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Whistle Blower

Tom paced the floor of his small apartment, running his fingers through his closely cropped hair.

"It's going to be okay, Tom," Ms. Perry said.

Still pacing with a vague, wordless cadence guiding his steps, Tom said, "He's the head coach. I'm just a janitor and a crazy discharged vet. I can't do this. I can't afford to lose this job."

"You're not going to lose your job, and you're not crazy," Ms. Perry said.

A disbelieving snort escaped him.

"You told me," Ms. Perry encouraged him, while stepping into his path.

"That's different," he said, shaking his head.

"No, it isn't. You saw a faculty member taking advantage of a student, and you knew you had to tell someone. Because you knew it was wrong here..." She lifted a hand and tapped her finger against his temple. Then she moved her hand down and placed her palm over his heart. "And here."

Wish I'd just minded my own god-damned business,

Tom thought. If he had only ignored the whimper he had heard, he wouldn't be in the mess he was in.

He could have gone home — as planned — none the wiser. Instead, he witnessed the head coach fucking a senior cheerleader sprawled on his desk, and spraying cum all over her. Tom had ducked out of sight, and stood paralyzed in disbelief as the man grunted, groaned, and panted.

He heard the cheerleader ask if her grades would be fixed, heard the coach respond that he'd take care of it, and then offer her a towel to clean up with. That's when the paralysis had let him go, and he'd fled before either of them knew he was there.

After a night of dealing with the burden of what he'd witnessed, he'd finally confided in Ms. Perry. She had stayed late, and explained that she was looking into irregularities with a few students' grades when he came into her room to empty her wastebaskets. Seeing the haunted look on his face, she had gently pressed, and drawn the story out of him.

"I mean, you've already told them what happened," Tom said. His already nervous and agitated state was exasperated by the attractive woman's nearness and the scent of her perfume tickling his nostrils.

"They've heard it from me," she said. "They need to hear your testimony directly. You're an eyewitness. Why don't you sit down? We still have two hours before the meeting with the board."

"I just... I can't, Ms. Perry." He shrugged his shoulders and fidgeted, his feet desperate to return to the still-familiar — and slightly calming — march of his time in the service.

"Please, call me Lana. Come on," she said, taking his hand. Her hand felt so soft and tiny as it wrapped around his, lifting it. She tugged, and he followed as she led him to a chair. "Sit down," she prompted.

With a great sigh, he did so. After only a second, he said, "I feel like I'm coming out of my skin."

"Will you try something for me?" she asked. "Close your eyes."

Tom sighed again, but he did close his eyes.

She said, "Okay. Now, don't think about the meeting. Think about something you enjoy. Picture it. Go there."

"Easier said than done," he muttered.

"I know, but I believe in you," she said. "Listen to the sound of my voice. Do you like to fish?"

"I guess," he said, and shrugged. "I haven't gone since I went in the service."

"But you enjoyed it?"

"Yeah," he answered.

"Then imagine sitting next to the lake. You can hear the birds singing in the trees. The lapping of the water against the shore. Smell the moist earth. Feel the sun and the wind on your face. You have your pole in hand, the taut line stretching out into the water. You crank the reel, slowly drawing the lure back toward you."

For a few moments, the sound of her sweet, melodic voice actually did the trick. His frayed nerves ceased to twitch. His muscles relaxed. His racing heart began to slow.

When she paused — perhaps thinking of what to say next — it all surged right back. He opened his eyes, shook his head, and said, "I just can't..."

"It's okay," she said. "We've got to help you relax, though. You're so jittery that they might think you're making the whole thing up." She bit her lower lip for a fraction of a second. "Let me try something else. Close your eyes again."

"I don't think—"

She cut him off. "Please. Give me a chance?"

"I..." Her sweet smile and big eyes brought him up short. He closed his eyes, nodding at the same time.

"I know you're stressed — and not just by this. I think I know what you need," she said.

He stiffened when he felt her fingertips brush over the crotch of his pants.

She said, "Just keep your eyes closed, and let me help you relax."

Startled by the unexpected touch, the first was easy to comply with, because he didn't think he could look her in the eye. The second, however, was a different matter entirely.

