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Fee: £120 for the hour
Rating 5/5 Excellent! One of Manchester’s top punts
Summary in red at the bottom Main body of the role play in blue – this was done to a scenario I’d prepared for her in advance Another visit to see the gorgeous Zoe and unlike last time, this one was pre-meditated although it took a bit of planning due to my diary being tipped upside down in February. Looking ahead I knew opportunities would be few and far between so I contacted Zoe regarding a potential date that I knew would be OK for me, albeit 6 weeks away. I emailed her to see if she was free, which she was and then said ‘more of the same’ please but added that I might just want to add a twist of my own. Due to being organised she thought I’d been in the scouts as a boy, but I assured her I hadn’t and would more likely have been found either chasing girls or smoking behind the bike sheds. She responded by suggesting a role play which might be scout/girl guide related and suggested (which made my dick hard) a little outfit for the occasion. I jokingly ticked her off for being a naughty girl and winding me up as I had six long weeks to wait......
The following morning she emailed again to apologise that she’d got the date wrong and had a non-punting related engagement that day and suggested another date. We had a bit of ‘date tennis’ then as we suggested dates to each other which either one or the other couldn’t make. Eventually we found a space in our diaries that matched and I just said I’d have a think about the role play and try and come up with a little scenario. As the meet approached I emailed her initially about the scout/guide scenario but at the last minute had a change of plan. As a lad I had a fantasy about going to a particular teachers house for some additional ‘tutoring’ and decided this would be the one we’d play out. I concocted a little role play and then sent the bones of it to Zoe. She loved it and instructed me to get practicing my maths ready for my test. Scene set, usual text routine the day before and on the day, then over to Miss Whitefield’s apartment to see about my Maths.....
....why have my parents sent me to see this dippy cow about my maths? Following a game of football with my mates, in which I’d got a bit muddy, I make my way over to where she lives and decide to get it over with. She lives in an apartment block and I head up to her apartment a little nervously and with little enthusiasm for doing an additional hour’s maths. A knock on the door which Miss Whitefield answers, standing imposingly in the doorway before inviting me in. “What have we here?” she asks, commenting about the state of my clothes. I explain about the football but I can see she’s in a bad mood with me, so I get an apple out of my bag for her to try and get in her good books. At the same time I can’t help noticing the rather short, pleated tartan skirt she’s wearing and how nice her legs are – she’s normally a right old frump at school. She suggests I take a shower as she doesn’t want me messing up her furniture and before I can argue she shows me to the shower and leaves me to it. I undress quickly, leaving my clothes by the door and have a shower. I dry off and look out of the door for my clothes but they’ve disappeared. I shout Miss Whitefield who says she’s put them in the wash and just to wrap a towel around me. Towel secured as best I can, I nervously make my way through to the lounge where she’s waiting for me, asking me to take a seat at her desk where there’s a sheet of paper and a pen.
“I want to see where we’re up to with your maths, so I’ve prepared a little test for you. Turn the sheet over and make a start” she says in a distinctly strict tone. I did as instructed and there’s ten math’s questions, that don’t look overly difficult, with a box to put the answer in. I breeze through the first couple with Miss Whitefield leaning over me (a little too close if you ask me) and it’s at this point that I think I can see her nipple through the thin material of her blouse. Another quick look and, yep, no bra, which is now causing my cock to twitch and making hiding it with a towel difficult. I’m having a little difficulty with the next question when Miss Whitefield suggests trying the next one and returning to that one at the end.
