms and took a rather mad tone with him. Mr Johnson just chuckled softly, before responding. "Well now that you have signed, you are subject to our own discipline proceedure too Martine! Do you think talking to the Headmaster with that tone of vice is appropriate?" Standing up fully behind his desk, Mr Johnson was actually quite a tall and imposing figure.<br><br>"I think you should leave now before you say something else you regret. Do make sure you come back to one of my lesson in a better mood and with a willingness to learn Martine." His voice was very strict, but his features were showing amusement at this girls attitude towards him. An image crossed his mind, a fantasy - Martine's body spread over his lap, her skirt pushed up, her panties round her knees and his hand spanking her rump repeatidly. He wondered if her attitude continued whether he'd get the chance to make the fantasy reality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 04:52:18</strong>
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				She got of and left without even thanking the headmaster, she almost slammed the door, as she left...she skipped the nurse medical and went to her room.&nbsp; Her first day...was a wreck. She did not go out for diner at the cafeteria for diner...she skipped it..as she was looking for a job. trough the paper and on the web. <br><br>If only she could find something that would pay a little...she could leave this place. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 11:29:21</strong>
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				Mr Johnson saw three more girls that morning, and two in the afternoon before the first day of term was done. Apart from Martine's attitude this morning it had been a fairly good day. Four out of the five girls knew all about the place, so he only had to break bad news to one other girls; who had took it well, and had actually been relieved as she was wondering how she was going to find work with an art degree. He was more pleased by the afternoon session however, as one of the girls had worn no panties and had given Mr Johnson a big peek as she had changed into her uniform. He still couldn't get Martine's image out of his head though.<br><br>Completing all the paperwork for the day, Mr Johnson assigned the girls he had seen to their appropriate classes and had the timetables printed off. He had decided to assign Martine to the following classes:<br><br>Monday AM - The art of seduction - The strip tease.<br>Monday PM - Free<br>Tuesday AM - 101 Sex Positions<br>Tuesday PM - Oral sex<br>Wednesday - All day free.<br>Thursday AM - Three and more-somes.<br>Thrusday PM - 101 Sex Positions<br>Friday AM - Free<br>Friday PM - Anal <br><br>One of the perks of the job was that Mr Johnson could teach any class he wanted. He decided that he'd be seeing a fair bit of Martine, so he assigned himself to her first class on Monday morning. Arranging for all the timetables to be distributed at Midnight as he promised, he retired to his own quarters, excited by what the new term would bring.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 13:46:48</strong>
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				Martine did not got out of her dormroom for her first night in college, some people had knocked to her door but she did not even bothered to answer, she stayed on her bed in the dark, her laptop beside of her. <br><br>She had called home and lied to her parents telling them it was incredible as they were reassured, she then called her boyfriend and talked to him, her spirit raising a little. Then she sent a few email applying for jobs she saw around the campus and in town.<br><br>She took her shower, being lucky, she had no room mate and had a private shower in her room, so she took a long hot steamy shower. Around midnight, she was laying on her bed, listening to music, she heard someone slipping some papers under her door, since she was sleepless, she bothered to get up and pick them up, she looked at it and saw it was her time table. <br><br>Her mouth opened wildely as she saw the subject she was to attend...this was...incredible...she knew almost nothing about all of them...two things went trough her mind, the first one...she could skip tomorrow morning's class, and go job hunting so she could leave this place, and the second one, was that she could look trough the web just to get a hint of all of it...she had never stripped, she had never done more the the missionary position, she had never sucked a cock, never even tough about have a more then twosome. Her boyfriend had played with a finger on her ass, which she had not told the head master... and she remembered the feeling was not that bad. <br><br>Since Martine was a little nerdish...she decided to go on the web...just to look a little...and since she was in this special course..she was granted access to a sex related private web site...what she saw...kind of surprised her...there was so much stuff...as she started to look at pictures, watching video, and as she looked at them, she got exited, more then she had gotten with her boyfriend. and without ever noticing, one of her hand got between her legs and she started rubbing her pussy trough her PJ pants, her nipples got rock hard and before she knew it, her laptop was on her desk, she was naked and masturbating like crazy. She got that night one of the best orgasm she never had. <br><br>What she did know, is that every thing that was done on her computer, was logged by the school and each morning, the headmaster received a detailed repport on what each of his girls did on the web.<br><br>Martine got to sleep around 2 am, she had masturbated, and gave herself 2 orgasm, she slept like a baby naked on her bed which she had never did before, she did not heard her alarm clock and overslept, thus missing the monday morning class. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 19:40:37</strong>