"Keep your eyes closed. Relax," she said in her hypnotic voice. Her fingers pressed a little harder against the crotch of his pants. "I think you need this, and I want to do it for you."

Once again, the scent of her perfume set his senses alight. Between that, her touch, and her soft voice, blood inevitably began to swell his manhood.

She let out the softest moan as he hardened beneath her fingers. She squeezed the straightening phallus through his pants, hastening the process.

She encouraged him by saying, "That's it. Let me help you. Keep your eyes closed, and just feel."

After another squeeze of his erection, her fingers popped open the button of his pants. She squeezed and caressed his cock for a couple of seconds more before pulling down the zipper. Once the tab reached the bottom, she parted the v, and pushed his shirt out of the way. Her hand wrapped around his hardness through the much thinner material of his underwear.

"Does that feel good?" she asked.

Not trusting his voice, he nodded.

Another quiet moan passed her lips, and her fingers slid up the length of his almost fully hard cock to the tip in a feather-light caress. There, her fingers lingered for a moment before slipping beneath the waistband.

Tom drew in a deep breath through his nose as she pulled down his briefs, and took his naked cock in hand. It throbbed in her grasp.

"There you go. Just relax. Feel. Let me take all the stress away," she said in a voice that had taken on a husky edge.

Lana's fingers felt so soft and warm as they glided over his hardness. He couldn't help the small grunts that passed his tight throat. It had been a long time since a woman had touched him without getting paid up front for it, and even longer since one had done so tenderly.

His breathing turned deep, and involuntary contractions of his muscles pushed his cock harder against her caressing fingers. He must have oozed some pre-cum, because he felt her smoothing it into the head of his cock.

"Let's get these off," she said, and immediately grasped the waist of his pants.

She tugged on the cloth, and he lifted up from the chair, allowing her to wrestle the garments down to his ankles. Her hand moved beneath his erection, lifting it away from his body. When she moaned again, the sound was closer, and he could feel her warm breath on his cock.

He gasped when her tongue slithered up his length, from root to tip.

Lana moaned louder, and with obvious excitement as she tongued his manhood. The contrast between her hot tongue and her saliva cooling after it passed set him to twitching and groaning.

"Would you like to look now?" she asked, barely pausing in her tongue bath.

Though he did hesitate for a moment, eventually Tom opened his eyes. She was looking up into his as her tongue slathered over him. She gave the tip a kissing suckle, and continued to look deep into his eyes while licking him.

After one long, broad-tongued stroke over his hardness, she said, "I've thought about this so many times." She tickled him with quick flicks of her tongue. "

Nothing

is appropriate at work anymore, though. I'd resigned myself to just fantasies."

With that, she launched into a long series of laps and kisses all over his cock — moaning all the while.

"You have such a gorgeous cock," she said without pausing. "Can I suck it for you?"

"God..." He paused for a moment, having almost called her by the familiar

Ms. Perry

. "Lana," he corrected.

"Yes?" she asked while tickling the ridge under his cockhead with the tip of her tongue.

"Yeah," he answered, giving her a curt nod.

She shivered and let out a whimper. The hand supporting his cock pushed it up straighter, and she moved in closer. She kissed his glans once while looking into his eyes, pushed her dark brown hair back over her shoulder, parted her lips, and took him in.

Tom grunted and stared in wide-eyed astonishment as her hot mouth slowly engulfed him. Deeper and deeper she went, sucking hard. Her concave cheeks provided delicious friction. She didn't stop until her lips pressed against the curly hairs at the root of his cock.

Lana held him in her throat for several seconds, wriggling her tongue against his hardness. When her lips retreated, they slid over his turgid flesh as slowly as she had taken him in.

Her next suck was just as amazing, but stopped an inch or so shy of completely swallowing him. Twice more her sweet lips slid down his throbbing member, and then she took him fully in her throat again.

An almost inaudible gasp and thick strands of saliva stretching from her lips to his cock provided the only evidence of discomfort from taking him so deep. She nuzzled him with her lips, gave the head a lick, and took him in again.

Tom's hands held the arms of the chair in a white-knuckled grip, and his buttocks tightened to rock hardness as he fought against the almost primal need to buck his hips toward her incredible mouth.