As she taps her pen on the table, it escapes from her fingers, landing on the floor in front of my desk. I offer to get it but she insists “I’ll get my own pen, you have questions to finish” and steps forward to retrieve it, bending over slowly. I can hardly believe what greets me – Miss Whitefield isn’t wearing any knickers and I get an eyeful of her smooth pussy and asshole. She lingers just a little longer than is polite before coming back to see how I’m getting on. By now I’m in a bit of a flustered state, trying to hide my hard-on whilst trying to do my questions. Seeing my agitation “What’s the problem?” she asks, unbuttoning the top button of her blouse and just running her fingers along the neckline to give me a glimpse of her left boob. “You’re making me feel very awkward Miss, and very nervous”. “Why’s that then?” she replies, adding “Did you just try and look down my blouse young man?” I’m just staring down at the desk. “What’s up with you?” she asks again. “When you went to get your pen I think I saw something I shouldn’t have seen Miss”. This is getting very embarrassing now for me. “Tell me what you saw” she insists. “Your bottom Miss” I reply. “Did you like it?” she enquires, smiling at me before deliberately dropping her pen on the floor again “Oh dear, I am being careless today, aren’t I? I’d better get that” and with that she repeats the performance, slowly bending over to get her pen but this time holding the pose and running a finger over her pussy. “Do you like that?” she asks seductively. “Yes Miss.......”
She comes back to my desk and puts her pen down but instead of asking me to carry on with my questions she slowly lifts the front of her skirt to show me her pussy, using two fingers to part her lips and another to tweak her clit. By now I’ve forgotten about my maths and ask if I can touch her pussy. Without answering she guides my hand down to her pussy and I caress her lips before she says “Slip a finger in” which I do, and notice that she’s lovely and moist down there. Miss Whitefield, meanwhile, has seen fit to undo her blouse to expose her tits and whilst I finger her, she makes me suck her tits. After a few moments, I look up, taking my wet finger out of her pussy and ask what I should do with it. She takes my hand and seductively, sucks her pussy juices off my finger before guiding my finger back to her pussy and making me finger her again. A few moments later and my finger is being guided back to my mouth for me to sample her sweet pussy. I think I want to fuck Miss.....
She isn’t finished yet though. She manoeuvres herself so she’s sat on the desk with her legs straddling me, either side of the chair I’m sat on. She insists I finger her again before leaning over me and kissing me. Before I know it her tongue is down my throat, her hands are on the counter behind me and seeing the tent-pole in my towel, she slips off the table and into my lap, grinding her pussy against my cock. Miss Whitefield has me pinned down – I literally can’t move. (Reality check: If anything hornier has ever happened to me in my life I can’t remember it – this was as sexy as fuck!!). After a few minutes she released me, stood up and decided we’d had enough maths for the day, it was time to assess my bedroom skills....
We continued in role play but the rest wasn’t to a script, just what was said to each other as the action unfolded.
Before we got down to the serious action, I told her she’d shocked me as she’s such a frumpy old cow at school to which she assured me that at school she was always very professional in her behaviour. Miss Whitefield said I’d already done quite well as some of my ‘mates’ cum quite quickly. I in turn asked if she fucked all my mates who came to see her. “Oh yes” she replied laughing, “Some keep coming back but I think I frighten some off as they can’t handle me and I never see them again.”
She sat me down on the bed, removing my towel in the process and bent over in front of me with her feet apart and told me to lick her pussy. I didn’t need asking twice and, holding her ass cheeks apart, I proceeded to tongue her pussy before having a cheeky lick of her asshole. “You’re not shy are you” she quipped “you’ll get an extra mark for that!” At this point she pushed me back on to the bed, jumped on top of me and, grabbing my hands, pinned me to the bed where we enjoyed a nice round of DFK. Then she slipped south to treat me to a great blowjob, sucking my cock vigorously before slowly releasing it and holding her mouth open to let the spit dribble out, on to and down my cock before devouring me again. She continued sucking my cock whilst moving round into 69 and then asked me to eat her pussy and asshole. “Are you sure Miss?” I enquire. I don’t get an answer, but what I do get is Miss Whitefields pussy in my mouth. That’ll be a yes then. I can feel her eating my cock again, so I Just get on and lick her clit, pussy and asshole as vigorously as possible. Before long she leans back to sit on my face properly, putting her hands behind her to hold mine and steady herself. “Yeah, get that fuckin’ tongue up my arse!” I do as I’m told and she seems pleased “Oooh you do know what you’re doing – have you been practising on the girls at school?” As if....