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				Mr Johnson retired to his apartment - a luxury building on campus - and slept well, for it had been a long day. When his alarm went off in the morning and he opened his eyes to the soft light that was pouring through his curtains he recalled a dream. Martine had been in it. She had attended his classes and been proud to wear the uniform of Southwarks. Not only that but in his dream, Martine had been attentive and helpful. She had not moaned once as she had stripped, slowly, seductively and teasingly for him in front of the seven other girls that had attended the morning lecture. In his dream her skin looked so soft, youthful, and glowed with her attractiveness. He'd asked her to stay behind as all the other girls got dressed and left to make their way to their next lesson. She had stayed, naked in front of him. She asked him what she wanted and he responded, not verbaly, but by extending his hand and cupping her left breasts. Martine nodded and then purred softly as he carressed her nipple erect. <br><br>It was at that point that the alarm had woken him up, with a raging erection of his own between his legs and the promise that his first lesson was with Martine that very morning. He showered, a cool shower, in the hope it'd calm his libido slightly. Then shaved and dressed. He always liked to look attaractive and well groomed for the very first lesson of term. After all, the girls would eventually be undressing him, and a good first impression counted for a lot.<br><br>He first checked into his office and dealt with various administrative emails. One in particular caught his attention. It was an IT security report, from Martine's room. He looked over the report. A list of pornographic websites with various suggestive names; 'Look Who's fucking Who', 'Ass Bandit's', and 'Sucksess'. At first the report shocked him. He had known girls to use the school facilites for research purposes, but term had not even begun yet and here Martine, the girl that had acted almost aggressively towards him yesterday had been watching these movies. He looked at the clock, and it was time to leave, he had to teach his first class. He got up, straighted his clothing and smiled, perhaps the girl had changed her mind about this place after all. Or perhaps it was all an act. He was sure to find out after the first lesson. Only, she hadn't appeared as he taught the half dozen girls. The first session was video led, and so not wanting for his protegee to get behind so early in the term he decided to pop the video round to her dorm after class. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie and cypridophobia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 05:20:04</strong>
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				Martine woke up around 9 am, she felt terrific, better then she had felt in a couples of days, she was still on her bed, thinking of what to do, Since she had missed the first class, she decided to go look for a job, so she dressed and went looking at the local restaurant, to see if they could need a waitress. Since she was doing this as a part time home, she had some experience, things did not go well at the first four place she visited, they had hired in the previous day. <br><br>At the fit place, a star buck coffee, they were looking for someone and Martine was hired part time. she told her boss that she was attending Southwarks School, and her boss looked at her with a funny grin, but did not say nothing...She talk about her schedule and was to start next wensday. Martine was so happy, it was not the glamorous job in the world...but it would be something to start with. <br><br>She then got back to her room, and called home to tell them the great news. Since, she did not have class this afternoon, Martine decided to go and jog, so she changed and went ruining.&nbsp; After her one hour of jogging, she came back, showered and went down to get some food, and came back in her room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 17:46:25</strong>
