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Office Hours

By: Ronald Thurman



It was really great when the company went to a flex hours schedule. Not only did the noon to eight schedule fit my life style better; it gave me the opportunity to meet our cleaning lady. Terry, a young freckled blond with huge tits certainly wasn't your typical cleaning lady. At first a person would think that she was a bit hefty, but as I watched her work, I could see from the back that she had a narrow waist, nice flaring hips and a tight, round butt.

The first night she came in while I was working late, she was wearing a skintight T-shirt that said "Shazam" across the front of it. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on my work as she bustled around, emptying the wastebaskets, dusting off the desktops and vacuuming the floor. Every time she passed my cubicle on some task, she would give me a bright smile.

One night as I was taking a break in the lunchroom, she came in and sat down across from me. "I hope my working doesn't disturb you," she said. "I clean three places after school each night and I could do this place later if you like."

She was wearing a T-shirt with two pictures of King Tutankhamen strategically placed, one over each huge mound, and the words, "Are you looking at my Tuts?" written under them. "No, actually, I enjoy watching you work," I stammered. Once my attention was drawn away from her "Tuts" to her luminous green eyes, we were able to chat for a few minutes before we had to get back to work. I found out that she was working on her masters degree, was planning on a career in education, and wore a size 36 DD bra.

As hot as I was for her, none of our conversations had ever touched on the subject of sex. I didn't want the hassle of a sexual harassment suit or to be confronted by a jealous boyfriend.

As spring neared and the weather started warming, Terry took to wearing shorts to work that accentuated her firm butt and long shapely legs. One night when I had to stay over a little later than usual to finish a report that was due in the morning, I noticed Terry hike up her "I'm perfectly adjusted, so don't mess with the knobs" T-shirt. She then unfastened her bra and slipped it off, leaving her mammoth tits free under the T-shirt. I was amazed at how little the effects of gravity had on them. Even without the support of the bra, they stood out proudly, each one swaying independently as she continued her tasks.

When I returned from the lunchroom with a cup of coffee, I noticed that Terry was gone and figured that she had left for the night. I sat back down at my desk and started to shuffle the paper work. About the time I noticed her T-shirt lying on top of my computer CRT, I felt two hands on my thighs. I had been sporting a half of a hard on all night from watching her work braless and when she deftly unzipped the front of my pants and freed my cock from its confines, it sprang into an instant erection. Her soft, warm lips encircled its bulbous head and as her tongue did little tricks along its sensitive underside, she engulfed it completely in her mouth. I didn't even have time to register surprise before she brought me to an incredible climax. As I pumped stream after stream of hot semen down her throat, I could hear her going, "Mmm, mmm" under the desk as she swallowed and licked every drop.

When she was done, she pushed my chair back away from my desk and stood, waving those magnificent breasts in my face. "You're the first guy I've met that hasn't hit on me and the only guy that I've really wanted," she said. "So I thought I'd make the first move."

"In this day and age of sexual harassment suits, a guy is almost afraid to do what comes natural to him," I said as I pulled her down and kissed her full on the lips and tasted my own semen in her mouth as I explored it with my tongue.

Next I knew, her jogging shorts were crumpled on the floor and she was sitting astride my lap, the shaft of my re-engorging cock nestled between the puffy lips of her hot pussy and my face buried in acres of firm tit flesh. I held the luscious mounds in my hands as I kissed, suckled and gently nibbled their thimble sized nipples. Terry moaned and pressed herself into my caresses. I could feel her pussy get wetter as her undulations caused the silky smooth flesh in her feminine crevasse to slide effortlessly up and down my rigid rod. When she could take no more of the teasing stimulation, she raised up slightly, reached down and positioned the head of my cock at the opening of her feminine sheath then pressed herself down on it, engulfing it completely in her gripping aperture.

With the hard little knot of her clit pressing into my pelvis and her pussy lips stretched around the base of my cock, she began thrusting her hips back and forth, almost tipping my desk chair over. "Oh God!" she moaned. "You feel so good inside me!"

I lifted her up and positioned her on my desk top, spilling papers everywhere, then began long stroking my dick in and out of her dripping orifice as I massaged her huge tits and squeezed her nipples. She laid back on the desk top, found a grip on the far edge and lifted her legs up on my shoulders so that I had a perfect view of my hard cock as it slid in and out of her snug pussy. Luckily, we were alone in the office by then or her moans and exclamations would have brought in rescuers. Just about the time all of the excitement was about to bring me to another climax, Terry's body tensed up and began to quiver. Then with a gasp and a long deep-throated moan, she let loose in orgasmic fury, bouncing and bucking against me. As her vaginal muscles tightened around my cock, increasing the friction as it slid along her tight cunt walls, I blew my nuts, filling her with another load of hot spunk.

Terry pulled me down to her and held me tight until her spasms subsided. "My god, you feel good," she gasped. "Can we do this some more?"

"My apartment is only about five blocks away," I said.

"A lot closer than mine. Let's go."

My futon bed made a lot better surface to fuck on and we made good use of it. It also gave me the opportunity to fulfill one of the fantasies I had since I first saw her. After we had fucked ourselves into a good sweat, I straddled her torso as she pressed her tits together, wrapping them around my cock. As I stroked in the slippery crease of her cleavage, with her licking the head of my cock at every stroke, I shot another load of come right into her waiting mouth.

I received a reprimand for not having that report in on time, but it was well worth it. Terry received her master's degree and is now teaching at the local junior college so now we do our little romps in her office after hours.

Office Hours



“You don’t appreciate me,” she pouted, casually thumbing my cock.

“What?” I stared at her, confused. We were in my office, as usual, and the afternoon sun through the half-open blinds covered her body in a latticework shadow. The chiaroscuro effect left her eyes and mouth hidden while my cock, gently cradled between her thumb and forefinger, stood out obscenely in stark relief.

“You heard me.” Her mouth spoke from shadow.

“Annette, honey.” My voice sounded entirely too loud in the stillness of the office. I lowered it and tried to sound matter of fact. “You’re a whore. I pay you. That’s how I show my appreciation.”

“It’s not the same thing.” She lowered her head and her tongue snaked out, rimming the edge of my mushroom helmet. Too quick for me to read her expression, her eyes flashed at me like an accusation. I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not.

“Are you telling me that I’m not paying you enough?”

Her eyes retreated back into the shadows while her thumb massaged the trail of saliva she had left behind. She didn’t answer me directly.

“Do you know, “ she murmured, “that you have the most perfectly shaped penis I’ve ever seen?”

I stared at her.

“Oh, don’t let it go to your head,” she chuckled. “I didn’t say ‘biggest’”. Her thumb kept working, lightly but deliberately, as though she were oiling a treasured heirloom and trying not to mar the finish.

“What do you mean, then?”

“I mean that it’s perfectly shaped.” She shook her head. “I’m not sure how else to describe it. Everything about it is in perfect relation to everything else: The length, the thickness, everything. And the doctor who cut you was a fucking artist. This thing should hang in the museum of art, so that all women could enjoy it.”

“You do want more money, don’t you?”

“Alan,” she sighed, “you are so stupid.”

Bewildered, I sank back into my chair. The sensation of her thumb on my cock made it hard for me to think. My knob was turning a dark shade of purple and becoming more and more sensitive. No question about it, Annette was skilled at her work. One of the perks of my job was a large office with a window offering a nice view of the harbor. Oh, yes, and a door that locked. Of course, my secretary had a private entrance but she knew better than to interrupt one of my “meetings”.

Annette always dressed appropriately for business and today was no exception. She wore a navy pinstriped jacket with a matching skirt of moderate length. But underneath the jacket her blouse and bra were so sheer as to reveal the darkness of her areolas, and her skirt hid only a garter belt to support her stockings. Now, as she knelt between my legs, her jacket had been removed and carefully hung over a chair and her skirt rode high enough on her legs for me to see the gentle sweep of her ass cheeks. I reached down to caress the tawny flesh on the back of her thigh and she slapped my hand away.

“Not yet.”

My cock had now reached a level of sensitivity that was almost painful. Each swipe of her thumb caused an involuntary spasm in my body, as if she were administering a shock from a mild cattle prod.

At last she seemed satisfied with the state of my erection and lifted herself up from the floor. She hiked her skirt up and slid one leg around behind me. For a few moments she performed a delicate balancing act, like a dream of gravity in suspension, with her glistening slit poised just inches above my jutting pole.

“I would advise you,” she said softy, “not to move until I give you permission.” Her eyes, now freed from their shadowy prison, stared at me intently. The inside of my mouth felt dry and parched. I barely managed a nod.

Her luscious pussy, pink and distended at the folds, ruby dark where the blood rushed, slowly descended. I heard her breath catch as my burning cock seared her outer lips. Her eyelids fluttered. Wet, but not slick, her flesh clutched at mine and clung, denying me entrance. Her tongue swept over her lips, moistening them.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Just wait.”

We sat together, joined but not joined, her powerful legs like a vise around my waist. I waited breathlessly for her honeyed walls to loosen and let me in. The head of my cock, numb from her exertions, pulsed silently in time with my pounding heart.

“You see,” she managed between breaths, “the other thing I love about your… uhhhhhhhh…cock, is that it is sooooooo thick!”

She shifted her ass slightly and gained an inch of my meat.

“Whoever said…‘size matters’…ooooooh…should have said, ‘thickness counts.’” 

Another inch.

“Christ!” Her breath scalded me. “If I only had a…uhhhhhhh…cucumber this thick, then I wouldn’t…need…you!”

Her eyes opened at that; deep, swirling emerald pools flecked with golden shards, challenging me. They seemed to be asking how much more of this I would take. With agonizing slowness her syrupy juices, aided by gravity, sucked me inside of her.

My mushy brain struggled to find an appropriate response.

“Cucumbers,” I gasped lamely, “don’t pay your bills.”

Her chuckle was throaty and her face loomed over mine like an accusation.

“Oh, but cucumbers have other uses.” Her tongue swiped at my lips. “When they’ve served their purpose, you get to eat them!” Less than an inch of my shaft remained unsheathed.

Unbidden, my mind filled with an image of a giant female spider, feasting on her mate only seconds after receiving his seed. Before I could react to the horrifying sight, she relaxed her legs and plunged the remaining distance onto my lap.