“Let’s see if you know how to fuck shall we?” as Miss Whitefield positioned herself on all fours. I slipped my cock inside her, grabbed her hips and gave her a decent pounding as she encouraged me to fuck her hard. After a few minutes I decided I wanted to fuck her in missionary, so we changed position with her holding her heels to spread her legs (she does that so well) and I push my cock into her and start giving her a good seeing to. Once again Miss Whitefield encouraged me, insisting that I “give her a good fucking” and as in doggy, she seemed pleased with my efforts, although not quite so impressed with my stamina as I tired quite quickly. We flipped over and Miss Whitefield started to fuck me in CG including her squatting which was quite superb, going at it quite hard. To complete the set, we moved on to RCG which was a pleasure, given her shapely arse.
“You have lasted a long time, but I am going to make you cum” she said with a smile, reaching for some lube. She squeezed a blob on to her hands and then started to caress my cock, letting a bit of spit dribble out of her mouth to make things nice and sloppy. A combination of sucking my cock and wanking me soon had me to the point and when it became clear I could hold out no longer, Miss Whitefield closed her mouth over my cock as I fired my load into her mouth, milking my cock dry and providing me with an epic and prolonged orgasm. Fucking great! She nipped to the bathroom to spit out my cum and on her return, I asked how I’d done. The answer? Good, but needs a bit more practice and she advised me to book another slot with her to see if I could gain top marks.... At this point we both burst out laughing – role play over and after cleaning up we sat and chatted for quite a while about various non-punting related activities (mainly our holidays – she was a bit pissed off that I would soon be flying away to warmer parts) and had a general catch-up as it had been quite a while since I’d seen her. Then a quick shower and when I got out I couldn’t find my towel. She told me to grab another but I insisted on the one I’d used at the start. This produced a gem as I said “I treat you like my wife by trying to keep the washing down” to which Zoe responded “You could treat me even more like your wife by taking me on holiday......” Zoe showered as I dressed so she’d be nice and clean for the next chap and treated me to the usual sight of her rubbing herself all over with baby oil. Then, towel wrapped round her, heels back on, she flings the door open and we have a last kiss with scant regard for who might be outside. I’m on my way.....
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, for me she’s the best in Manchester. We’ve all heard the “if Carlsberg made Escorts” line before, but being a Manchester lad, shagging a Manchester lass, I prefer to think of her as a pint of Boddies “The Cream of Manchester”. She really is that good. I enjoy role play but will only do it with a girl I’m familiar with and where I’m confident she can act properly. Start from the moment you knock on the door as we did and it works brilliantly. Just got to think of what I can dream up next
My previous comments remain valid, but I’d add the following:-
Comms – great all the way, by private email to sort the date and text on the day to guide me in. Due to an accident which closed the motorway that morning, she even gave me a little traffic report, advising which way to come to avoid it all
Zoe – AW profile states she’s 37 now (she’s had eight birthdays since last July!!). I’d guessed at 35-37 first time, upped it to nearer 40 on my second visit, but now reckon she’s probably 40ish. Not stating her age correctly would be my one and only criticism - she has no need and for me, there’s now a bit of reverse psychology going on – I’d find it more of a turn-on the older she is. General appearance when naked is fantastic – difficult to keep your hands off! Her confidence in her ability lent itself brilliantly to role play – she really gets into the part and followed the scenario I’d provided to the letter.
Services – Private Tutor v Errant Schoolboy Role Play, DFK, OWO, RO, Rimming on her, Missionary, Doggy, Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl and CIM – she definitely spat this time as I provided her with a decent mouthful. Delivered like a pro, is all I’ll say, in her own, unique style. We both agreed afterwards that if you’re going to do role play it’s much better to do it from the off rather than try and have a catch-up before getting started. I may nominate her for an Oscar for her role play – great actress!
Verdict – seeing the same WG over and over can get a bit stale if you don’t develop things, even with Zoe, but now I’ve discovered her role play skills, the possibilities are endless. Her duo partner Abbie is auditioning for a part next, and if successful, they’ll be brought together for an FFM role play. We may need the air ambulance on stand-by to cart me away from that one. Cannot wait!!tcm
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