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				(Just got approved! :-) )<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w3vxoYJDAO4/Tf4VKaRjUeI/AAAAAAAAA2k/7Q6IhGBJj7U/s1600/emma+watson+2011+3.jpg) </div><br>Erica Crawford was tired of being sent from one boarding school to another. Granted, her parents were rich, and could afford to do this, she felt her parents just wanted to push her off on someone else to raise her. She wasn't one that liked being in boarding schools that much. She had been kicked out of the past 4 because of her behavior, and in one case, hitting on the teacher telling them in German, to fuck her. Her parents were in shock at what she did this past time to get kicked out, and had heard some interesting things about this one. To Erica, this was just another stupid boarding school for her to waste away in. <br><br>She arrived with her backpack and 2 suitcases of clothes and belongings she's collected over the years, and entered inside the school. Her body was still trying ot adjust to the time difference, so she was just about ready for bed even tho it was still the middle of the day here. She went in search of the Head Master to get her room assignment and class schedule so she could finally drop off her stuff and explore this little town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie, JaydenMystic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 18:13:42</strong>
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				On his way over to Martine's dorm, to drop the material in she had missed after only the first class, he was stopped by a girl who had arrived a day later than all the other students. Erica Crawford, she announced herself to him, a German national, so her delay in arriving was attributable to the continent difference. He stopped in his tracks and extended his hand, shaking her's firmly.<br><br>&nbsp;"Pleased to meet you Erica." he smiled, "I have just finished my first class and then have a break this afternoon. Please come and find me in my office, in say 30 minutes and we can catch up on things. I can give you your schedule and let you have the material you missed from this morning." he paused. <br>"In fact one moment..." he took out his mobile phone and spoke to his secretary. <br>"Pheobe my secretary is in the office, so if you go there now, she will make you coffee if you want to wait there?"<br>"Now I really must go I'm afraid, I have an errand to run first... See you later." he dismissed her and then carried on over to the dorm complex. Finding Martine's room on the third floor he knocked but found no answer. Mr Johnson wondered where she might be, and hoped she had had a change of mind. He scribled her a not on the back of the DVD, and posted the material through her letterbox.<br><br>The note read:<br>"<em>Martine, <br>You were abscent for your first class this morning. To catch up, please watch this film - it is footage of a couple of local strip clubs - I hope you learn something from the manner in which these girls undress. Your assignment for our next class is to copy the girls in the film, and perform a strip tease routine. Please come find me if you have any problems. <br>Yours,<br>Mr Johnson</em>"<br><br>He was disappointed not to see Martine in person, butt now he had another duty. To catch up with the new girl Erica. He thought he remembered reading her file. Perhaps she would take his mind of Martine, at least for a short time. Thinking things through he made his way back to his office to greet Erica.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie, JadenMystic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 18:24:07</strong>
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				Erica smiled sweetly at the Head Master, and was much obliged to waiting for him in his office and having some coffee. She hoped that it would help wake her up a bit. More than likely it wouldn't, but she did have something in mind that would keep her awake...as long as she got to have fun before getting kicked out of another boarding school....<br><br>She found his office without a problem. Most of the boarding schools layouts were the same, and since she'd been to so many, it was really no big deal for her to find her way around. She nodded to the secretary and thanked her as she was given the drink, and sipped it drinking it black. No need for any sugar or other stuff to make it worse. She was led into his office to sit and look around while she waited. She saw that their were two uniforms up on the wall and smiled seeing them. <em>"I could get used to wearing something like that!</em> <br><br>When she heard the door open she was standing behind the Head Master's desk reading about the history of the school smiling the entire time. If her parents had any clue what kind of school this was, they'd be livid. She'd just have to lie to them and tell them the same stuff she always did about the schools. At least this time, she didn't feel like she'd be lying too much to them. This school looked like it was going to be a blast!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie, JaydenMystic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 14:37:20</strong>
