Deep Throat Dottie

Dottie (35 yrs.) is a bleach blonde (32-24-32) who is the high school English teacher. She always wears business dresses with high heels and the hair is tied up into buns. The eyeglasses make her look smart. Each morning before classes. She jogs around the school's track and field to stay in good shape. A hired security guard protects her.

Dottie is a fan of her home wrestling team who never attends the out-of-town competitions. She doesn't chase athletes from her school but studies other team wrestlers carefully. She approached Marcus (18 yrs.) a few weeks back when he came to town to compete. She slipped her business card down the front of his tight wrestling suit. It was right after his match when he headed toward the gym locker room.

Marcus stands at 5'10" and weighs 145 lbs. He's a handsome dark red-head who has lean cut muscles including the 8-pack abdominals. He is also a school state champion in his weight division.

On Wednesday afternoon inside Dottie's school office. Her iPhone vibrates on top of the desk. She grabs it and sees that Marcus is calling her.

"Hello," she says.

"Uh.... Hi.... This is Marcus," he replies nervously.

Dottie responds, "I'm glad you called me, Marcus."

He says, "I-I'm sorry I took so long to call."

"That's okay. I'm just glad you called," she says softly.

"Uh.... Deep Throat Dottie, right?" he asks.

"Yes, that's right Marcus."

"Um.... Are you a prostitute?"

"No, I'm not Marcus."

He nervously laughs, "Hahaha.... I was wondering. No woman ever gave me this kind of business card before."

"Deep Throat Dottie is my name and my specialty," she says.

He is relieved, "Hahaha.... Okay.... Dottie."

"Your team travels to my town again for a wrestling tournament. If you win your match. You'll be ranked number #1 in the district," she replies.

He says, "That's right Dottie. Michael is my toughest competition. From your school."

"He beat you last year too," she says.

Marcus replies, "Yeah, but I'll beat him when I come to town."

"You don't sound too confident Marcus," she replies.

"My confidence is on the wrestling mat," he says.

She retorts, "Whether you win or lose. I'll do my job as Deep Throat Dottie."

He laughs, "Hahahaha.... Okay Dottie. I'll make sure I win."

"When you come to town. I'll be in the fan bleachers. Just look for the bleach-blonde," she responds.

It is Saturday during the wrestling tournament. Marcus steps onto the mat against Michael his top competitor. Joseph is a wrestling teammate and best friend of Marcus. He walks up to Dottie in the bleachers.

He leans into her, "Hey Dottie. Marcus says he'll wait for you in the parking lot."

The school gym is closed and the tournament is over. Several cars sit in the south parking lot with two street lights above.

Joseph climbs out of his truck and quietly closes the driver door. He wears a thick sweat shirt, jeans and a baseball cap. He steps behind one car and then another. He reaches an old van and leans down behind it.

Dottie had backed up her Ford Capri on the left side of that van. Joseph is still bent down as he walks behind her car. He peeks around to the passenger side and sees the open window. He also hears the voice of Marcus.

"Oh-Yeahhhh.... Ohh-Ohhhhh.... Yeahhhhh.... Ohhhh-Dottie," he groans.

Joseph stands up slowly and steps closer to get a better view. He sees Marcus leaning back against the passenger seat. He jerks his head side to side. Then, Joseph sees Dottie's blonde head slowly bouncing up and down. Marcus grips her ponytail with his left hand. She wears no shirt and no bra.

Marcus keeps moaning, "Uh-Uhh-Ohhhhh.... Take-It-All.... T-Take-It-Dottie.... Yeah-Yeahh... There-You-Go."

Joseph moves his head to the right to get a better look. Dottie slides her lips up the length of a 6-inch cock. She licks over his cock-tip and then slides all the way down again. Joseph looks closer and sees her lips touch the crotch hair.

Marcus screams, "Ohhhh.... Hold-It-Dottie.... My-Cock... Is-Down-Your-Throat.!!"

