Dalia Sees an Old Teacher

This is part two of Dalia's summer break, Dalia is a 19 year old student at home for the summer after her first year at college. Dalia is athletic, flexible, and insatiably horny. 5'2, curly brunette hair, freckles, green eyes, with a bubble butt and D cup tits. In part 1 of our story Dalia bumped into a neighbor, who treated himself to a sloppy blowjob.

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Every night for the next few days Dalia went to her window to see if Mr. Martin had lit his lamp to summon her, but to her dismay, his house was dark. Then she fucked herself to sleep with her toys, imagining his massive perfect cock stretching all her holes. It was all she could think about.

But, life went on, and one day Dalia had to go and get groceries. She put on a little black thong and matching push up bra, a sheer, loose fitting white tank top and some blue jean booty shorts, topped off with her favorite black choker. After admiring herself in the mirror she went out, thinking maybe she'd bump into Mr. Martin at the store.

But it wasn't Mr. Martin she saw, it was Mr. Carlyle, standing in the produce section and examining some melons.

Mr. Carlyle had been her English teacher back in high school. Her and her friends loved teasing him by wearing low cut tops into class and sitting in the front row. He was an easy one to crush on, 6'0 with neat, dark hair and an athletic body, round frame glasses, and a great sense of humor.

Dalia smiled and tapped him on the shoulder, enjoying the way his face got red when he turned around and saw her.

"Hi Mr. Carlyle! It's me, Dalia!

"Yes, it is." Mr. Carlyle looked distracted, his eyes roving up and down her body. It gave her goosebumps and she giggled.

"Oh, excuse me," he blushed again, "So good to see you, are you making us proud at school this year?"

"I'm trying Mr. Carlyle, but classes are hard. Plus, I might have been doing a little partying.."

"Why am I not surprised to hear that?" His eyes drifted down to her chest as she giggled again. "Hey, want to grab a drink? I know a place that will let us in early."

"oh! Sure, that would be fun." Dalia bit her lip and smiled, pleasantly surprised.

Mr. Carlyle put out his hand and walked her out of the supermarket, leaving his shopping behind. He escorted her out the front door, making sure to walk behind her so he could watch her perfect ass rock side to side as she went.

He took her to a dingy looking dive bar behind the hardware store and knocked on the door. A huge hairy man in a white tank top and black jeans answered, polishing a glass. He gave Dalia a bored look and waved them both in. Mr. Carlyle put his hand on Dalia's lower back and walked her to the bar. They sat.

"Dalia, this is my friend Steve." Mr. Carlyle told her.

"Hi Steve," Dalia gave Steve a big smile. He stared into her eyes, giving her a look that made her feel like she was shrinking.

"what'll it be princess?"

"Gin and tonic, please." Dalia blushed as the man grunted and went to fix them drinks.

Steve ignored them and cleaned the bar while Dalia and Mr Carlyle caught up, but after two or three G&Ts Dalia was starting to feel very tipsy, and Mr. Carlyle started quizzing her about her sex life at school. She was just telling him about the time she blew two guys at a frat party when Steve flicked on a light and a disco ball illuminated over a strippers pole on a low stage that Dalia hadn't noticed before.

"Oh my god, this place is a strip club!?" Dalia's mouth hung open, cheeks flushed from the booze.

Steve laughed, " Sometimes, when we're lucky."

Dalia looked back at him, filled with liquid courage. "I've never danced on a real strip pole before, can I try it?"

"Sure, knock yourself out."

Steve flipped on some music and Dalia got up on stage and started to dance. At first she was being silly but as time went on she started getting really into it. Steve had some good taste in music and Dalia's athleticism let her do some cool tricks on the pole, some of the things she'd seen in movies.

But shit, she was stripping, otherwise what was the point? She felt a rush as she tugged down her shorts first.. kicking them off and shaking her gymnast booty while the guys cheered. They sat in front of the stage to watch and Mr. Carlyle came up and put a 20 in her thong.

Her top was off next, then her bra. Soon she was dancing topless, just her thong, practicing turning herself upside down on the pole.

Steve grinned after about twenty minutes and got up to finish getting ready to open. But Mr. Carlyle stayed, leaning back in his seat, staring with a big smile on his face. Dalia crawled down to the edge of the stage by him and then onto her back, reaching for him. He beckoned her towards him. She crawled off the stage and onto his lap to give him a lap dance.

She could feel his cock through his pants, rock hard and throbbing. He put his hands on her thighs and guided her as she grinded up and down. Starting to get so wet, she let out a moan, getting herself off on his lap. He reached one hand up her back to her hair and grabbed a handful, pulling back.

"Hey!" Steve was shouting at them from the bar, "Take it in the back, I'm opening any minute now."

Mr. Carlyle stood up and shoved her towards a back room, she giggled and pulled him after her, kicking the door to the office shut as they went inside. Mr. Carlyle pressed her up against a wall with his hand on her throat and the other between her legs. His fingers impatiently pulled her thong aside and pressed up and into her tight wet pussy. Dalia moaned, she reached down with her hand, fumbling with his zipper and belt until she finally got his cock out and stroked it, feeling him smear precum on her belly.

He shoved against her, lifting one thigh with his hand and shoving his into her hot wet sex, ramming her up against the wall over and over again. Dalia screamed, she could feel the wall behind her shaking. She lifted her other leg, feeling him lift her body with his two hands under her thighs and slam her against the wall like a little fuck puppet.

Her muscles already tingling from the pole, she wrapped her legs around him and held on tight as he fucked her hard. He came as soon as she did, she moaned, and whimped, "fuck me, fuck me hard, fill me up with your cum," as he flooded her with his hot sticky cum, breathing hard into her ear.

When he was done he stepped back, wiping his cock on her stomach and squeezing out the last few drops. She smiled, unsteady, knees wobbling and catching her breath. He looked at his watch.

"Shit, I got to get going. Wife gets home soon." He winked at her as he did his belt and got ready to walk out.

"T.. Thank you, Sir." Dalia blurted out, her cheeks burning as he smiled wider.

"Any time."

Dalia caught her breath, reaching down to touch herself and then licking her fingers, thinking.

She heard voices in the bar.

Shit! She left all her clothes out on the stage!

Dalia took a deep breath and opened the door to the office, stepping out into the bar as quietly as she could.

The voices stopped. Dalia looked up and saw a police officer, leaning against the bar with Steve, mid conversation, the both of them now staring at Dalia with interest.

The police officer came towards Dalia and she froze, nearly naked, cum dripping down her belly. He looked her up and down.

"Let's see some ID, miss."

"It's over there, in my shorts." Dalia pointed, her lip trembling. Her mind raced, wondering if she could get arrested for what she had done.

The cop smirked and went to her shorts, his eyes never leaving her body. He stooped and took out her wallet, looking down at her licence. He seemed to grunt with approval, and put it back where he had found it.

"I don't think you're old enough to be drinking here yet, are you?"

"No, Sir."

"Well then, maybe you'd better see yourself out."

"Yes, Sir."

Dalia went to her clothes and got dressed, the cop and Steve leaning together at the bar and watching her, big grins on their faces. She couldn't find her bra anywhere, she looked all around the stage, but it was gone.

"I said, time to move it." The cop barked at her from across the room.

"Yes, Sir!" Dalia got up and left quickly, her perky tits bouncing under her little white top. When she stepped out onto the street she could hear them laughing behind her. She was all the way back home before she realized she forgot to get her groceries. Dalia decided it would be best to order in.

But first.. she lay in bed.. touching herself.. making herself cum over and over again as she thought about her new favorite bar.