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				When Martine arrived in her room, she found the note and the DVD, she looked at the note, looked at the DVD, and snorted...looking at girl stripping and mimicking them what would this bring, beside an other copycat, from and other, from an other, she set the DVD on the empty bed,&nbsp; and sat on her bed and started to eat her lunch. <br><br>Then, she looked around, for something to do, she did not have allot of money and well, she did not want to wander around the campus aimlessly, she figure out she could go walking around the town to visit it...after all it was her first time in a big city, but she was not much in a mood to visit. <br><br>She then tough she could go to the library and read some books. so she got up and decided to open the shades of her room to let some sunshine in and opened the windows as it was a little hot inside. then she decided to finish unpacking her stuff. she looked at the DVD on the empty bed and picked it up to throw it away, then, looked at her laptop and decided...to take look at it...so she putted in and started to watch it...<br><br>Martine never went as near of a strip club, just to see what it looked like and started to watch the girls strip...she was hypnotized by what she saw. those girl were beautiful, and the lingerie was nice. Martine watched the whole video, and decided after to go and look at lingerie. she was curious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie, JaydenMystic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 17:35:11</strong>
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				An eyebrow was raised as he saw Erica actually behid his desk reading the history of Southwarks school from the Charter and photos that were behind his desk. He was impressed for two reasons; Erica was still smiling after she had read the information, and secondly that she had had the nerve to go snooping about the office while he was gone. He supposed he had said he was going to be much longer than he actually was, and so felt the snooping was probably more his own lack of instruction rather than anything else. His own fault really. But he had been in such a rush to stop by Martine's. Nevermind, Erica was his new plaything for her induction anyhow.<br><br>"So, I see you've made yourself comfortable?" Mr Johnson said, slightly amused, slightly sarcastically. <br>"Like what you see?" he didn't her to respond to that question he could tell from her grin - like a Cheshire Cat. He made his way around to his side of the desk from the doorway.<br>"Please be seated and I'll give you your room key and associated data." He sat in his Chichester style chair and began rooting around on the computer and then in the draws on his desk while Erica sat in front of him. <br>"Here's your room key, you are in Aphroditie block, 7b, I hope you find everything to your liking there." he passed her the key on a little red fob, the same questionnaire he had given Martine was underneath. <br>"And if you wouldn't mind filling out that paperwork - just a short question paper about your 'experiences' I'd be most grateful." He paused arms on the desk, hands supporting his head, looking down his glasses somewhat as he looked over the German girl infront of him. He loved this bit. In a moment&nbsp; once she had filled the paperwork out, he'd ask her to strip and to wear the summer unifrom that was laid out on a table behind her. His eyes were already mentally undressing her, and he found his loins stirring already - perhaps they had been subdued all morning following his dream of Martine, and now just the prospect of seeing a new student's naked flesh had started to rekindle his desires.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie, JaydenMystic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 17:46:08</strong>
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				Erica smiled when the Dean entered and caught her behind his desk. She was alreaady to receive a punishment considering she was told ot wait outside with the secretary, but she didn't mind. She had something else in mind to hopefully get her out of that punishment...<br><br>"Yes, Very comfortable. Love the uniforms, by the way."<br><br>Erica sat down in her black lacy top that was long enough to be a dress. She decided on no panties today, and after meeting the Dean was glad for that decision. As she sat down in the chair, the dress/shirt rode up so just barely cover her ass and pussy. She took the room key, and smiled more.<br><br>"Do I have a roommate or do we all have our own room?"<br><br>She looked at the paperwork he handed her, and smiled. This place looked like it was going to be a LOT of fun. She quickly filled out the questiare, and handed it back to him mentioning on there that she's not a virgin, she loves to suck cock, women turn her on too, but had never done anything with them, andonly done a MMF once, and that that was the hardest she had ever cum in her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie, JaydenMystic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaulera</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 10:08:28</strong>
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				Excited to be going to school again Alexis was wandering the halls looked for the Dean. The school was a wonderful looking place and had many pictures and paintings of beautiful women on the walls. The school was completely massive and she didn't know where to start.<br><br>As Alexis wandered the halls she pondered over how many people she would be in class with and how many classes there would even be. All she knew is that she needed to see the dean for induction.<br><br>After several more minutes, Alexis came to a classroom and having nothing else to do plucked a textbook from a cabinet. The title was a little odd but that wasn't too bad. She turned away from the door and plonked her elbows down on a desk and opened it up.<br><br>(http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo166/conrado_cap/girls/liz_vicious051.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores (@nthony, anne sophie, JaydenMystic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 10:17:03</strong>
