Beast intentions.
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
hiddensinn
You softly groan. Rubbing your face you look down to see your hand covered in red. At first gasping loudly and fidgeting before realizing that it wasn't anything dangerous, only the still slightly wet lipstick of your would be clients mother. The same mother who's current giggle at your struggles would cause your surroundings to wobble violently. Craning your neck you would find your overly affectionate host kicking back. Not ever looking at you as she lounges upon the pool chair.
"Oh Sammy! Guess your awake!~" you would attempt to squirm out from between the woman's soft orbs only to find them heavily pressing down on you as she flexs her arms. "Now now, don't do that! We have plenty of time to play some more later. But now let's just rest and get to know each other. Hmm?"
Your face breaks out into another awkward blush. For a time the two of you simply lay together in the sun. The pocket of cleavage your wedged in making for a stuffy but strangly comfortable position. Janice's soft mountains firmly holding you as the sun's rays mixed with her own warmth. You nearly nod off before shuttering at another giggle. "Goodness Sammy! Passout from a simple smooch, then pass out from a simple hug? Hmmph. Your gona need to be a bit tougher then that to teach my daughter." You groan a bit. Making a reply that seems to make the chest shake a bit in surprise.
"I-i c-Can handle your d-daughter! I-its just... *cough* I'm n-not a stranger to b-being in d-dangruou situations!" You stammer. ... there is another pause as you look to see Janice is still not even look at you. Which seemed to sting a bit, you hated people never noticing you. But someone seeming to activly ignore you in the middle of a conversation. Silence hangs in the air some more... was she waiting on you? "Yeah! I've survived in the bottom of a hand bag for a few days no worst for wear!" You deciding to leave out the specifics of your mother accidentally locking you in her lip stick. Janice seemed to stir at that, still not looking but placing a hand on her left breast, lightly squishing you. "Ooooh?~ so I wouldn't have to worry about my boy toy expiring if I forgot about him for a bit?~ such a strong sturdy young man you are!" She teased.
"Y-yep!" ... silence filled the air between you two. "I also graduated top of my class! All honors." This didn't seem to pull any response. Goodness it was starting to get hot. You blinked trying to keep sweat and stick from entering your eyes. The pressure from Janice's hand was starting increase. It was starting to get hard to breath. Not that you needed it but it would make conversing a tad bit more difficult. ... "I uhh have a nearly complete set of some rare toys?" The pressure would increase. "*cough* Janice! You... smushing meeeeee...." you would feel your lower body do its thing and compress between the older woman's breasts with one loud squeaky toy like gasp from you! Janice would shutter and finally draw some attention to you. Her face looking down...
"Oh Sammy! Guess your awake!~" you would attempt to squirm out from between the woman's soft orbs only to find them heavily pressing down on you as she flexs her arms. "Now now, don't do that! We have plenty of time to play some more later. But now let's just rest and get to know each other. Hmm?"
Your face breaks out into another awkward blush. For a time the two of you simply lay together in the sun. The pocket of cleavage your wedged in making for a stuffy but strangly comfortable position. Janice's soft mountains firmly holding you as the sun's rays mixed with her own warmth. You nearly nod off before shuttering at another giggle. "Goodness Sammy! Passout from a simple smooch, then pass out from a simple hug? Hmmph. Your gona need to be a bit tougher then that to teach my daughter." You groan a bit. Making a reply that seems to make the chest shake a bit in surprise.
"I-i c-Can handle your d-daughter! I-its just... *cough* I'm n-not a stranger to b-being in d-dangruou situations!" You stammer. ... there is another pause as you look to see Janice is still not even look at you. Which seemed to sting a bit, you hated people never noticing you. But someone seeming to activly ignore you in the middle of a conversation. Silence hangs in the air some more... was she waiting on you? "Yeah! I've survived in the bottom of a hand bag for a few days no worst for wear!" You deciding to leave out the specifics of your mother accidentally locking you in her lip stick. Janice seemed to stir at that, still not looking but placing a hand on her left breast, lightly squishing you. "Ooooh?~ so I wouldn't have to worry about my boy toy expiring if I forgot about him for a bit?~ such a strong sturdy young man you are!" She teased.
"Y-yep!" ... silence filled the air between you two. "I also graduated top of my class! All honors." This didn't seem to pull any response. Goodness it was starting to get hot. You blinked trying to keep sweat and stick from entering your eyes. The pressure from Janice's hand was starting increase. It was starting to get hard to breath. Not that you needed it but it would make conversing a tad bit more difficult. ... "I uhh have a nearly complete set of some rare toys?" The pressure would increase. "*cough* Janice! You... smushing meeeeee...." you would feel your lower body do its thing and compress between the older woman's breasts with one loud squeaky toy like gasp from you! Janice would shutter and finally draw some attention to you. Her face looking down...
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