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.