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				<strong>Mr Johnson an Erica (In the Dean's Office)</strong><br><br>Mr Johnson couldn't help but feel a hardness develop further between his legs as Erica passed the paperwork back to him, taking the trouble to explain her experiences to him rather than just&nbsp; leave him read the questionnaire. He couldn't help but feast his eyes on her black lacy top, and soon he'd be feasting his eyes on her young flesh underneath. The fact that the dress rode up as she had sat in front of him, barely covering her, pleased him even more. His mind let out a mental moan of pleasure as he witnessed this.<br><br>"To answer your question, you'll be sharing your room. But the student is also a late arrival. I'm expecting her soon, and I hope you two get on well." Mr Johnson smiled trying to reassure the grinning foreign student that sharing wasn't all that bad.<br><br>"I think... From your answers Erica, that I can make some room for you on some of our more mature content courses. I'll write your timetable up later, but as a taster, I'm pondering; the three and moresomes class, the sex toys class, and possibly the anal or bondage class. 'm sure you'll like them all though." He raised his eyebrow in a friendly suggestive manner.<br><br>"I'm very pleased that you like the uniforms Erica. The summer one in particular is a favourite of mine." he paused taking time to look over the features of her face. <br><br>"We have a bit of a tradition here actually. It's my pleasure as the Head of the School to induct you here, and in return, you have to perform a little service for me." He unfolded his hands and bought them down on top of the desk, fidgeting with his expensive Cartier silver pen as he did so. <br>"I require you to change into your new uniform for me now. You'll find it all laid out on the desk behind you." He smiled now broadly. <br>"And please don't rush. Once you are done, you are free for the rest of the day to do as you please." He lent backwards in his chair away from his desk and waited.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaulera</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 10:45:42</strong>
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				Alexis was immediately shocked by the development in the textbook and rifled through the other textbooks to see if they were the same.<br>All of the textbooks were about sex!<br><br>She then wondered what sort of classes she would be participating in at a school about sex. The realization dawned upon her that after her parents sent her here, they said she was on her own because she herself chose to go there.<br><br>Alexis raced down the halls in a state of alarm, hoping and praying that the dean could sort this out. Twisting and turning for a long while through the corridors, She now found the door that had the Dean's name on it. She opened the door to an even more shocking sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 07:20:53</strong>
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				Erica smiled and slowly took of her top before even walking over to the uniforms. She then moved over closer to the Dean's' desk and puuled off her skirt, revealing a black lacy bra and panty set that didn't seem to cover much of her body. She brushed herself up against him in order to get the top which she slowlygrabbed letting her breasts linger in front of his face before she used the shirt to pull him even closer to her hardened nipples in the cool office. She then put the top on after letting him taste her nipples before sne moved to get the skirt and put it on.<br><br>Once she stepped into the skirt she did a little spin for him, and went back over to him. She then let her hands roam over the dean's body and down to his pants to unbutton and unsip them, wanting to see his Manhood since he wanted to see her body. It only seemed fair to her. When she saw how hard he was, it had made hre really wet, and she dropped down onto her knees in front of him, giving him one hell of a blowjob there in his office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 15:20:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA3dckd4cGc/TTEG-CuGlOI/AAAAAAAAKG8/oIpC8Z-Dx-U/s1600/Gabriela%2BFox%2B%25281%2529.jpg)</div>It had been a long ride to the school and Eva Marquez wasn't exactly thrilled with the destination.<br><br>"Great, a school in the middle of nowhere," she muttered to herself. "Not even a mall in sight."<br><br>After getting out of the cab, she gave the driver a hefty tip to carry her bags over to her room. She only had two, which was subsistence living for Eva. Daddy had insisted she only take a few things with her since this place had a uniform, something Eva was not looking forward to. She thought that was kind of weird but then again so was the idea of Eva at art school. She had never shown any talent there so she had no idea why idea busted out the wallet to get her into here, not like it would have put a dent in the finances of Guillermo Marquez. When you one of San Diego's top financiers, you can find ways to get your airhead daughter into a school even when colleges won't touch her because of her abysmal GPA.