At the same moment she pried apart my lips and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. Her lips clung to mine savagely. Our tongues darted and danced with such ferocity that saliva squirted from our mouths like clear drops of come. In contrast, our loins remained perfectly still; her ass cheeks fused to my thighs, my throbbing dick imprisoned against her cervix.

She pulled her mouth from mine and stared at me, her eyes soft but stern.

“Now, don’t move.”

She kissed me again; this time the probing of her tongue was slower and more sensual. I felt her ass muscles clench as her hips began to churn. Slowly, she rolled her body against mine, grinding her clitoris firmly against my pubic thatch. The walls of her cunt milked and squeezed my cock mercilessly.

“Oh, yeah!” Her breath exuded a sultry perfume. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

Her pace began to speed up, with short, staccato bursts first accentuating and then taking over the rhythm of her movements. Her clit flayed my groin like a whip.

I slid my hands underneath her blouse, cupping her breasts through her bra. My thumbs rapidly swiped across her nipples and she moaned into my mouth. Sensation was flooding back to my cock head now and I had to fight the urge to grab her ass and begin thrusting.

Her breathing became ragged and her rhythm faltered as she began to lose control. A sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead. The large muscles in her legs twitched spasmodically as her orgasm approached.

I traced along the edge of her jaw with my tongue. My lips fastened on her earlobe and suckled it.

“Yes!” she cried. “Oh, yes!”

My lips parted. I lathered the underside of her ear and followed it down the soft curve of her neck. I fixed on her lobe again, this time biting with my teeth.

Her moan became a low, husky cry. Her entire body convulsed as she came, her orgasm rolling through her like a huge ocean wave thundering against the shore.

My cock felt enveloped by a velvet fist as her cum drenched my skin and dripped down my balls. I continued to hold myself perfectly still. One move, one gentle thrust on my part would start a chain reaction that would end with my jism flooding the already soaked walls of her pussy. But I knew better than to displease her.

And she hadn’t yet given me permission to move.

Her contractions began to dissipate. I cradled her head, her breath purring softly against my neck. Though I bore her entire body weight, I felt nothing, only my growing need for release. Gradually her breathing changed and, after a few minutes, she lifted her face and looked at me. Her eyes were softer and less demanding.

“Good boy,” she murmured finally. “Maybe I won’t have to switch to cucumbers, after all.” She unwound her legs from my hips and hoisted herself off of me. My groan brought a sly smile to her lips.

“Awww, poor baby.” Her hand gently cupped my erection. “Hmm, and just feel that heat!” She knelt again and brought her face next to my cock. She pressed it against her cheek. “Is that what I feel like inside? All hot and oveny and you my red hot sausage?”

She rubbed her face on me while at the same time milking my balls with her hand.

“I think I need to cool you off a little.” With that, she began to blow softly on my skin. Occasionally, her tongue would run the length of my dick, lapping up her drying juice. “Mmm, I taste good.”

Finally, she took my cock in her mouth, her lips sliding over the sensitive corona. Her tongue flicked back and forth across the tiny opening. Her mouth slid forward down my shaft until the knob reached the opening of her throat. She stopped and her eyes looked up, finding mine. In them I saw a level of supplication that hadn’t been there before. I smiled at how quickly our roles had become reversed.

“So,” I said hoarsely, “still feeling the need to be appreciated, huh?”

She closed her eyes and the suction increased on my cock.

I curled my fingers through her soft, lustrous hair and gripped hard, stopping her. Her eyes opened and she stared at me, confused. My smile became a grin and I shook my head.

“My turn, baby.”

I relaxed my grip and stroked her scalp lightly. She hadn’t been exaggerating about the thickness of my cock. Blood-full and ready to boil over with cum, it stretched her lips and hollowed out her cheeks as she struggled to take more of it in her mouth. The sight of it framed against the oval of her soft and supple mouth was at once obscene and erotic, like a variation on a Robert Mapplethorpe theme.

Slowly, I pulled my cock back from her mouth until the knob separated from her lips. A trail of her saliva mixed with a drop of my semen to form a bridge between us. She swiped at it with her tongue and it disappeared into her mouth.

“Hmmm,” she sighed.

“Is that what you want, baby? Do you want me to cum in your mouth?”

Her answer was to reach between my legs and grab my ass, pulling me toward her. Her mouth descended on my cock and gobbled half of it in one swallow, her tongue bathing the thick blue vein that ran down to my balls.

Annette was not a deep throat artist; at least not with a cock this thick, and that was fine with me. No, for me, the action was all in the first inch or two and I wanted to keep that part of my meat within reach of her heavenly tongue as much as possible.

My cock slid back past her lips and then forward to her tonsils. Within a few moments we had agreed upon a slow, comfortable rhythm that allowed her to enjoy her meat without choking on it. With each pendulous stroke, my cock bobbed freely in the air for the barest of seconds, only to submerge once more in the hot, buttery cavern of her mouth.

Her fingers danced around my puckered anus and her nails scraped at my ball sac. At this rate, I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I felt my balls tighten and the first ripple of my impending orgasm rolled through me. I thrust forward to the edge of her throat and back again. A guttural cry rose from the depths of my consciousness. I gave one final thrust as the cry burst from my lips.

She wrested her head back and the first thick, ropey spurt splashed against her lips and teeth. The second creamy missile landed on her swirling tongue and the rest were hidden from view as I disappeared into her voracious mouth. Again and again I exploded, each one more exquisitely painful than the last

At last, my legs gave out and I staggered backwards. My softening cock plopped from her mouth and her tongue darted after it but I covered it with my hand.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I asked her. She grinned, but also had the grace to blush slightly. I stroked her hair and drew her to me. A few drops of cum had escaped her mouth and landed on her chin. I swept them onto my tongue and presented them to her. She hungrily sucked them into her mouth and we kissed, savoring our mingled juices.

“Hmmm,” she sighed when our mouths parted at last. “You’re slurpy delicious.”

With a last gentle kiss, she pushed herself up and away from me. She stood, checking her stockings for runs, and smoothed down her skirt. I watched in amazement as, in the space of a few moments, she donned her jacket, patted her hair, and transformed herself back into the businesswoman who had entered my office less than a half hour earlier. For the final effect, she reached into her purse and pulled out a slim pair of glasses that flattered the shape of her face perfectly.

She looked at me coolly and said, “Do you really want me to open the door with you like that?”

“Oh, shit!” I glanced down, realizing that my pants were bunched around my ankles and my no longer turgid cock and balls were exposed for the world to see. I hastily stood up and made myself presentable. She still stood there, every inch the professional, staring at me expectantly.

“What? Oh!” I snapped my fingers and reached into the center drawer of my desk. I pulled out a manila envelope. “I believe this is what you are waiting for.” I handed it to her. “I hope it makes you feel…appreciated.”

“I told you,” she dropped the envelope into her purse and snapped it shut, “this is not about money.” She stared at me, her expression closed and dark. “If I have to spell everything out for you, then maybe our arrangement isn’t for the best.”

“If it isn’t money you’re after, what is it you want?”

She glanced at her watch. “I really don’t have time to discuss it now, Alan. Maybe you should take some time and think about it.” She turned and walked towards the door to my office.

“What about our next appointment?”

“Not now. I’m late as it is.” She stopped by the door and fished around in her purse for her keys. “Damn! There’s never enough time for anything,” she muttered. “Oh, well. I guess I can just have something delivered again tonight.” She opened the door and turned to face me. She raised her hand to her lips and blew me a kiss. “Mind what I said, now.”

I walked to the door and stood, gazing after her. My secretary noticed my expression and gave me a quizzical look. Shaking my head, I went back into my office. I adjusted the blinds, watching the sun’s reflection on the placid water.

If I have to spell everything out for you, then maybe our arrangement isn’t for the best.

No, of course not. The one constant in our relationship was that Annette loved to keep me off-balance. She did it as a way of ensuring that I was worthy of her attentions. If I couldn’t keep up with her then I lost out, pure and simple.

Well, I thought, turning back to my desk, wives could play worse games with their husbands. I went over her last words in my mind, knowing that she always left clues for me to decipher. I grinned suddenly. Yes, of course. Pizza. Pizza would be perfect.

After all, the pizza man always delivers.



Office Hours



Sarah was nervous about meeting with her T.A.  She hadn’t been doing well in English all semester—not because she wasn’t good at it, but because various personal problems had been distracting her and causing her work to suffer.  Her idiot of a boyfriend had slept around with, of all things, a high school girl (though Sarah was only a college freshman herself, she already looked down on the “kids” at her old school), her alcoholic mother just had another violent bout and was in rehab, and her creepy step-dad was already giving her lewd looks every time she came home.  Now she was afraid that she might be failing.  She had never failed a class before, much less in English, her favorite subject. The shame would almost kill her, but her parents, especially her real father, surely would.  They were already unhappy that she was “wasting” her $30,000 a year education to major in English and Dance rather than, as they’d hoped, in pre-law or business.  If she came home with an “F” in English they’d surely make her switch majors, or worse, leave school altogether and go to work for her dad’s business.

	So, whatever happened, she had to pass. That’s what was in her mind the whole time she was writing that damned term paper…and ultimately, that’s what led her to do what she had done.  She heard from another girl in her sorority house that the older sisters kept a stash of ‘A’ papers from various classes that they could “look at” if they were having trouble. Of course, Sarah ended up doing more than looking. She found a great paper on lesbian imagery in “The Awakening”, written by a junior several years ago, and figured that her young male teaching assistant would really get off on it, especially coming from a cute, sassy freshman like herself. He’d probably splooge all over himself just reading it and thinking of her! And, of course, he’d give her a good grade. Since it was from a different class with a different professor, she figured she’d be safe turning it in.

	Now she was beginning to have doubts. What if someone else had turned in the same paper? What if the original author had just gotten it on-line to begin with, and the T.A. or the professor had run it through some of that new software that searches for plagiarism?  “God, how am I going to answer him if he asks me about it—I don’t even remember the argument very well!” she thought fearfully.  When Jeff, her T. A., had asked her to come see him in office hours today, she thought she sensed something a little serious and stern in his voice. Jeff was usually so playful and friendly in class—always joking and teasing his students, while still getting them to think about the books that she (usually) read with great interest. She actually kind of liked him, and thought he wasn’t bad looking, though he seemed old enough to be her step-dad (who was admittedly pretty young at 35), or at least an older brother. But if he’d caught her cheating, she doubted that he’d be acting very brotherly.

