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The facade of respectability often crumbles to dust with remarkable swiftness once its protective armor has been pierced.
The relatively minor investigation into the conduct of one police officer results in the discovery of massive corruption within the force. A routine check by the government of a corporation’s finances turns up damning evidence of widespread tax evasion, graft, kickbacks, bribes and payoffs. Insignificant-looking cysts reveal malignant tumors.
And what of the facade of righteousness and puritan morality in the hallowed halls of that renowned East Coast institution, the private school?
What really goes on behind those ivy-covered walls? Does depravity belong exclusively to the ghetto-dweller, as many of the more fortunate among us would like to think?
TEACHER’S DIRTY PICTURES-a serious and shocking story about a teacher and her students at one school where the most popular subject was sex … and the lessons they all learned from their experiences.
Laura’s cunt ached for the giant hard-on that gently swayed back and forth a few inches from her face. That Art had gotten a phone call during their foreplay was one thing; explaining the delay to her drooling pussy was another. It just didn’t want to know about interruptions business or otherwise.
Be a good little girl, she told herself, eyeing the ballooning head of his cock with lust, while her mind suggested alternatives to just waiting quietly for him to finish the call like bending forward a little and sucking the purplish knob of his cock into her hungry mouth. Just to keep it stiff; her mind offered as a logical excuse. But she fought off the temptation, even though the smell of his cock was making her dizzy with anticipation. She knew the call was important to him and didn’t want to do anything to spoil it.
She watched his eyes slowly lower, taking in her sensuous, waiting nakedness and coming to rest at her crotch. He was staring past the cunt-hair to the eye below and she squeezed off a wink at him. Whether he saw it or not didn’t matter now, because he was finished with the call and returned the phone to the night table beside the bed.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number PP-7587 in the original publications (a duplicate).