<br><br>As Eva made her way to the dorms, she realized here was something else missing from the campus.<br><br>"What? No boys? The hell..."<br><br>Eva was exactly boy-crazy, she just liked having them around to give her attention and buy her stuff. She knew she was one hot bitch so she would flirt and tease but rarely ever seal the deal. Once a girl did that a guy would just stop trying to impress her. Why give that up for a minute of sweaty grunting? Eva had been hoping that with the money this place cost, she could find some rich kids to wrap around her finger but no luck there.<br><br>"No malls, no boys... what else could go wrong?"<br><br>Eva got her answer when she got to her room... there were two beds in it. Eva would be having a room mate. She stood there fuming as the cab driver dropped off her bags and went on his way, pausing to get one last look of Eva's tight young body so he could jack off once he got back to his taxi. After a minute or so of pouting, Eva stormed out and headed toward the dean's office. there was no way she was going to put up with this.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>@nthony</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 17:54:45</strong>
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				<strong>The Dean's Office (Erica and Mr Johnson)</strong><br><br>The German girl had shown him almost instantly that she was not backward in being forwards. She'd fit in well at the school. No further evidence was required. She had removed her top quickly, not even having the formality to leave her seat first, giving the Dean his first view of her flesh. Her skirt came off as she approached him, walking around to his side of the desk for the second time on only her first visit here. He swivelled his chair around to get the best view he could and he wasn't dissapointed. Her nipples poking through her lacy bra, and the same material barely covering her groin. She looked a treat. <br><br>Erica's breasts looked even better in 'high definition' as she proceeded lean over him to get to the uniforms, she had pulled the front of her bra down slightly, and open invitation for him to extend his lips and suck her pert little nipples in turn. He couldn't help but moan loudly now, sounding his appreciation for the pupils form. <br><br>She then dressed, and Mr Johnson began to think all his fun for the day was over. After a little spin around the otherside of the desk, in which he couldn't take his eyes off of those breasts, those legs and her ass, he was expecting her to sit back down job complete. Erica had other ideas however, and was quickly back around his side of the desk, fingers playfully pulling at his shirt, and then downwards, undoing his pants expertly. He was already nearly erect, a good eight and a half to nine inches in length, and thick, oh so very thick. He kept himself trimmed, preffering both the look, but also for practical purposes; it was far easier to assess a girls performance in class if both could see what they were doing properly. His balls were large and churning in his scrotum, pulled up close towards his body. <br><br>As she knelt down infront of him and sucked on his hardening shaft for a few minutes, the door to his office was flung open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 18:02:03</strong>
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				Erica didn't let the door flinging open stop her from continuing the Dean's blow job. It just seemed to turn her on more wanting to take off her lace panties and let him fuck her. She was horny, and had loved the taste of his cock in her mouth. She kept licking and sucking his thick, hard shaft making sure it stayed nice and wet for her so when she had the chance she could get on top of him and ride him hard. She didn't care who it was that may have entered. They could join in too for all she cared jsut as long as she was the one that got to fuck him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boarding School for Wannabe Whores </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anne sophie</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 23:30:52</strong>
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				Martine was bored, she was in her room, nothing was happening, she did not know what to do...she was caught here...her hand, went to the computer...and she browsed a little but..nothing tempted her. Before she knew it, she was on the school special server...and she started to watched some porn movies and, before she knew it...she was getting exited...her hand went to her breast, and slowly it made it way between her legs, and, before she could control herself...her was getting naked, and she was starting to masturbate.<br><br>She never felt so horny in her life, she was loving what she saw....her finger teasing her clit, fingering her wet pussy, a hand on her tits, she loved to play with her boobs she was on fire.<br><br>(http://www.pornpin.com/galleries/britany-18-years-old/britany-18-years-old_013.jpg)
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