	Sarah arrived at Jeff’s office on time, but thankfully, the door was closed and it sounded like there was another student inside. Maybe if she just waited a couple of minutes and left, she could say that she thought he wasn’t there. That would at least give her some time to go look at the paper again and come up with a story. As she waited, she heard some muffled noises inside that sounded either like someone laughing or sobbing, she couldn’t tell which.  Jesus, she hoped they were laughing, and that it wasn’t “catch-the-cheaters” day! In any case, she didn’t want to stick around to find out. Just as she was turning to leave, the office door swung open. “Damn!” she though, “not fast enough!”

	Stepping out of the office was her friend and sorority sister, Allison. Her face was red, and it wasn’t clear whether she looked happy or sad, only momentarily startled to see Sarah standing there with her eyes wide and worried. “Oh, Sarah!…I didn’t know you were out here…” Allison gave her a sheepish and anxious look, but before Sarah could ask what was up, she blurted, “I think you’re next…I gotta go, but…um…I’ll talk to you later, okay?” With that and another anxious glance, Allison scurried off down the hall and around a corner.  “Oh shit.” thought Sarah. “What was that about?”  Was Allison trying to tell her something, or trying to not tell her something?  Allison was the only other person that knew Sarah had cheated on her paper, and that look didn’t bode well. “If that bitch squealed on me, I’ll fucking kill her!, “ Sarah thought. That is, if she didn’t get killed first…

	“Sarah?” It was Jeff’s voice coming from inside the office door. “Come on in, Sarah. And shut the door. I want to speak to you in private for a minute.” 

Fuck! That was it. She was in for it now. Sarah went in slowly, and closed the door regretfully behind her. It sounded like a prison gate slamming shut. 

“Okay, Sarah, sit down and lets have a talk.” Jeff began. “Do  you know why you’re here?”

“Um…I’m not sure…I guess it’s about my paper?”

	“Yeah…I kind of need to ask you a few questions…is that okay?”

	“Er…okay…yeah sure…I guess…like what?”

	“Well, to begin with…where’d you get it?

	Nailed! She knew it! That fucking cunt told on her! And now she was going to fail, and have to quit school, and work for her god-damned father and….Tears started to well up in Sarah’s eyes as she said, “Wh…what do you mean?”

	“C’mon Sarah…don’t lie to me…I already know that you stole this paper.”

	There was no escape. Sarah’s face turned red and hot, and she looked down to avoid Jeff’s disapproving eyes. Was it even worth trying to deny it?  Was he just bluffing because of something Allison had said? Did he really know? The look in his eyes was doubtful, yet intent. He didn’t look angry, just…sad.

“I…I…didn’t…I mean…I wasn’t trying to…I just…I’m sorry…”

She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t get the lie out. Not with his disappointed, yet sympathetic eyes staring right through her. Sarah burst into tears—silent and quivering, but clearly guilty.

“Sarah…listen…you have to understand that this is serious…you could fail the class for this…and I’m required to report it to the professor and the Dean…they could kick you out of school for plagiarism…”

Now Sarah was choking back sobs. “I’m sorry…I didn’t want to cheat…I just couldn’t do it right now…there’s so much shit happening and I couldn’t make it in time and…{sob}…I’m sorry…

“Shh…shh…sweetheart, calm down.” Jeff had moved around from his side of the desk and was now sitting beside her with one hand on her shoulder, the other holding the guilty document. “Don’t cry…I think we can work something out.”

“What do you mean?” Sarah stopped short in her crying and looked at him questioningly. “Do you want me to redo it? I will. I’ll do it right. I promise. Thank you so much…I swear I won’t cheat again…I’ll…”

“Shh…No, Sarah….I don’t want you to re-write it…I had something else in mind...”

The look in Jeff’s eyes had gone from angry to disappointed to sympathetic…but now even that had changed to…to what?…amusement?…no…oh, God….Sarah recognized that look!  She’d seen it enough times from other guys, especially her creepy step-dad. Lust. Pure and simple, filthy lust. She should have known! She’d heard stories about T.A.s blackmailing their students into sex, but she thought those were just typical college legends. No one really had the gaul to do that.  But here it was, staring her hotly in the face. Suddenly, all of Jeff’s previous friendliness and charmingly irreverent classroom humor just made her skin crawl as she got a chance to see how he really thought about his students. 

“You fucking  bastard…how dare…Agh!”, Sarah screeched as she felt her head pulled sharply back by the roots of her long reddish-brown hair, hard enough to bend her neck painfully over the back of the chair she was sitting in.  At the same time, Jeff’s free hand flashed up and caught her squarely across the mouth with a sharp “Whap!”, momentarily shocking her into a stunned silence. “Quiet, little girl! Just shut up and be still!”  Sarah was horrified and trembling with fear now. Was this guy some kind of psychopath? Was he going to hurt her, or worse?  What should she do—scream, fight, run? Her eyes darted from side to side, looking for some means of escape, but strangely (and maybe luckily for her) she obeyed Jeff’s fierce command to keep quiet.

“Now you listen to me,” Jeff said menacingly, “I’ve got your college career right here in my hand, and you know it! Now we can work out a deal that will be nice for both of us, or I can go to the Dean with hard evidence in my hand, while you show up with some obviously desperate story about how your T.A. tried to blackmail you. Who do you think they’ll believe? Especially, when your “sister”, Allison, tells them how you planned the whole thing?”

She stared at him wide-eyed and quivering with rage and fear. Was this some sick joke or nightmare? No, it was real…and her first response was to lash out at him. But she heard his words, and  knew that he was right.  That fucking whore Allison! Why was she doing this? What did he have on her that would make her turn on a sworn sister that way? What had Sarah ever done to her? (Well, besides blowing  Allison’s  boyfriend once at a party when she was out of town…but Ally never knew about that…did she?).  She desperately thought about running to the professor and telling him the whole story, including  the part about Allison’s filthy betrayal. But what evidence did she have?  Anything she said from this point on would just look like an attempt to get out of the trouble she was in.  Was it worth the added shame and turmoil of a futile protest just to avoid…avoid what?  What exactly did Jeff want?  At that moment, Sarah made the fateful decision to hear him out and see what would happen…

*****

	Jeff sensed that he had Sarah’s attention, and since she wasn’t making any move for the door or for his eyes, he figured that she was ready to negotiate.  He released his grip on her hair, but kept his hand firmly clinched on the back of her neck to let her know who was in charge. He smiled lustily as she eased her sweet young ass back into the seat and glared at him with trembling submission. This is the way Jeff liked his girls—young, smart, pretty, and spoiled, but also in his grip, ready to do as he demanded. He had always enjoyed taking advantage of the young high-school girls that he tutored part-time on weekends—and who could always be counted on to fuck up in some way that they didn’t want their parents to know about (like the girl who dropped a bag of ecstasy from her satchel right at his feet!)—but this was the first time he’d gotten the drop on one of his college kids.

 Sarah was definitely a prize—the kind of student every T.A.  loved to fantasize about.  The one you gave special attention to, invited to your “extra” office hours at the coffee-shop, or wrote flirty little notes to in the margins of their papers.  But Jeff never expected to have the opportunity to get her in this position (literally).  Sarah was too legitimately smart to be cheating, and when her sorority sister Allison squealed on her (for reasons Jeff couldn’t even begin to fathom, but didn’t care about at the moment), he almost refused to believe it.  But some relatively easy on-line searching had sure enough turned up an identical paper to the one Sarah had turned in!  It didn’t take Jeff long to realize what a fantastic opportunity this was. He figured that if a student like Sarah was desperate enough to cheat, she’d definitely be willing to do whatever it took to keep it quiet.  And now Jeff was going to reap the rewards of her desperation!

“Okay, hon, here’s the deal…” he began in friendly and businesslike tones (there was no need to be threatening anymore, after all), “There are still eight weeks left in the semester, and you need to do well on every assignment in order to pass…but I know you Sarah, and ‘passing’ isn’t going to be enough is it?” He paused for a response, but took her grimace as a “yes, you bastard.” “So here’s what I’ll do: every week, you’ll come to both of my office hours to turn in your assignments, and you’ll be given ‘extra credit’ for the hour that you spend here being ‘tutored’. Do you understand?”  This time he needed an answer, so he took another handful of hair and repeated, “Do you understand?!”

“Y-yes! I understand!” Sarah said painfully, the tears welling up again in her angry eyes. “Whatever you want…just don’t fail me…”

“Well, that’ll depend on how well you perform. There’s an ‘A’ blowjob and an ‘F’ blowjob, and I expect all ‘A’s from you sweetie, because I think you’ve got what it takes!” he said, touching her lower lip with his left thumb and inserting it part-way into her mouth. Sarah got the hint, and obliged by giving his thumb a light lick and sucking it seductively through her soft, red lips. “That’s my girl…”

“Now…” he began again in business-like terms, “ for your ‘final exam’, you’ll come by my apartment on Friday of the last week of class…” Here’s where it gets good, Jeff thought to himself. “You’ll bring an overnight bag with enough stuff to spend the weekend, as well as a few ‘school supplies’ that I’ll list for you, and that you’ll have to get down at the ‘Tabou Taboo’ lingerie store…” Oh yeah, it was going to be fun picking out things for this sweet young thing to have to purchase in public! “You can tell your friends and family that you’re locking yourself away for the weekend to study for finals…but instead, you’re going to be learning a new subject…starting with this!”

Jeff stood up in front of Sarah and straddled her legs across the chair she was sitting in. Then he quickly unbuckled his pants, reached inside, and whipped out his already firm and meaty eight-inch dick. Holding it with one hand, he waved it suggestively in front of her face, and with the other hand, gently stroked her hair back and pulled just enough to raise her eyes up to his. There was pure hatred in them…and fear…as well as a sneer of disgust on her lips.  “That’s fine,” Jeff thought, “I don’t care if she hates it, as long as she does it!”  He touched the head of his now throbbing cock to her lips. “Suck it, Sarah…your lessons start today.”