Used to nothing but prostitutes and rushed encounters for years, the tenderness and care of her suckling left him awestruck. The sight of her — every little movement — burned into his memory, obscuring the many darker recollections that had haunted him for years.

The grace with which she pushed her hair out of the way. The sensuality of the way she licked her lips. The desire alight in her eyes every time they met his. It was almost overwhelming.

She was in no hurry, maintaining the slow, methodic strokes of her mouth up and down his shaft. She would pause every so often to lick and kiss him, in order to catch her breath and swallow. Soon enough, his whole shaft glistened with thick, bubbly saliva. It soaked the hairs at the root of his cock, dribbled through the creases in his balls, and dripped from them to the chair below.

The itch in his glans built steadily as she engulfed him, spreading down his shaft. His balls tightened, and it became more difficult by the second to keep his hips under control. She accepted the unavoidable bucks of his hips without complaint, even though his cock was pushing even deeper into her throat.

Tom breathed hard. His muscles bulged as he fought against the desire to thrust or pull her head down. She must have been able to tell he was getting close. She moaned, "Mmm hmm," around him as she pulled back toward the head. When it passed her lips with a wet pop, she said, "Come for me."

A loud growl escaped him when she swallowed him again.

Three more times, his cock vanished into her mouth, and then he was on the cusp. He was at the point of no return as her lips slid slowly up his hardness to the tip, and then back down to the root.

He came with a lurch and a loud exclamation similar to a bark. It had been two days since he had jerked off, and it felt as if every ounce of that pent up cum erupted directly into her throat in one violent blast.

Lana's cheeks puffed out, she croaked around him, and her shoulders hunched, but it only lasted a moment. Her lips tightened around him and began their journey back to the tip once more. Tom pulsed, flooding her mouth with hot cum three more times before she reached the tip.

She sucked on about an inch of his pulsing shaft, taking every drop he had to offer, and moaning in delight between every ejaculation. After what felt like an eternity, cum finally stopped surging into her mouth, and he began to grow sensitive. Lana sucked him a few more times, causing him to writhe in his chair. Then, with a final kiss on the swollen head, she let him go.

She licked her luscious lips, smiled, and asked, "Feeling better?"

Tom went limp in his chair and let out the first true, heartfelt chuckle that had come upon him in years.

****

Upon hearing his story, identifying the cheerleader he'd witnessed, and seeing Lana's evidence of the grade tampering, the board president called the coach in to suspend him immediately, pending more investigation. The board stressed that they had no doubt that the coach would be fired, and likely face other repercussions.

At Lana's insistence, the girls were not to be punished, though their grades were going to be reset to where they were prior to the coach's tampering. In her opinion, that was more than enough, and the board agreed.

Outside the building, they walked toward the parking lot together. Lana said, "Thank you for doing the right thing. Who knows how long he has been doing this, and how many more girls he would have taken advantage of."

It felt surreal to be having such a serious discussion with her when he'd been pumping cum down her throat only a couple of hours before. She looked absolutely stunning with the bright sunlight shining down on her and her brown hair dancing in the breeze.

"Would you... Uhm... Like to go get a cup of coffee or something?" he asked nervously.

Her smile widened. "I'd like that."

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Parting Gift

Ed heard drunken laughter coming from downstairs, and knew his mother was home. Their neighbor — one of her best friends — had taken a job in another city, and would be leaving in a couple of days. His mom had obviously tied one on at the going away party.

As much as his mother was going to miss her, he wondered if he wasn't going to miss her more. He had caught more than a few glimpses of her in various states of undress through his bedroom window. While she was his mother's age, and had a sort of librarian look, seeing any skin was a rarity for an unpopular guy like him.

He'd seen a lot of skin the last couple of months. He half wondered if she wasn't purposely stepping in front of the window in nothing but a pair of panties, considering how frequently it was happening. She didn't have huge tits, and they were pendulous, but they were

real

.

Ms. Keller had dominated his spank bank since the first time he saw her naked tits. His most vivid fantasy was of her stepping in front of that window to let him see her, and then playing with herself, while imagining him jerking off. It was just close enough to plausible to really make him come hard.

His thoughts drifting that direction from the sound of her voice had his dick throbbing in no time.