She does hold it as he grips her ponytail tightly. Joseph leans in closer to hear Dottie controlling her breathing. She knows what she's doing.

"Ohhhhh-Dottie.... Feelz-Good.... So-Damn-Good," Marcus grunts.

Her lips slide up and off of his cock. She says, "Does she do this?"

"Ohhh-Damn-Damn... No-Woman-Does... No-Dottie," he replies.

Her right-hand strokes his shaft.

"Damn-Take-It-Again... Please-Take-It... I'm-Gonna-Cum-Dammit!!" he screams.

Her lips slide over his cock-tip and then slowly goes down to his crotch. Her throat swallows up his whole shaft.

Marcus jerks his head and pushes his upper back off the seat.

He explodes, "Ohh-Drain-My-Cock.. Uhh-Unnnnnhh.. Unnnnhh.. Unnnnnnnnhh.. Unnnnnnnnhh.. Unhh-Damn!"

Dottie holds her mouth over that cock as his load squirts down her throat. Marcus continues to jerk his body in pleasure.

Joseph steps back behind the truck and listens.

Marcus says, "Goddamn. That was incredible. You took my whole cock."

Dottie replies, "No one's ever done that you?"

He answers, "Hell no. Goddamn. I think I love you."

Dottie laughs, "Hahahahaha.!!"

It is the following Thursday afternoon inside Dottie's school office. Her iPhone vibrates and she picks it up off the desk. She turns it on and sees an unrecognizable number with the name of Frederick (30 yrs.). Her right forefinger presses the speaker button.

"Hello," she says.

Frederick's voice is heard, "Is this Deep Throat Dottie?"

"Who is this?"

"Frederick. I'm an assistant wrestling coach. Marcus is a top athlete at my school."

"Oh yes, Frederick. I know who you are," Dottie says.

"You do?" he asks.

She answers, "I study other school athletes and their teams. You're a new coach."

He replies, "That's right? I just got this job as an assistant coach."

"Why are you calling Deep Throat Dottie?" she asks.

"Marcus dropped your business card on the floor in the locker room," he answers.

Dottie waits two seconds, "I'm not a prostitute."

Frederick chuckles, "Hahaha... Good-Good."

"I choose my athletes Frederick. They don't choose me," she says.

He asks, "What if I give you a challenge?"

She answers, "In what way?"

"If you studied the coaches closely. I'm in great shape and 9-inches long."

"That's not a challenge Frederick."

She turns off her iPhone.

It's Saturday afternoon. Frederick and his brother Jeffrey (28 yrs.) sit in a truck. They both look in the parking lot of Dottie's high school gym. Frederick sits in the passenger seat wearing his school sweat suit. His brother Jeffrey sits in the driver seat.

Frederick says, "Okay, Dottie will pick me up in her Ford Capri."

Jeffrey asks, "After the wrestling meet?"

"No, she told me to wait until everyone goes home," Frederick answers.

"Okay bro. I'll follow where ever she goes."

"Jeffrey, don't follow too closely. And, don't park in the same lot."

"I got it bro. Man, deep throat Dottie. You lucky bastard."

"And, don't get caught watching."

Jeffrey and Fredrick reach out and they fist-pump each other. Frederick smiles, grabs his sports bag and then climbs out of the truck.

Later that night. Jeffrey parks his truck on an empty street. He gets out, closes the driver door and turns on his iPhone flashlight. He looks down below at the south parking lot from a hill. His feet step onto a dirt trail and he walks past the bushes.

Jeffrey reaches the end of that trail next to the lot. There are no cars except for Dottie's Ford Capri backed up and parked in the corner. The street lights above barely reach that car. Jeffrey walks quietly along the right edge of the lot and sees the driver window wide open. He bends down and walks around behind the back of the Capri.

Frederick's voice is heard, "Ohhh-Shitt.... Shit.... Ohhh-Shit.!!"

Jeffrey whispers, "Dottie's giving it to him."