*****

Sarah was burning with rage and embarrassment now. How had this happened? A solid student from a good family, beautiful, smart, and popular, with lots of friends and a good future…she was supposed to be having the time of her life, and getting the best education money could buy! Now she was here in some dingy graduate student office, humiliated beyond measure,  and about to suck some sick bastard’s cock just to keep from being even more humiliated! But what else could she do?  

Sarah opened her mouth and took Jeff’s probing member between her lips. She’d only done this a couple of times with her boyfriend…and once, long ago, for that monster of a stepfather who never let her forget how much he’d enjoyed it, and wanted to again.  She swore that she’d never service a man by force again, but now here she was, playing the submissive cock-slut for another monster—this time, one she’d actually trusted and admired.  She’d never make that mistake again!

Right now, though, she had to concentrate on not making any mistakes with the hard, fleshy rod in her mouth. Sarah began slowly, with a hesitant flick of her tongue…but then finding that it didn’t feel or taste as bad as she expected, she swirled her tongue around the head with a little more vigor. Jeff was clearly enjoying the humiliation and rage that must have been on her face, but he was anxious for more. “C’mon, you little slut, suck that head, don’t just lick it!” he demanded as he pulled her head forward and shoved his cock deeper into her open mouth. Sarah had to push back with her tongue just to keep him from hitting the back of her throat and gagging her, but that warm pressure under his dick seemed to be exactly what he wanted. “Oh yeah, baby, use that tongue….give me a nice tight hole to fuck…” With that, he began to grind back and forth with his hips while pulling the back of her head to meet his thrusts. Sarah kept her tongue locked under the shaft but loosened her lips slightly to allow it to slide easily back and forth.  Thankfully, she began to salivate heavily while Jeff worked his cock in and out, giving some lubrication to the face-fucking that she was receiving. 

Sarah had no idea how long this went on. Time seemed to stand still as Jeff bucked and rammed his way down her young and inexperienced throat. “Jesus!” she thought, “When is he going to stop?!” Spit and pre-cum dribbled out from around the edges of her lips, and her throat began to burn from the pounding it was receiving, but Jeff didn’t let up. He was going faster now and grunting with each plunge. “Oh please, just don’t let him cum in my m…mffff!…mnghhh!” Too late! Jeff’s load exploded suddenly onto Sarah’s tongue and drowned the back of her mouth in thick, hot fluid. Jeff groaned with pleasure and held her tightly by the back of the head so that she couldn’t draw back. He released three long spurts while Sarah’s tongue thrashed and her throat constricted against the flood of semen that nevertheless found its way down her esophagus and coated the inside of her cheeks.  “Mmmm! Mmmfff!” she tried to scream, to beg, for him to let go, and allow her a breath of air, but Jeff held firm until the last glob of splooge dribbled out of head of his cock. 

Finally, though, he drew back and out of her mouth. Sarah instinctively swallowed in an effort to breath, and felt a thick, slimy wad of cum slither down her throat like a hocked-up lugie.  She almost threw up on the spot, but somehow managed to fend off the disgusting sensation. She dropped her head and gasped for air as Jeff continued to stand over her and stroke his spent cock above her. She felt one final strand of cum drop down onto her forhead and run down the side of her nose. “He just couldn’t resist one last humiliation could he, the asshole!”

Jeff let out a sigh of relief, and wiped his still-sticky cock on Sarah’s soft auburn-colored hair. “Oh yes,” he said, “that was well worth the wait!…You’re off to a good start, honey….” Jeff felt satisfied with himself and his day’s work. A hot young coed had just serviced him like a whore—and this was just the beginning!  What would her parents think if they could see their little darling slurping cum for grades at school?  The thought made him giggle. Fucking rich bastards! Here’s where your tuition money goes! 

He stepped back and stuffed his flaccid dick back into his pants, zipped up, and went back around to his desk chair and sat down as if nothing had happened. Sarah was wiping her sticky face with the sleeve of her shirt, and sobbing quietly in her chair.  She belonged to him now. For the rest of the quarter, she was his bitch, and he liked it that way. He had a lot of “creative assignments” in store for her, but for now, he was done. “Ok, sweetheart,” he said in his old kind and friendly voice, “you can go now. See you at the next office hour!” 

Sarah stood up and slinked out of his office, still sobbing, but pausing to check the hours posted on his door…



Office Hours



They had eyed each other over the last year. He always dressed in grey pinstripes. She always dressed in a high-neck blouse over a dark midi skirt. They often arrived at the elevator together, going to work on different floors of the same high-rise. But they'd never talked, and it seemed they never would.

Deb was an aide in an HMO office. She had three kids from a failed marriage, but that was all behind her. She was just glad that she'd figured it all out before she had become an old maid! Now the kids were growing, and healthy, and she had a job she could rely on. She only wished (now & then) that she could catch some fellow's eye. Maybe not for a lifetime, nor for a year; but a dalliance for a week or two could surely be a pleasant way to spend a vacation.

Joe was a lawyer. He'd been with the firm for 4 years, long enough to become the leading candidate for 'full partner'. And he got an office to match that notoriety. It was glass-walled and drape-lined, with a fully automated control system and a built-in stereo. He thought that, even if a bomb went off inside his office, the outside world might not hear. He had sex when he wanted it. His lean body, chiseled looks, and expensive suit attracted enough women when he showed any interest. But he was busy, and the little time he had to pursue other interests made liaisons seem too few & far between.

They had eyed each other, but the effort needed to break the ice seemed to put years between them. Yet a scent developed as they rode the elevator together. It always confused Joe and the other riders; Deb was the one that blushed.

On a stormy Spring day, Deb got a phone call. It wasn't unexpected – her old Aunt had passed that morning, and she'd been named executor. She didn't know what that meant. When she called the fellow at the bank he seemed gruff, and preoccupied. She decided that, in her building, there must be someone who would know the ins & outs of her situation.

She called the operator and asked for the building directory. There was a law firm 3 stories up who had a specialist in estates. When Deb called the firm, the secretary was able to get her an appointment for just the next morning. His name was Joe Stoner. It seemed possible that all this might be over in just a few hours. She sighed with relief at the end of the day & headed home. Her manager told her she was, officially, on her 3 days leave, and she wouldn't need to be back to work until Monday.

When Deb woke up the next morning, she wanted to go in looking different. Her hair, usually styled up and pulled back from her face, made her look capable. Her glasses, a simple horn rimmed set, added to the "School Marm" look. She felt she needed to look more… vulnerable. So she moussed her hair, letting it set down on her shoulders, and used her contact lenses. They let her do more with her eyes, adding color & depth. When she was done & reviewed her appearance in the mirror, she was pleased. The face looking back at her was the apex of femininity, showing off all her best assets. Her clothes were fine, but she did pick out her best blouse & skirt 'for show'. Just for orneriness sake, she put on her crotchless underwear and wore her silk hose attached to a garter belt. When she went out like this (which wasn't often) she always felt more feminine. Today was no exception.

She arrived 10 minutes ahead of her appointed time and set in the office chair. When she glanced inside, she caught sight of Mr. Stoner - and nearly gasped. It was the same man she'd noticed in the elevator. The one that made her think of cool nights wrapped in satin sheets, lying close to a hot m…

The secretary stood just then, and informed her that Mr. Stoner was ready for her. She stood, cheeks flushed, and went in. Mr. Stoner was a gentleman, and offered her an overstuffed chair. Deb accepted, sat down, his stereo playing soft rock in the background. 

It took Joe several glances over a question or two (the situation was extremely simple; there really wasn't any reason for Deb to have had to come to see him), before he finally tumbled to the reasons for her familiarity. Her appearance had changed (indeed for the better!) but her scent had not. The near shock made him smile widely, before he asked, "Aren't you the one I ride the elevator with? I'm sorry I've never said hello to you before!" Joe rose and came round the wide walnut desk and shook her hand for the second time. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you!" he beamed.

Deb had sat under his gaze for several minutes; her body had begun to betray her. When he touched her hand, a slight tremble slid up her spine, and moisture began to collect between her labia. She stood as she took his hand, smiled sheepishly, and tried to speak. Unfortunately all that came out was a series of rough coughs.

Joe ran to the water fountain quickly & brought back some water for her. As she drank it gratefully, he admired her athletic figure, trying to think of some way to ask her out. But Deb had other thoughts.

The heat from her cheeks had already worked down to the points of her hips as he recognized her. When he crossed the room and their hands met, her quick gasp of delight had caused the coughs. Meanwhile the blood began to work into the center of her body, flooding and swelling the gentle tissues there. Joe was so gallant at retrieving the water, she made up her mind immediately. He would be hers before she left the office.

When he reached to pat her shoulder, she stepped inside the curve of his arm. She watched his face closely, and when his eyebrows lifted, she blushed. But Deb didn't back down; she tiptoed, bringing her lips close to his. She nearly lost her breath as she whispered, "Take me, Joel Stoner. I want you!" 

Her scent was, at last, clearly in Joe's nostrils, and he recognized it for what it was… the same scent in the elevator for the last 3 months… the scent of a woman who knew what she wanted and was ready for it.

Joe quartered away from Deb for only a moment, and picked up the remote control. Two pushes of the switches closed the curtains and dimmed the lights. Joe silently thanked the designer for planning ahead. 

Deb thought she'd lost him when he turned his head & stretched for the remote. But watching him work and listening to the motors hum, she smiled, glad for his resourcefulness.

Her body melted into his and his arms surrounded her. Joe sent his hands round her head as they kissed, lips pursed, then open with need. He cradled her head as he kissed across her face, cheeks, ears, then slid those hands down her back. They paused at her bra strap, sensing, feeling, before going down to lodge on the cheeks of her butt.

Deb loved his hands on her, strong, yet gentle. The added sense of his fingertips at the upper edge of her garter strap increased her need. She wrapped her legs around his leg and began to move her pelvis up and down on him. Her hands closed in on the wad of fabric that made up the knot of material that made up his tie, and she pulled it loose before starting on his shirt buttons.

