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With his approval, and the priest’s, she had claimed her dream job, working next to her crush.

And yet her mind was a haze, fingers going to her cheeks and gathering some of his cum, drawing it into her lips. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps she was just a natural slut.

A smile quirked her lips.

She couldn’t wait to tell Mr. Muran.

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The Innocent Tease - Book 4

Book Themes:

Impregnating Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Blowjobs, Simultaneous Orgasm, Pregnancy Sex, and Breeding

Word Count:

5,388

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Amy was left braless, pantiless and sore by the activities of the day, but more than that, she was happy. She’d gotten what she was after, and her dream job was now hers; an assistant teacher working under her crush, Mr. Muran.

Despite how long the day had been, and how physically exhausting it’d been fucking her way to her answer, she practically skipped her way back to town through the woods. All the way, her mind rang with the joy of knowing she’d not have to go back to work at the farm, that she’d have a career doing what she loved instead.

Right alongside the man she fancied.

On her way back through town, she met some of the smiling faces of the other townsfolk. They appeared more chipper and gossipy than usual, she noted, more of them stopping to try and chat with her. She’d not experienced such enthusiasm from them since her father pulled the two of them back after her mother’s death.

She had no time for chit chat, however, and she politely excused herself each time to make her way to the school house.

Class was already ended by the time she got there, the students already gone, and — she worried — so might Mr. Muran.

Entering into the building, she called out through its simple halls.

“Mr. Muran?” her words echoing through the corridors. There were only a few classrooms, the town just wasn’t that big after all. So it didn’t take long for him to hear and respond.

“Back here in the classroom, Amy,” he called back from behind his desk, grading some tests.

She couldn’t help it. She ran, her smile so bright and enthusiastic as she came to the door, skidding to a stop as she held onto the frame, her maryjanes slipping a bit on the floor.

“Mr. Muran!” she panted, her cheeks red and her large, braless breasts heaving from the jog. “They said yes!”

Her french braid was messed up, brown hair a little fuzzy along it, her navy skirt clasped around her hips and her socks pulled up high. None of her clothing fit all that well, the busty young woman almost bursting out of her near see-through top, but her tanned cheeks were flushed with innocent excitement.

Her teacher was such a handsome man, tall and broad shouldered, but lean and good looking. He had short hair that looked so much more styled than the other men of the town, and glasses that clearly came from a boutique of some sort well beyond their town’s limits.

Dressed in his nice sport coat and tie, he looked up at her from his desk with surprise. Finding that busty young woman panting and grinning at him so excitedly.

Though even the lewd sight of her didn’t distract him too long from his own excitement at her words.

“They did?” he said, standing up, placing down his pen. “That’s… that’s great!” he exclaimed, pushing back his chair and moving to her with open arms. “Congratulations Amy!”

“Thank you!” she said, bounding into the room, her breasts jostling before she wrapped her arms around him tightly, her fresh scent of the lake and spring air mingling with something more carnal. Something she didn’t even know about until he’d set her on her task.

He could feel those thick, supple mounds press into him, detect that scent on her, and as they embraced his hug went from innocent to… something a little more. His hands dipped down to the edge of her skirt and he pulled back to look her over. Able to see her breasts so clearly without her bra beneath that top, the pink of her areolas showing through.

“You have become such a woman, Amy,” he said approvingly, his handsome face stretched into a warm, almost fatherly smile. “And I was lucky enough to see it happen here in my classroom.”