He quickly looks but can't see into the back window. He then looks around to the passenger side. That window is also wide open and he slowly stands up to look inside.

The blonde head of Dottie is tied into a bun who has no shirt or bra on. Both of her hands are wrapped tight around Frederick's 9-inch cock. Her lips are also clamped around his cock-tip and the tongue licks that tip.

Frederick leans back on the lowered passenger seat. He has no shirt on who has black hair reaching from the chest to his crotch. His upper body squirms in pleasure as he looks down at Dottie.

He groans, "Yeahhh.... Shit.... Yeah-Squeeze-That-Cock.... Ohh-Yeahhh."

Dottie's tongue licks hard and in a circle over his cock-tip.

His lower back lifts off of the seat. He says, "Yeah-Yeahhh.... Dottie-You're-Good.... Fucking-Good.... Ohhh-Shit.!"

Dottie's hands begin to stroke his shaft while she continues to lick. Her grip is tight.

"Ohhhh.... Shit-Yeahhhh.... Yeahhh.... Work-That-Cock," he says.

Her lips slip off the cock-tip and both hands begin to stroke the length of his shaft. She still grips tightly.

Frederick's body flinches as he says, "Oh-Shit.... Shit.... Shit-Yeahhhh.!!"

Dottie's strokes are tight and strong. He watches her hands slide up and down.

"I-I-Can't.... Believe-This-Shit.... Work-Over-My-Cock," he says.

Dottie strokes a few more times and then stops. Her right-hand slides down to his thick black crotch. His cock throbs in the air.

He lays back, breathes hard and continues to watch her. His left hand reaches over to grab her right tit.

She says, "You got a beautiful cock."

He replies, "It's all yours Dottie."

Her hand swings the shaft back and forth.

"I'm gonna take it all in Fredrick," she says.

"You are?" he asks.

"I sure am... Ready?" she asks.

"Holy-Shit. I was ready a long time ago," he replies.

She chuckles, "Hahaha... Missing out?"

He says, "You just don't know."

Her soft wet lips slide over his engorged cock-tip. His left-hand moves from her tit to her blonde head. Both of her lips slide down a few inches. He reacts with a big smile.

"Shit. My cock has never been this hard in a long time," he says.

Her lips slide down a few inches and stops. She breathes with control out of her nose.

He grunts, "Shit... Here we go."

Her lips slide down to five inches and his cock tip slips down her tight throat.

"No-Shit... No-Shit," he says.

She breathes and then her lips slide down to seven inches. His cock-tip is pushed farther down her throat.

He replies loudly, "Holy-Shit... Swallow-It... Fucking-Swallow-It."

Her lips slide down to his full 9-inches as she touches his black crotch. She breathes with total control.

Dottie holds it there.

Frederick breathes hard, "Shit-Shit... Holy-Shit... You took it all."

With complete control. Dottie's lips slide back up a few inches and then back down to his crotch hair. She does it again three more times.

Frederick's body flinches as her mouth fucks his shaft.

"Ohhhh-Shit... That-Feels-Good... Fucking-Good-Dottie," he says.

As her lips move up and down his shaft. She breathes through that nose carefully.

Both of his hands are placed on top of her head.

"Shit... Fuck-It... Fuck-It.... Ohhh-Dottie," he grunts.

Her lips slide up and down his shaft and she can feel him cumming. The lips slide down to the crotch hair and she stops.

Frederick explodes, "Shit.... I'm Cumming.... Uhh-Ahhhhhh.. Ahhhhhhhh.. Ahhhhhhhhhh.. Ahhhhhhhh.. Shiiittttt.!!!"

His load squirts down her throat.

Frederick's body collapses and he falls back against the seat. Dottie's lips slowly slide back up his shaft. She sucks off of his cock-tip. His shaft drops against his lower stomach.

Jeffrey steps to the back of the car and bends down.

He whispers, "Shit bro. That was fucking incredible."