The Teacher's Surrogate: Brat Internals 5 (Virgin Erotica First Time Erotica Breeding Erotica Pregnancy Erotica Age Gap Erotica): Brat Internals, #5

By Tori Westwood

My lecturer and his wife are desperate for a baby and I agreed to be their surrogate.  It’s weird, because I’ve never even had sex before and here I am preparing to have a baby.  The only question now is how we do it.

I decide to ask Mr. Reynolds if he wants to do the honors himself and he’s shocked by the suggestion. That’s until I wear him down in typical brat fashion.  Mr. Reynolds is in control now and he’s going to teach me a lesson.  Read how he empties himself inside me!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Jul 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386245063

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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He pulled my t-shirt upwards and I raised my arms above my head to help him, obscuring my view briefly.

When he pulled it up over my head I saw him again, his eyes rapt on my breasts as gravity claimed them and they swayed invitingly in front of him.

Oh, Evie, he sighed and then he moved his head quickly towards them.

Before I knew it his tongue was circling around the stiff studs that darted out from each breast and I was drawing in air through clenched teeth, trying—and failing—to keep my composure.

He sucked hard on my tits and my clit stiffened as my body prepared itself.  My days of virginity were fast drawing to a close and the thought of Mr. Reynolds’s dick piercing me open was becoming more real with each passing second.

You want this? he asked, stepping back and pulling his t-shirt over his head.

I want it, I said, my eye-lids loose and drunk with lust.

Come and get it, he said.  Come and get my big cock.

Before the words had left his lips I’d dropped to me knees, scrambling at his belt in desperation as though I hadn’t eaten for weeks and a hearty meal was close at hand.

I pulled his belt free of the loops and unfastened it, popping open the button of his fly and tearing down the zip as quickly as I could.

Before the final reveal I took a deep breath and composed myself, looking up into his eyes that were staring down at me expectantly.

That’s right, he encouraged, smoothing the hair from my face.  Pull it out.

I reached inside as my lips pursed closed and I immediately found what I was looking for.  It felt warm and thick against the tips of my fingers but I couldn’t get a good hold of it.

Instead I tugged at his pants, dragging them down until