Joe admired her determination, and gladly let her take off his tie. As she worked, he began to raise the fabric of her skirt. As it rose above the level of her garter strap, he pushed her down against his desk. The cold, wooden top contacted the bare thigh, and she gasped, and he lifted her up and set her tailbone down on the desktop.

Deb pushed the shirt down off his shoulders, impressed by the tone of his body. As she sat on the desktop, she gasped again, momentarily losing his leg from between hers. When she did, he deftly stepped between them.

Joe bent forward, kneeling, and pulled the hem of her skirt upwards. When his knee met the floor, his lips were knee-high on her and he began kissing first one knee, then the other, all the while working the skirt further up her thighs. When the hem of the skirt reached her torso, he was amazed by the view that greeted him, and began to kiss quicker. And higher! His lips parted and his tongue came out, leaving large, damp wet spots on the inside of her thighs. 

He kissed higher yet, and Deb's body had a quick spasm. She couldn't resist his tender caring, and spread her thighs wider, allowing him in. As his tongue came nearer, she began fumbling with her blouse's buttons, hurrying as fast as her shaky hands could. When his tongue finally contacted her labia, she went rigid, beginning to fall back onto the ice-cold desktop. Her face contorted, though with pain or joy it was difficult to tell, and she wove her fingers into his hair, begging for more. Her shivers were both from the cold desktop and from anticipation.

Joe's tongue had finally met Deb's labia. Her willingness to enjoy cunnilingus didn't surprise him, but her utter need for it did. She reclined on the cold desk & stiffened just as his tongue began to slide up her outer lips. He made the motion as slow as he could, trying to resist the pressure from her hands in his hair. And he didn't QUITE get to her clit before he moved the opposite direction all the way to her vagina. Her scent filled his body with longing and he began to react to it. Her body was so needy that beads of dew moistened her pubic hair. As he licked up and down the crease of her lower body, he paused to collect the dampness spread there.

Deb's essence was swelling with his tender touch. His hot tongue and warm breath were bringer her to the cusp of joy. But she wanted more of it, and began to force his face upwards… 

 Joe knew her longing before he felt her hands directing him, and moved with her willingly. When his tongue moved to the top of her labia, he allowed it to touch her clit – but only barely. She gasped at the contact, and froze… but he let his tongue move slowly against her clit, forcing it into a series of slow, small circles.

Deb's body inched closer to explosion, wanting the release, needing it. She pulled his hair just a bit more, and his mouth closed over her clit. His exhalations teased at her pubic hairs, moving them against the base of her clit. She wanted his mouth just there.

Joe opened his mouth and fully engulfed her clit. Sucking it into his mouth, he allowed his tongue to continue pressing the tip of it in small, slow circles. But with her fingers guiding him, he let his upper teeth's hard edge come down onto the tender skin at the top of her clit, and rubbed the skin there as well. Up and down its length his teeth traveled, as his tongue moved the tip of her clit in circles, round and round. Up and round and round and down he moved, her hips finding their rhythm with his ministrations. Round and up and down and round he moved, as her breathing became short, ragged. 

Deb's gasps became ever shorter as her hips moved in time with his mouth. But the time was past for her to fight the sensations, and soon her rhythm began to fail. Her breaths became shorter. Her hips began to thrust in random patterns. As the bubble in her clit and pussy began to burst, she began to moan a long, loud sound.

Joe waited for just the right moment. When it seemed Deb had completely lost control, he slid his hand around her buttocks and found her vagina. As she began to moan, he slid a thumb into her hot pussy and quickly found her g-spot. As her body began to buck, he moved that thumb, pressed firmly against the mass of hot flesh just inside her body, back and forth as he add new pressure with his teeth and tongue.

Deb felt all of it at once, yet none of it at all. She felt her body build up pressure suddenly and then release it, and lost all control. Her voice, quiet until just before her body's tension was vented, was released, and the sound went out loud & long, and built to a scream of passion. No word was needed or used as she cascaded, her body rocking as his mouth and fingers rode her into oblivion and back.

When Joe found he was free to move, he began to feel his own needs more acutely. He stood up and unhooked his slacks. He moved them and his shorts down his narrow waist, exposing his manhood. As Deb's head cleared, she looked into his eyes dreamily, and said, "You're fantastic. Come here and give me the rest of your body." He moved to her, his engorged cock sliding along the inside of her right thigh. But before he entered her, he kissed up across her tummy and along the center of her torso. When he got even with her breasts, he made a detour, his tongue flicking along the curvature of her breast. When he'd made a full circle, he slid his tongue across to her areola, and licked its perimeter. He saw the fullness of her nipple stretching its skin tight across its width, and at last opened his mouth to take in the rough skin there. His tongue immediately began to caress her nipple. The action of inhaling and exhaling allowed his teeth to move firmly across her areola.

The motion renewed her body's need. Deb wrapped her legs around his hot body, and coaxed and begged yet another part of him to have contact with her. When his mouth finally slipped to her neck, she arched her back and brought his cock into contact with the petals of her vagina. She needed him again, and her lips closed on his ear, biting his lobe.

Joe felt her teeth bite at his ear lobe, yet that was in the far distance of sensations exciting him. His cock, throbbing of its own accord, bounced erratically against her vagina, begging entry. Yet Joe had one last thought to act on. He remembered a string of beads bought for extreme delight, and reached into his top drawer, searching for them…

Deb felt Joe's distraction, and waited. She began to become impatient, finally asking, "What are you looking for?" She was interested, however, when his hand emerged with a string of 7 beads. They seemed to be 2 centimeters across, and tied about that far apart. "What are you going to do with them?" she asked coyly.

Joe knew what he wanted to do… but only hoped she would comply. "Turn around, Deb… bend over, onto the desk. I'll show you."

Deb smiled mischievously, and rolled over. Her front was flat against the desk where her back had been. Her feet reached the floor easily. The temperature wasn't too bad, but she still wondered what he was going to do with the beads. Her curiosity was peaking, and her body was still needy. She let him have his way.

Joe was delighted with her choice. As he positioned himself behind her, he moistened each of the beads with his tongue. He began to enter her. She accepted him readily. Then he placed the end bead against the gentle petal of her anus. She didn't mind him spreading her cheeks. Then he pressed inward. 

As the bead entered her, Deb gasped. The sensation was enormous. The sense of having two parts of her body entered at the same time drove her body wild. At first she tensed; waiting, hoping, needing more of the same.

Joe felt her tension, watching her muscles become rigid both inside and out. When the first bead was taken, he moved his body fluidly against her resistance. Entering her with his cock felt good. Exiting her vagina felt even better, the slick juices bringing the joy of penetration out with them. He positioned the next bead & pushed.

Deb felt she would explode! The bead was sized to ride against a sensitive spot inside her she hadn't realized was even there. The sensation of being entered twice was exquisite. She began to relax & flow with the wonderful feelings generated in her pussy and anus.

Joe knew she was sold by her relaxation. He pressed in a third, then a fourth, before feeling the pressure build on top of his cock. Each time Deb moaned. Then he began, slowly, to slide into and out of her. When he pressed forward, she arched her back. When he withdrew, she shuddered as she inhaled. Five, ten, then fifteen thrusts followed, and she began to move with him. He knew it was time to increase the pace.

Deb felt the heat flow inside her thighs, causing her pussy to swell. Her clit was pulsed by the gentle 'slap slap' of his balls. Combined with the agonizingly wonderful fullness in her anus, she was nearing a second climax. She started swaying with his movements, and her breath got ragged. Her legs began to straighten with pre-orgasmic delight when he began to withdraw the beads. As the first one went past her sphincter, she shuddered almost too much to remain standing, and the orgasm went down her legs. When the second one slipped out, her knees began to collapse. She screamed in agony – or ecstasy. She was beyond caring.

When Joe pulled the third bead out, his cock betrayed him, and he began to spew semen into her. An old song started in the background, barely audible above their own sounds. He wanted to use the last bead to prolong her orgasm. He was dizzy and pumping, and losing track of everything as he came. Yet he remembered to use short tugs on the bead, bouncing the last bead off the inside of her sphincter muscles. 

The two of them stood there, pumping the semen from one to the other, and then the song was done. When he was drained, he pulled the last bead out of her, almost viciously, and she came again, the inside of her pussy walls massaging his quickly deflating cock. He threw the beads into the waist can. Joe collapsed onto Deb's back, and Deb, spent, cared not a whit. Joe's head, on Deb's heaving rib cage, rocked back and forth. Deb's body, on the walnut desk top, had heated it and was no longer chilled at its touch. 

When he had recovered, Joe pushed himself upright and stepped back, taking a moment to enjoy the view. When Deb began to stand, he helped her up. She turned to him, eyes shyly downcast. He put his finger under her chin and raised it to him. Their eyes met, a sense of surprise and latent bashfulness lingering. Joe asked, "Want to go out for dinner?"



Office Hours



He slowly lent against the door, dressed from top to bottom in a smart black suit. He watched her cross the room busy in her office, watching her at work, he decided he wanted her now.

He sent a message for her that he was waiting in reception and sure enough she came out to meet him 5 minutes later. She was dressed in a conservative Knee length Black skirt and a light blue blouse. He took her arm and led her round the corner where, out of sight, he slid his hand up her leg under her skirt.

He kisses her softly, well done, you obeyed my instructions and didn't wear any underwear. Taking your arm I pull you into the ladies toilets where we enter a toilet and shut the door, I unzip my pants and present my hard cock to you.

Without a word you sink to your knees and slowly take me into your mouth, sliding your hot lips down over my hard shaft. I feel your tongue rubbing on the sensitive underside of my cock and moan softly, suddenly you hear the door to the toilets bang open and two people walk inside chatting, you freeze mid suck on my cock.

I reach down and grabbing your head I begin to fuck your mouth, sliding my cock in and out of your hot wet mouth. You get the idea and resume sucking, licking and deep throating my cock as it slides all the way into your mouth.

I slowly pull myself out and pick you up, sliding your skirt up your hips. I swiftly insert one finger into you slit, you are already dripping wet. We hear the toilets flush and the two ladies leave, I open the door and push you out, your skirt hitched around your hips.

