Mr. Carlson: (breathy voice that's choppy from the rapid pounding of his fist into his loins): You dear sweet fucking goddess Chelsea jesus christ I've already been jerking the fuck out of this cock ever since last week or was it two weeks ago when you were over and you kept on catching me looking at ya, with your eyes above your make-up mirror, busting me EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME I tried to sneak a look over at ya while you were putting on your eye shadow, and then your eye liner, and then your fucking lipstick......and you took for FUCKIN' EVER!

Chelsea: Intentional, Mike. Totally intentional. And you know what?

Mr. Carlson: What?

Chelsea: It ALWAYS works - EVERY time......And so I want to leave you with a memory, Mike, not a fuck - you KNOW you've already pissed me off with that "skank" reference. See how my feet are arched up like this, and the slightly inward angle of my legs, drawing you in, reeling you in, Mike, yanking on that cock-leash to come when I WANT you to come, strokerboy.....I mean - you're a prof, too - well, actually high school teacher, but still - with all that science stuff, maybe you can remember this geometry I'm showin ya. Call it - "Nimble Fangs of the Black Widow". Do you like that, Mike Sweety?

Mr. Carlson: Oh god yes, Chelsea, more than anything.

Chelsea: I know. That's why you probably don't mind when I tell you that I was fibbing to you about something, actually.

Mr. Carlson: Oh?

Chelsea: Natalie is actually doing the same thing to my dad right now. I think we should take advantage, Mike, that Barb and mom are such good friends. I think you should encourage Barb to go out to the lake with my mom more often, don't you think? So you can get more chances to maybe fuck me?

Mr. Carlson: Fuck Chelsea yes yes fucking yes. I promise you I will do everything I can to make it happen more.

Chelsea: Aw you're so sweet now! I could almost fuck you (as a hopeful look comes across Mr. Carlson's eyes) but I think it's best right now just to leave you with one of many, MANY jerk-off memories that I will be leaving with you whenever we part ways, Mike, just to make sure your obsession over me grows and grows over me. Don't worry, baby, I'll sink my nimble fangs into you soon enough, so you're locked in, letting me suck the soul out if you, leaving you a desperate husk, Mike, that can only be replenished if you please me enough to let you sink that hungry, lonely cock of yours into me once again.....But first I'll email you all my wish lists and see how much of a Gift-giver you are, to start with, and see how things go from there, sweetie.......

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