He Wants a Lesson

"So... How do I do that?" Sam responded innocently, trying to keep in character. "I really want to get in, you know?"

"Well," she said, her lips curling into a grin. "First of all, your clothes matter." She let her hand wander up and down his pant leg. "The Khakis you're wearing are okay, but dress pants would be better." She started tracing the outline of his boner. And make sure they're tight. You want to make sure she can get a good sense of what you're offering."

Sam grabbed a notepad from the desk and started taking notes. Mrs. Smith let him write for a second, then gently pulled the notepad from his hand.

"Lesson two," she said. "Go with the flow. You should have questions prepared to show that you're interested in the school, but if the admissions' counselor is interested in your company, they may ask you... other questions. They may want to know if you have a girlfriend. Or if you've ever had a crush on a teacher..."

Ms. Smith sat on Sam's lap. His cock bulge fit directly between her ass cheeks. She started grinding her ass up and down the length of Sam's cock, making him throb.

"Lesson three," She said, stifling a moan. "Don't forget who's in charge. Even if she gives you all the signs, never make a move until she explicitly brings up sex. Because even if she's into you and you can tell, she may not want to make a deal."

Hearing the lesson, Sam resisted the urge to make a move. This was the longest he'd had to wait for sex since he arrived at camp, and he was having trouble containing himself. He was primed and ready to fuck this pornstar harder and deeper than she'd ever been fucked before.

Ms. Smith, still grinding on Sam's cock, turned back to watch him squirm.

"I can see you've been paying attention, Mr. Turner," she cooed. "Very good." She got up, turned to face him, then dropped to her knees.

"Your last lesson is simple. If you get the opportunity, you absolutely MUST make her cum. There's really only one way to test your aptitude for this one, isn't there?"