I bend you over so you are lent over a sink on the wall, you can see yourself in the mirror and me stood behind you, I slowly pull your blouse up and unbutton it so I can see your breasts in the mirror. I rub my cock against your wet pussy. You shudder in excitement, if anyone walks in now they would find you lent facing the wall with your breasts exposed and loose and your ass and pussy exposed to my hard cock.

I ram my cock deep into you cunt and you only just manage to bite back a scream as it rips deep into you, Standing behind you spreading your legs as my cock fills you I reach up and grab your hair, forcing you to look into the mirror in front of you, making you watch as I fuck you from behind, making you watch as your full breasts bounce around everytime my cock penetrates you.

I slip my cock out hen ram it back in, filling you faster and harder with every thrust, you moan loudly then bite you lip, what if someone out side hear? What if they decided to check? You try to stop the moans but its so hard, the feelings build as my cock pushes into your soft wet hole, faster and deeper, harder and harder, in and out, filling you and making you want to scream as it plunges deep inside you. You watch my face as I fuck you from behind harder and faster, my long hard shaft plunging into you hot wet pussy, your breasts bounce up everytime I thrust into you and fall everytime I pull out.

Finally you can contain the moan no longer and they flood out of you, you gasp and you moan rise almost to screams as I fill you again and again and again, my hard cock ramming your soft cunt, you scream as you cum your juices flowing down your legs to pool on the floor, I give one last mighty thrust as I pump my cock deep into you, It rams all the way in till my balls are resting against you, I fill you hot cunt with my cum, stream after stream pumps from the end of my shaft filling your pussy with my hot juices.

You collapse against the sink and I pick you up, take you back into the toilet cubical and shut the door. You sit on the toilet gasping for breath - it sounds like we left just in time as the door opens and 3 ladies come it, you sit there basking in the afterglow of the orgasm and I present my semihard cock for you to clean. You lick and suck my cock till it is clean from our combined juices then I zip myself up and leave you on the toilet, letting you know I will be waiting for you after work. 



Office Hours



Karen sat at her desk, tired and stressed from her overwhelming work load. It was around 9:30 and she thought the office was completely empty. Karen sighed as she looked around, feeling lonely. Just as she started to get back to work, her imagination started to wander. She remembered her interaction with Mark, her colleague. That day Karen was wearing a short black skirt and a tight, light blue shirt that outlined the voluptuous curves of her body. She purposely walked past Mark's desk and as she turned around she noticed his eyes moving up and down her body, tracing the sexy curves. She smiled and licked her pink lips as she sat down at her desk. All of a sudden she heard the ruffling of papers and the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hallway. Her head perked up as she saw Mark walk into the office.

The sight of her startled Mark as he thought he was alone as well. "Oh hey ... I thought I was alone," he said. Karen chuckled and explained she had some important work to finish up before the weekend. A smile brightened his face as he walked over to her and sat on the edge of her desk, next to her. They made small talk for a few moments, discussing what they were both working on and what a pain it was to still be there so late and on a Friday. As Karen spoke, Mark found himself staring bashfully at her full, large breasts. Karen pretended not to notice and kept talking. She observed what a nice body he had under his clothes; she could tell he had a muscular physique. They both struggled to come up with things to talk about; it was obvious they had other things in mind.

Karen stood up and said she needed to make some copies of a document. As she started to walk away, Mark, feeling adventurous, grabbed her arm gently, stood up and pulled her to him. "Since you've starting working here I haven't been able to concentrate ... you're so sexy. The second I saw you I wanted to kiss you." She blushed a little and looked down but she could feel her pussy become warm and wet. He touched her chin and pulled her face to his and kissed her softly. His lips tasted sweet and fiery. Their kisses became more and more passionate and their tongues probed into each other's mouths as Karen pressed herself against his expanding dick. He explored her body with his hands, venturing across the soft fabric of her shirt, cascading over her breasts and hardening nipples. His hands were now moving down Karen's back in a soft, slow motion, causing her to moan delicately in his warm mouth. Her shirt was lifted over her head. As Mark saw her breasts in a sexy black lace bra he wanted to get behind her and fuck her right then but he felt he should please her slowly. 

Karen began to unbutton his shirt as their lips parted. She started down his neck, kissing sensually. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he felt her mouth move down his chest, then his stomach. She loved the feeling of her soft lips on his hard body as her hand grazed over his rigid cock. She moved back up to kiss him again when he turned her around so she was leaning against the desk. He reached around her, unfastened her bra and removed it. His thumb brushed over her nipple as they stared into each other's eyes. The slight touch of his skin against her sensitive spot brought her to moan softly and bite her bottom lip. Her legs were slightly apart so Mark's hand reached in with ease. As he teased her aching pussy, his tongue moved smoothly over her stiff nipples. His talented fingers slid into her wet panties. The feeling of her smooth, shaven pussy drove him over the edge and he could no longer maintain his slow attempts for pleasure. 

Mark tore through her skirt, pulling it down to the floor. He moved down to her nipples again and sucked them with excitement and fervor. Her panties were removed quickly. Karen, becoming hotter and hotter by this sat herself on the edge of the desk and spread her legs wide for him. He kissed her lips again, driving his tongue in and out while he rubbed her swollen clit. She found herself reaching for his belt and pulling it off in a swift motion. With hesitance completely escaping both of them, she unbuttoned, unzipped and slid his pants off of him. They breathed and kissed harder, each moving their hands through the sweat of each other's bodies. Mark caressed her neck with his lips and tongue, continuing his quest towards her longing pussy. He reached her breasts again, licking her nipples quickly, then moving down her stomach. 

The unbelievable desire and anticipation running throughout her body triggered something in her to grab his hair and push his head gently into her wet pussy. He began swirling his tongue over her engorged clit with quick circles, then slower ones. Karen's hand remained on his head while she moaned uncontrollably at the sensation of his whirling tongue. She moved against his tongue as she orgasmed with such force it made her scream. Mark wanted so badly to feel her pussy gripping his throbbing cock. To his pleasure, Karen pulled him by his arm up to her face and removed his boxers. She muttered something like a "yes" as she led his pulsating cock to her awaiting pussy.

Mark began to fuck her slowly, sliding himself in and out of her while her hands moved to his lower back, pushing him in deeper and deeper. With their moans filling the empty office, Mark pumped in and out of her harder and harder. He felt himself reaching closer and closer to an orgasm as her whimpers became more frequent. He ran his hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her cry out even more. Switching positions, Mark took her off of the desk and bent her over it, pulling her back to his glistening cock. It slid back in effortlessly and he grabbed her hips to match his thrusts. To his excitement, she reached down and began rubbing her clit as he fucked her with rapid and deep movements. The cum was building up in his cock, making it harder for him to control his eagerness to release. Her moans were loud with sincere passion. Mark was mumbling how much he wanted to shoot his cum inside her pussy, turning her on even more. She responded by moaning the words "yes, cum for me." Finally, relieving himself, he shot his big load deep in the walls of her tight pussy. 

Moaning and breathing hard, he turned her around and kissed her gently. They stood there for a few minutes, trying to come to terms with what just happened. He kissed her again delicately and remarked how he was sure he would be working late Monday night.



Office Hours



It's the beginning of summer, and the spring semester is almost over. I messed up another essay by not following directions. I can't believe it. Professor Allen passes back our essays about Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse. On the top margin of my paper, in neat, tiny lettering, Professor Allen has written: Amanda, this is a fine paper, but did you not understand the question? Please see me later. I clap my hand over the comment, feeling disgusted with myself and slightly nauseous, and try my best not to cry during her lecture.

I don't know how she can be so intimidating to me—she is only five feet tall, skinnier than I am, with a small nose and a small mouth.  She has chin-length curly blonde hair and red glasses. Every day she wears a black blouse of some sort, and jeans. Her blue eyes scare me most. When we make eye contact with one another, she never looks away first.

After class we arrange a meeting later in the week during her office hours, and when I come in on Wednesday, I am shaking. I am also sweating from the day's humidity, sweat stains showing through my blue t-shirt. Her office is small, with a faded oriental rug spread out on the hardwood floor, and her three bookshelves are crammed and overflowing. There's a painting of two women embracing, which surprises me, but I'm too nervous to entertain any inappropriate fantasies. I can't believe I messed up my paper.

She asks me to take a seat, and I sweat and tremble and try to explain the paper. "I'm not usually like this," I rush, "I usually write decent essays—I was overwhelmed when I wrote this one, so much going on—I didn't read through the instructions adequately enough—but I shouldn't be making excuses—"

"Amanda," Professor Allen says, grimacing a little. "Slow down." She catches my eye and my heart is pounding. "You have a history of doing very well in my class, so I'm not that concerned. You can do a re-write. It's not a big deal." Her calm in the face of my anxiety makes me feel ridiculous.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, on the verge of tears. "I'm—I always do this. I freak out whenever I fuck up. It's making me so stressed out."

She laughs quietly. "I'm shocked by this disclosure of yours." She's being condescending, but also kind, and when she stands up to close the door to her office, something is changing. She leans against her desk and looks at me like she's judging whether or not I'm qualified for something. "Depending on a few things, I may be able to help you out with this problem of yours," she says. 

"What?"

"How about you leave the questions to me. Have you ever been fucked by a girl?"

"Lots of times, but—"

"Do you like it?"

"Yes," I say, taken aback and overwhelmed. "Yes, a lot." 

She seems satisfied. "Get out your essay." I shuffle through my backpack, trying to locate the paper, and she snaps, "Hurry." I pull it out, show her, and she tells me to read her instructions aloud.  

"Mrs Ramsay is often seen as an "Angel in the House": an epitome of the domestic or feminine virtues, loved by all, and the real centre of a family." I will my voice not to shake as I read, but she's moving around the office—she stands behind me in the chair, above me, leaning over, her breath against the back of my neck. She starts touching me between my legs, over my khaki pants. I attempt to turn around so I can see her and figure out what's going on. "Don't try to fucking look at me," she says. "Keep reading." She rubs harder. 

"Shit," I say, my voice faltering. "How does Mrs Ramsay differ from the sentimental ideal of femininity endorsed by, say, a Victorian novel? If not, how do you—" My breathing becomes shallow, I'm about to come, and suddenly Professor Allen stops touching me.