Indistinct conversation and a lot of laughter drifted up the stairs for the next hour or so, and then things quieted down a little. Not long after, he heard them coming up the stairs. There was a bit of stumbling, a little more laughter, and then the sound faded when his mother's bedroom door closed.

Ed glanced out his window, wondering if Ms. Keller would put on a show that night. Maybe she'd even come in front of the window completely naked, if she was drunk. That morphed into a fantasy of her playing with herself in front of the window, making his dick throb hard.

He sat fantasizing and half listening for the sound of her going down the stairs, anxious to let off the pressure that was building.

Finally, he did hear the bedroom door open, and his anticipation spiked. He heard the footsteps approaching, but when he should have heard the creak of the stairs, those footsteps continued to grow louder.

Ed quickly yanked the covers over the tent in his boxers, just as a light knock sounded on the door. Before he could say anything, the doorknob turned, and the door opened.

He stared in confusion — and not a small amount of embarrassment, considering what he'd been thinking about — when Ms. Keller stuck her head in the room.

"Mind if I come in?" she asked in a voice just above a whisper.

"Uhh..." He shrugged and said, "Okay."

She came into the room and closed the door behind her. "Your Mom is passed out. She had a little too much to drink at the party. You do understand this was a special occasion, and not something she does very often, right?"

"Yeah."

"I probably had a few too many too," she said as she took another couple of steps, and sat down on the foot of the bed.

She was wearing a skirt, and while it wasn't all that short, the act of sitting down had caused it to ride up a little, exposing more of her legs. His eyes snapped to them of their own accord. Ed caught himself and looked back up, but it was too late. Her half grin and raised eyebrows announced that he was caught.

"It's okay," she whispered, and reached out to pat his leg. "Your mom was a little worried that you weren't interested in girls, but I told her that I'd caught you looking at me a few times, so she shouldn't worry about that."

That escalated quickly. His face burned, and he looked down, unable to meet her gaze.

"No need to be embarrassed. It's natural at your age, and frankly a little flattering to an old girl like me. Seen anything interesting through the window lately?"

Though he still couldn't look at her, Ed's eyes widened and his mouth opened. She knew he'd been looking at her.

A little chuckle escaped her and she said, "You did. I thought so, but I wasn't sure. I honestly needed that confidence boost."

He was sitting there embarrassed beyond belief and fidgeting, having no idea what to say or think.

"I'm moving the day after tomorrow, you know," she said, and then waited a couple of seconds. "Would you like a closer look before I go?"

That

made him look up. Was she serious?

She reached up to the top button of her blouse, popped it open, and then raised her eyebrows. When all he could do was stare in confused shock, she popped open a second, reached for the third, and asked, "Yes?"

Some primal thing deep inside him broke free and caused him to nod his head, even though most of his brain was completely frozen.

She smiled, giggled, and proceeded to pop open that next button. On the one that followed, he could see her bra. The next thing he knew, her top was hanging open. She shrugged it off and draped it over the footboard of the bed.

Ms. Keller raised a finger to her lips in a

shush

motion, and then reached behind her back with both hands. Ed sucked in a fast, deep breath when he saw the band of her bra go slack.

She was all business as she slipped her left arm out of the strap, and let her bra fall. His eyes locked onto her pendulous breasts, watching them swing and jiggle as she finished removing her bra. It found a place right next to her top.

Ms. Keller cupped the globes in her hands and pushed them together. "Like them?" When he tore his eyes away from her tits at the sound of her voice, but didn't immediately respond, she lifted her eyebrows and slowly nodded.

Ed briefly — but rapidly — nodded his head.

She smiled and scooted closer. "Get a good look. Would you like to touch them?"

"Really?" he blurted out in amazement.

She shushed him once again. "Yes. Go ahead."

He lifted his hand an inch or so once, twice, and then a third time, but he was too nervous. She took matters into her own hands by grabbing his wrist and lifting it to her chest.

Ed gasped as he felt the soft, warm flesh beneath his palm. He squeezed and explored them with his fingers, which drew a quiet moan from her. The bumps surrounding her nipples fascinated him, but not nearly as much as how stiff the points were when he brushed the right one with his thumb.