My last week of mentoring, and enjoying Britney's young body, started with her arriving for work on Sunday. I obviously had regrets but acceptance; I knew right form the start that I was far too old for her. From her appearance, it was obvious she was still in the mood to continue her sluttish activities. She was wearing a red shirt tied to show midriff and cleavage, and her very short black tartan micro shirt.
"Christ girl that gear is downright indecent; there is no need to ask what sort of mood you are in tonight."
She spun around and bent over just a little, this gave me a nice view of her bum cheeks and her black thong. "May as well make the most of my last week here, thought you would like it. I know I may not get the chance tonight, being Sunday, but hopefully you can issue me with a few condoms."
"Oh, the dear sweet innocent Britney wants a few condoms, any preference as to the guys or is a working cock enough?"
"Don't be silly, I am very particular, they should be under sixty, and not too drunk to satisfy me. Have you sorted out my sessions, remember I finish on Thursday."
"Yes I covered it for next week, two of the Saturday girls are sharing it, and the boss can sort out something more permanent."
She gave a little blush, much rarer of late, and said, "I am glad I won't see the boss and his wife, my activities are bound to get back to them." It turned out to be a very quite night and the only chance she had to indulge herself was near the end of the session. She was being very flirty with a couple of guys around forty who were out for a drink, probably to get away from their wives for a while.
She took me into the office and said "Have you given up being my mentor, don't you think I need a push to keep these two back for a while when we have shut up? β you could watch from the office."
I could only reach for the condom box and say "A push? I couldn't stop you if I wanted too."
She went back and chatted with the guys, from the smiles that appeared on their faces they where obviously up for it. As I locked the doors after the other three customers had left, she picked up a towel and spread it on one end of the pool table. She then knelt down in front of one of the guys, took a condom out of the folds of her shirt and proceeded to work it onto his cock with her mouth.
That was a talent I had not taught her, it was very erotic to watch, she gave the guy a few deep sucks and then repeated the process on the other chap. She then lay back on her towel, spread her legs as wide as they would go and said, "Who's first?" Her skirt was so short that he hardly had to move it to gain access to her dripping pussy. The guy slipped his reasonably large cock fully home in one easy motion. She let out a gasp, wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbed hold of the edge of the table, and yelled at him to "Yes, fuck me hard."
He did, her body was bouncing rapidly, as much from her efforts as from his, she was panting away obviously from orgasmic pleasure. That was the first time I had seen her receiving pleasure without being distracted by my own lust β Christ, she did enjoy it. With that sort of treatment and the visual stimulus of watching Britney, he finished rather quickly with a few very hard strokes.
While still on a high, she panted, "Next please, quickly." The second guy was rock hard as he slammed into her; she gave him the same assistance. Sweat was now pouring off her as she pulled him in with the same urgency, her knuckles where white from gripping the table but the rest of her body was glowing red.
The second chap kept up a frantic pace, with her panting away; she did not seem to have energy to spare for any vocals. This guy kept up his pounding for ages much to her obvious satisfaction. He finally, with a loud grunt filled his condom, and withdrew panting has hard as Britney was.
What must have been ten, or even, fifteen minutes of frantic fucking and as far as I could tell uninterrupted climax throughout, she had still not had enough. "Come on darling, you can shoot your juices in me as well." She was still panting when she made her request, but while I was undoing my trousers she yelled again "Quick!"
After watching her show I was nice and hard as I slipped into her very wet hole, she immediately responded by gripping me with her legs and started humping me. I just needed to get into the same rhythm and she was well away again. I emptied into her rather quicker than her previous friends but when I did, she gave an enormous yell and flopped back just about unconscious.
As she lay across the table, with both legs hanging down and a trickle of our combined juices dripping from her pussy, she looked like a rag doll. I thanked the guys, on her behalf as she was still in no condition to say a thing. After letting them out and relocking the door I went over to her and caressed her cheek. Her eyes flicker open and she reached up with one hand and lifted herself up by pulling on my shoulder. She had just about enough breath to say, "What a fuck - that was sensational," and collapsed back again.
I went to the bar and got her a drink of water, with plenty of ice, and then lifted her to a sitting position and let her sip it. "You are a complete slut, you are not safe to release on an unsuspecting world."
She took a few more sips and jumped off the table, and gave a little wiggle to adjust her skirt, juices where still glistening as they trickled down her legs. "Sorry, it was a bit naughty but I have only a few more days left to let my hair down. I do not doubt that I will have to continue to gain satisfaction in some way but it will not be as safe as here with you. I think I had better clean up a little before I go home."