"Pull down your pants, Amanda," she says evenly, "and bend over my desk." I'm worried I'm going to mess up her stacks of papers on her desk, but she grabs my hair and shoves me down and there's the corner of a hardback book pressing into my left breast. "So you can read this time, I see," she says to me, softly fingering my ass and the inside of my thighs. "Tell me, how hard is it to decipher a simple question? I wasn't asking for a huge fucking explanation about why Lily was secretly in love with Mrs. Ramsay. Are you stupid? Do you see anything about that in my question?"

I can't believe she's saying this to me. They are the worst possible things I thought I could ever hear from a teacher. But I hear them and I want her to touch me more. "Answer me," she says. 

"I made a mistake," I say.

"So how are you going to prove to me you're not incapable of following simple instructions?"

"I'm not sure—"

"How about you do something really simple for me." She's fingering my cunt again, opening it and making me feel exposed. "I'm going to hit you. And all you have to do is lift your ass up in the air after each hit and ask me for another one. That's not very hard, is it?"

"No," I say, gripping the edge of her desk. I hear a rustling behind me, but remembering what she told me about looking at her, I continue to stare at the wall in front of me. She's running something along my ass, something thin and light. For a moment I am relieved, thinking that whatever tool she is using, it is little, so it will not hurt—

But then she hits me, and breath it hurts so badly that I lose my breath. "Fuck," I cry out, trying to stay inside my head. I raise my ass off the desk and ask for another. This continues for quite some time. In-between hits she reaches underneath me and pulls my nipples, or yanks my hair, or squeezes my neck. She tells me she does this so I can keep taking more. Sometimes she fucks my cunt with three of her fingers, but never long enough so I come. The hitting gets harder; the sting is the worst a few seconds after the immediate impact. If I ask for another and raise my ass before the pain hits me, the task is easier. The hitting gets more frequent, and she stops playing with me in-between. She then concentrates on one spot—the back of my lower left thigh—without any sort of break or variation. My stomach swirls and I feel dizzy. I'm afraid I'm going to be sick. I can't do this. I can't do this. She encourages me, "Amanda, you can do this for me," and I hold out for a little longer, but I can't any more. I just can't. I'm going to start crying. I'm going to have to ask her to stop.

One final strike pushes me over the edge, and I do start crying, gasping and holding my head in my hands so she can't see my face. "I can't," I say. I expect disappointed silence from her, or some sort of patronizing coddling, but instead she doesn't miss a beat, seeming unsurprised, and she tells me to flip over on my back. She approaches me, standing in-between my spread legs. She starts rubbing my clit in maddeningly slow circles. "So you couldn't even do something so simple for me," she says, "What does that say about you?"

"It means I fucked up," I say, almost unable to find the words. "It means I can't follow instructions."

"That's right," she says. She lifts her fingers away from my cunt and holds them close to my face. "And you know what? Look how wet my fingers are from you—look how turned on you got. From not following directions. Maybe you like fucking up." She shoves her wet fingers in my mouth, to the back of my throat so I gag a few times. She pulls out and slaps my face. "Do you?" she asks. She slaps my face again. "Do you like it when you disappoint me?"

"I don't know—" I say. 

"Well perhaps you should stop worrying about it so much," she snaps. She begins rubbing my clit again, harder and faster, and I'm close to coming. I'm still crying, embarrassed and confused and displaced. My legs won't stop shaking. "Are you going to come now?" she asks. When I nod, she reaches out with her other hand and digs her fingernails into the back of my upper left thigh, where she had hit me for so long and so hard and I could not take it. I wince from the pain. With that reminder I explode, convulsing on her desk, and she watches me, unmoved. Afterwards, she smiles at me, and tells me I did a good job. 

This is the last time I ever cry about a fucked up essay in college.



Office Hours



It was coming to the end of the semester and all the students suddenly started to care about the class. As I started packing up after class, I was already getting question after question. Annoyed, I told them to follow me to my office; at least I'd be able to lose some of the apathetic ones. Not that I didn't care about my students, but if they didn't put the effort in there was nothing I could do. It wasn't high school history anymore, and it hit a lot of freshmen hard. I was a professor, not a babysitter. 

"Uh..Professor, I need to drop this class."

"You can't, we only have a week left," I muttered.

"Uh.. Can't you just write that I was never here?"

"Well you never really were, but I'd suggest you talk to administration. Or pray real hard before your final," I warned. 

The kid just shrugged and left. I looked at the long line of similar faces and sighed, not before catching a glimpse of Mellissa in the back. I felt almost bad for her; she had emailed me earlier asking to see a grade printout since her logon had been on the fritz. No sense in her waiting behind 12 other students for something that would take two seconds. I made eye contact and motioned for her to cut the line. She just smiled mouthing "it's okay," before shyly before turning around to investigate the wall decorations. One perk of being a history teacher is that medieval weaponry on your walls isn't strange. 

The next student I talked to started fumbling through her notes, looking for a lost detail of lecture from weeks ago. My eye drifted back to Mellissa. She had come from the private school a few miles away, and she had kept the uniform. It wasn't uncommon, for a K-12 school, most of the girls out of there continued the habit. There were actually a few other students in line with the same outfit, although they were past the stature for it. Mellissa was one of the few girls who had escaped the freshmen fifteen and filled her uniform well and college had loosened her up a bit. Her pleated plaid skirt seemed a little too short, but her white stockings went up and over her knee to cover some extra leg. Her white blouse was loosened by a couple of buttons and I chuckled to see her nails were painted as they combed through her hair. By college standards she was modest but I know she would've been smacked if her old headmistress saw her. I don't know why, but I felt rejuvenated by the idea. 

"Professor Cobalt? You said that the English were the first to use long bows, but Wikipedia says..."

I groaned as I came back down to earth. A few students in line caught my disappointment and laughed. Mellissa turned around and smiled, making me a little more determined to get through the lineI tried to answer all the questions a little more earnestly after that, to make up for my lack of attention. I kept imagining Mellissa being punished for her polished nails. The fantasy went from a smack on the wrist to a full blown spanking by yours truly. When I had gotten to about the eighth student, I was barely there. 

Suddenly I heard a clunk on the ground. I snapped my head over to the corner of my room, I had a few breakables on display. Luckily, Mellissa had just dropped something out of her purse. She mouthed a quick sorry for interrupting. I turned back to the next student, and listened to their question with half an ear. I peeked out of the side of my eye to see Mellissa bending over. Fantasizing about smacking that ass was giving me too much to hope for, but I saw way more than I thought I would. 

The little slut wasn't even wearing panties. 

"Professor?"

"Wha?"

I snapped back to the student at hand as Mellissa snapped back up, pulling down the backside of her skirt. She scanned around but was so embarrassed she failed to notice my stumbling and shuffled to the back of the line to stand upright and still. I could feel my cock twitching and I scooted under my chair. How many times had she sat in my class cross legged and bare? Or was it just today she was feeling extra naughty? Different fantasies whizzed through my mind. God, there was a long line of students. 

I had finally managed to calm down a bit by the time I reached the second to last student. He was a good kid who was sincerely interested. Talking about history kept my mind off things, but not long enough. It was just Mellissa and me in the classroom. 

"Um, Mark? Could you close my door? The cleaning lady always bothers me when I'm here past 5." 

"Sure Professor," he said shutting the door. What was I thinking?

"Hi Professor! I just wanted to double check my grades?" Mellissa smiled innocently. I swallowed hard thinking about those bare pussy lips under that skirt and replied.

"Yea sure, just give me a second to boot up this old thing." 

During that time, I swore to get a new computer. I had never felt time go by so slowly. I could feel my cock warming imagining coming in contact with those pouting schoolgirl lips. By the time the grades were open, I wasn't in my right mind. 

"Here, you can sit down and have a look," I told Mellissa. I just wanted to stand up and put my hand in my pocket to constrain my hard on while she distracted herself with her grades. 

"No it's alright, I couldn't take your seat." Polite girl, but she remembered she wasn't wearing panties this time when she bent over to look at the screen. She had positioned herself awkwardly, and before I knew it words flew out of my mouth.

"Here, just sit down," I said, offering my lap. I thought she would get offended, but instead she looked worried.

"Um.. I don't think I can-"

"Well I don't see why not unless you know something I don't'." I saw her clutching the backside of her skirt lower. I guess she was more worried about being found bare than she was about being proper. She shyly sat down on my leg, pulling her skirt as low as she could. 

"Here, I think this one is you, let me highlight it." I scrolled along the grade sheet. Busy, she leaned forward and began tracing along the grid. Her skirt began to inch up and I barely adjusted my leg until I knew her pussy was right on me. I couldn't help myself, I slid my arm around her waist. She began to object when I pointed back to the screen.

"This was the score you were worried about right? You said you had the homework still?" 

"O right." She began digging in her notebook while I grazed her hip with my fingertips. As she handed me the assignment, I firmly held onto her tiny waist. She wiggled a bit but I only held tighter as I inspected her work. 

"Well this looks right, I'm sorry about the mix up. That's 15/15, not 5/15. Why don't you check for any other errors I might have made." I inputted the new score and let her continue to scan her grades. In the meantime, I allowed myself to get a good look at Mellissa. I found myself staring at her full lips down to her gorgeous neckline. Before I knew it, I was digging in. 

My mouth found its mark as I bit into her collarbone with a wet kiss. 

"Professor! What-" Before she could finish I had moved up to her soft neck. She tried to push away, but not all that hard. Probably just shocked. I held onto her with both arms though, just in case. 

"Professor! What if someone comes in?" I laughed into the soft spot below her ear.

"Your biggest concern is if someone walks in?" I took the chance and snuck a hand just under her shirt.

"No! I mean, we can't do this! Please, don't, we'll get in troub-ble!" I rubbed her side, slowly creeping up. She tried to push away from me at the shoulders but he openly left her neck for my mouth to roam. 

"O no, not me, I won't get you in trouble. Plus, you seem to be enjoying it so much." And with that, I cupped her breast in my hand and squeezed. I could practically feel her hard nipple through her bra. She whimpered as I kept a tight grip and massaged her. The suddenness threw her, and I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. I began to unbutton her shirt revealing her black front clasp bra. I kissed the round of her tits when she started to pull away.

"O honey, doesn't it feel good?" I cooed.

"N-N-No." With that, I tweaked her nipple downward.

"On your knees," I barked. She slipped down from the sudden pinch. I held the back of her head now, and I pointed to my pants thigh where there was a fresh wet mark. 

"If you don't like it, then what's this?" I asked

"I-I can't help it."

"You said you didn't like it."

"But you were teasing me, I-I can't control that." 

"You can't control it because you liked it. And not only did you lie but you've ruined a good pair of pants." I began stripping them off, letting my cock spring out. Unbuttoning my shirt I sat back down with my cock right in front of her. Unfortunately she was just staring at the ground in embarrassment trying to hold her shirt around her. I slipped my hand into her hair and forced her to look at me. Her eyes grew when she saw my cock, and she kept looking back between my face and the hard on in front of her. I realized I had to slow down. Any more aggressive and I could be wasting an opportunity. I didn't want to scare her. I started to stroke her neck. She whimpered and pulled a little away.

"Sweet heart, it's okay. I didn't mean to go that fast. I just wanted you to feel good. Didn't it feel good? Even a little bit when I played with your tits?"

She murmured, "A-a little." I began tickling the nape of her neck, and her eyelashes batted heavily. 

"Now honey, I know you're awful wet, but how'd it get all over me like that?" I smiled innocently at her while she bit her lip to muster an answer. 

"I-I..I'm not wearing anything underneath." 

I feigned surprise and patronized her a bit. "Why in the world aren't you wearing panties? Especially for a girl that gets so messy!"

She wanted to retort but was careful about what she said. "I don't normally get that messy! It's just, well I tried shaving....down there because Jane said it feels better. And I nicked myself and it stings when panties rub up is all. And really, I don't n-n-normally get that wet, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I asked you to stop!" She looked up at me flushing red and almost with tears. It was too cute. 

"O, I'm not upset with you for being wet. Just don't lie okay?" She nodded shyly and was about to say something else but I went on. 

"See? I get wet too." I wiped off a drop of precum with my finger and held it to her, bringing it slowly to her mouth. She turned her head sideways and held her gorgeous mouth tightly closed.

"You can try it if you'd like." Holding her head firmly, I smoothed it over her lower lip. Her tongue darted out, just to get a taste.

"You can even have it directly, just lick up at my cock," I cooed, slowly bringing her mouth closer to me. She hesitated, looking towards the door.

"Won't we get in trouble? We shouldn't do this...." She said fearfully.

"But don't you want to?" I asked. She merely looked at the door and then to me.

"N-No, I don't want to get in trouble. P-Please, I can't." 

"Why not? You've already got precum all over your mouth and you're not even wearing panties you little slut."

"I'm not! I'm not a s-slut. Please don't tell any-"

"Don't tell anyone you didn't wear panties and tried to seduce your professor? O I'd never do that, if you'd be a good girl, and good girls love precum. Don't you want to be a good little girl?" I had her, but she still hesitantly. She was probably half terrified of being a slut, and unbelievably horny considering the pool she left on my pants. Wanting it probably even terrified her more. 

"No lies remember?" I teased. She snapped back into it and looked at me nodding slowly as if she were giving up. Thank, God. With that, she licked gingerly at the tip of my cock where a new drop of precum was shining. I groaned at the sight. Seeing her tongue dance around while her innocent eyes looked up at me. 

"You can kiss it and lick it all you want, just get comfortable." My hands got tangled in her hair as she continued to perform. She was definitely hesitant, her tongue going out no further than half way, but she seemed to be memorizing the curves of my cock. She'd lick around the head, focusing on the dripping precum, and swirl around to where the head meets the shaft. Her tongue felt out all the creases and continued to kiss down the shaft. She got to my balls and paused looking up for reassurance. All I could do was nod as she gingerly kissed my sac. But I wanted her whole mouth. 

"Honey, baby, can you kiss the tip? Your lips just feel so good." She nodded and kissed the tip of my cock. Still, just barely slipping her tongue out to lap at precum. 

"Relax your lips honey, just relax." She slowly kissed my cock, and I pushed my cock into her throat. She was shocked, but she took all that she could. 

"Was that too much?" 

"Nuhhhhhh uhh," she hummed around my shaft. Just hearing her cooperate made me shiver. I slowly started to work my cock in and out of her mouth. It took a few pauses and gags but her lips were amazing. They were soft and I could feel her tongue dancing trying to find a place as my cock filled her mouth. It was too good, so I pulled her away from me to catch my breath. 

She whined and sucked my cock back down her throat. She continued to bob her head up and down, closing her lips as tightly as she could. Her cheeks hollowed out as her lips puckered going up and down my cock. O god, she was getting off on it. I groaned at the thought of the puddle between her legs. She'd wear me out before I'd even get a taste. 

I hastily stood up and pulled her to meet me.

"Was I not doing it right?" she asked, alarmed and upset.

"You were perfect but I you to relax for a bit too." I lifted her onto my desk, taking off her blouse. I grabbed her tits with both hands and licked her lips. They were redder from the beautiful blow job, and her tongue danced with mine in that same frantic consuming way. I knelt down.

"Now let me see that little pussy of yours." I ran my right hand down the outside of her leg and circled up the inside of her leg up to her skirt before continuing down again. 

"No!" she cried. God, I thought we were past this. 

"Honey, don't be worried. I just want to make sure you're telling the truth about your little incident, and I want to make sure you're healing properly." I smiled at her and kissed her knee. She shivered at the contact. I nuzzled her knee and she hesitantly laid down on my desk as if she could avoid seeing and experiencing what was coming next. 

She opened her leg the slightest, and I began to kiss my way up her leg as she opened wider, inch by inch. Soon, she was splayed open on my desk, her pussy glistening. She was cleanly shaven, and I took in all I could. And there was her little nick, right where her leg met her body. 

"Poor baby." I put my mouth to the spot with a wet kiss, loving that she flinched. I continued licking around, never touching her pussy or her clit. She was so tense I had to hold her thighs apart. She tasted delicious, but I wanted more. I spread her lips apart with my thumbs and began licking her outer lips. Kissing them and almost sucking on them, slowly moving to her inner lips. I circled her pussy. She began to whimper and shift trying to bring her pussy in contact. So I dove into her. Her whole body tightened on the desk and she moaned. I let my tongue dig into her pussy, lapping at the walls and sliding it in and out. I'm surprised she felt anything, she was so wet. But she loved it. I licked all the way from inside her pussy up to her clit and started working there. Her breathing was ragged and she was gripping the desk. It was a sight to see, but I was buried into her clit. I flicked it over and over again, sometimes taking it into my mouth. I could feel my chin covered with her juices and I could tell she was starting to get frustrated. Her body was worming around for something she didn't even know. I brought my fingertips to her pussy lips and she eased a bit. I continued taking short but heavy flicks at her clit and slipped a finger inside. God she was wet but I still met resistance. She groaned and instinctively tried to fuck herself on my finger as I stroked her G spot. 

Suddenly I heard her breathing stop and her back arched up. Her legs began to buck wildly and I could feel her pussy clenching at my finger as she came. She came long and hard, with her eyes rolled back and her lips open in a soundless moan. She settled back down panting and whimpering. I pull my finger out as the last few pulses of her orgasm faded. I stood up over her and kissed her neck while she regained composure. I rubbed my cock up and down her slit in the fresh gush of juices. I couldn't wait any longer and put my head to her pussy lips when she jumped.

"What's wrong honey? What is it?" I asked.

"No no no no no no no.." she whimpered. 

"Why not, you know it'll feel good." I was worried; she wasn't just reluctant, she was scared.

"No no no, what if it hurts? Please don't, no no no..." she begged. I almost chuckled but turned it into a soft coo. 

"Baby, it won't hurt. I'll take it real slow, and you can stop me whenever okay? I just want to make your pussy feel even better than before. Just trust me." She didn't saying anything else so I continued rubbing my cock against her slit and kissing her neck. Finally, she murmured okay. 

I slid my cock into her pussy. She was so tight I felt like I had to pry her open. Just getting my cock halfway in was more than I had ever dreamt of. She was tight, slick, and hot as a furnace. I so wanted to fuck her and just ravage her body, but instead I took it painfully slow. Only pulling in and out halfway so she could get adjusted.

She closed her eyes tight at first, but as she got accustomed to my size I could see her beginning to respond. She held my hips as I slid in and out and she began to arch her back. I freed her tits from her bra and held them, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. Her tits were bouncing as I filled her with my cock. I could faintly hear her mumbling profanity with every thrust. Hearing her drove me wild, and I withdrew until just the head of my cock was in her pussy lips. I took a moment to slow my orgasm but she continued to squirm and tried pull my cock back into her. Feeling her outer pussy lips rubbing the head of my cock was too tempting. 

I slammed into her. Her legs bucked.

"Is that what you wanted?" I grunted.

She whimpered and nodded her head. So I slammed into her again. She yelped a bit this time. 

"Honey baby, it's not too much for your tight little pussy is it? Do you want me to stop?" No answer. 

As I slowly pulled out her body panicked, and suddenly she shouted

"No! More! Please don't stop! More!" 

God I let myself loose. I started fucking her, hard and deep. I braced my arms above her shoulders to keep her from sliding about, and I could hear my balls slapping against her smooth ass. She was whimpering and shouting for more all at once. She was biting off way more than she could chew but I was glad to give it to her. No matter how deep or fast I fucked her, every time I sank back in it felt like I had to part her pussy again. I saw her tits bouncing and I held on to them to fuck her. I started to lose it. To make it worse, she started going off. This time instead of going silent and breathless she let loose a choppy moan, interrupted by each thrust into her. Her legs shook and her hands scratched at my chest. I had to stop and hold my cock in her. I thought that would be enough to stop my orgasm but I felt her pussy clench around the base of my cock. It was like her pussy wanted more still. I had to pull out, and my own body started to shake and I shot cum all the way to the hollow of her neck. It spurted out three separate times, and left a trail from her neck to below her belly button. 




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Her breathing slowed, and she felt at the mysterious substance on her body. She even started to play with it, watching it drip from her fingers. Then she started rubbing the white cum all over her body until she was glistening under sweat and cum. It was too much for me, and I fell back into my chair, head spinning, while she massaged my cum into her skin.