0 comments/ 33858 views/ 3 favorites Oh, Professor! By: dooboige Lora and I were meant to be having lunch together. I'd been looking forward to it for days. We met at my office and walked leisurely to one of my favorite haunts. We walked in silence, really, just enjoying what was a beautiful, spring-like day, except for the melting snow all over the ground. Holding hands, we both felt very relaxed and comfortable with ourselves. We weren't just holding hands. Not holding hands at all, but lightly playing with each other's hands. Running our fingers across the palms, in and out of the fingers, up and down the wrist. As if we were masturbating each other's hands. Our lunch was not so silent but was still filled with glances, smiles, and quiet looks. We played an extended game of footsie under the table. Eating itself wasn't so easy, requiring that we break our touch on top of the table. It was obvious that we were both feeling extremely horny. Lora, because she always is when she has been by my office. Me, because I'd been thinking about her all day long. Both of us, since we'd had such incredible sex the day before, and fantasies and experiences shared then still filled our minds. And allusions filled our conversation. We left, on fire, and walked to a nearby coffee shop. It's nothing very special, but the coffee's good, and it's close by, dark and romantic, in a way. We were knowingly torturing ourselves. What we both wanted to do was run for my office and fuck like bunnies. While we were walking, Lora could see the bulge in my pants, when my coat would fly open. She reached over and give me a little squeeze, when the coast seemed clear. I stopped her and pulled you towards me to kiss her. And let one arm fall under the veil of my coat and slide down her side, over her tummy, and across her pussy. And then, as quickly, we were walking again. A couple of coffees and some dessert bought, we sat down at the little bar-like table stretching along the window. Here, we were side-by-side. We sat half-facing each other, our bodies forming a kind of shield against the outside world. Enough of a shield, anyway, that my hand could fall comfortably and naturally in Lora's lap, and stroke her upper thighs, on top, inside, being very careful occasionally to graze her lower stomach. I could tell by the look on her face that she knew just how excited I was getting. I knew my voice was getting husky. My movements weren't as fluid as they usually are. And that bulge in my trousers was all the more obvious. Not to everyone, but to Lora. We stood up to leave, and kissed very lightly as we did. We walked, slowly, the short distance back to my office. We'd usually take the stairs, but there seemed reason to take the elevator, slow as it is. Once inside, we were all over each other. Kissing, groping, holding. Out at the third floor, and over to my office. There were students milling around, as classes are now just getting out. Once safely inside, Lora turned as if to kiss me again, but I stopped her and stepped back, keeping her where she was with my arms, and looked at her for a bit. I then approached her and started to unbutton her dress, letting it fall from her shoulders onto the floor. She had put on something special for me: A black teddy, which framed her body beautifully, especially her breasts. "I'd meant to strip you naked, but I don't know that I can do that now", I said, smiling, as she sat down in a chair by the window and I fell to my knees in front of her. My lips found her knees and kissed her lightly, licking and kissing my way, back and forth, down her legs to her feet, where I paid special, very special attention, licking her insteps, as I removed her shoes, and finding my way eventually to her toes. Then back up again, along the outsides of her calves, and across the knees, up her thighs. My head was then firmly between her legs, and I looked up at her and smiled. Lora knew how happy I was to be back there again. I pulled her body forward in the chair, so her ass was resting right on the edge, and threw her legs up over the sides. The insides of her thighs were soft, and warm, and felt good against the side of my face, which I rubbed gently along them, tickling her just a little with my beard. I rubbed my lips along them, across the crotch of her teddy, and over to the other leg. And back the other way with my tongue, my nose, and any other part that seemed worth using. I could smell her sex. It was beautiful. "Eat me, Professor Hawley," she said, and shuddered. She always shuddered when she called me that. My trips back and forth became shorter and shorter, my focus clearly being her cunt. Finally, I pressed my whole face against her: Breathing deeply, inhaling her, before tasting. My lips pulled on the fabric, bringing her skin with them, biting lightly through it at her labia, and then unsnapping her, exposing her pussy to my eyes and mouth. I sat for a moment just gazing at her, telling her how beautiful she was to me. And then I leaned very slowly forward, to run my tongue along the length of her outer lips. I wanted to enter her very slowly, every little part receiving its due. From my lips, my tongue, my nose. And again I just kind of rubbed my whole face against her. There were noises out in the hall. And suddenly, a knock on the door, that I almost didn't hear. But she noticed it, and jumped with arousal. Knowing what she was thinking, I said, "That's another one of my naughty students, trying to get me to excuse her lateness." And as soon as my tongue fell again on her swollen clit, she thrust her hips up at me, pulled my face hard against her now streaming cunt and just exploded. I was so aroused that I knew it wasn't going to take much for me at all. I'd been lightly masturbating for some time, having unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock while I was eating Lora's pussy. I knelt up in front of her and looked into her eyes, which locked on mine but then fell down toward my cock in my hand, now hovering almost directly over her cunt. My own eyes were still fixed on hers: the way she was looking at my cock was extremely arousing to me. And so I knelt there, stroking myself, as she urged me on with her look and her voice, telling me how exciting it was for her, how much she likes watching me play with my dick. How she wants me to cover her stomach with my come. She sees my pace increase, my body tense up, my eyes close, and suddenly it happens. I let out one final moan and gasp, streams of come sliding from my cock and landing everywhere from her breasts to her stomach, one after the next, a hugely long, powerful orgasm. Lora reached down and scooped up a bit of my come, offering it to me to taste. Sharing it with me, as we kissed, my come and hers mingling in our mouths. "You'd better get to class, Professor." Oh, Professor! Timothy Bromhead finally unjammed the lock of his office door, pulled out the key and staggered inside. He closed the door and slumped against it, eyes closed. "Thank God, another day over with." He muttered. He made his way across his small office to his desk, and flopped down in his rickety chair. It squeaked in protest as it took his weight. He pulled out his keys and opened his desk drawer. The whiskey bottle was almost empty but he sighed in relief as he poured an inch into his coffee mug and swallowed. St. Cuthbert's School for Girls had a strict no alcohol policy and if that old battleaxe Sister Matilda, the school principal could see him he's be out on his ear. No biggie. He pondered how his career at the prestigious school had gone from promising to terminal in the space of a few months. Since his wife Lisa left him his heart had gone out of his work, and his work had suffered. He was now barely tolerated by the school administration. The old battleaxe was a formidable and no nonsense woman, but she had a kind soul, and had been able to find sympathy for the bruised and broken man that Lisa Bromhead had left in her wake. He surveyed his small office solemnly. It was a typical college professor's office. Almost stereotypical. Piles of books and papers covered every available surface. The place hadn't been dusted in ages and had a faint musty odour from the old books, the leather of the old chair and ancient desk blotter, and the general staleness of the attitudes that prevailed in such places as St. Cuthbert's. Timothy's eyes came to rest on his appointment calendar. He groaned. He had an appointment that afternoon. And worse, it was the last person in the world he wanted to see. He had been avoiding the new girl since she'd arrived. The school was full of attractive, nubile young women dressed in the traditional Catholic girl's school uniform that seemed to be designed to drive men wild, but he had never looked at any of them in an inappropriate manner. He was the perfect gentleman and scholar. He saw the young women, with their beautiful expressive eyes, fragrant and intoxicating hair, supple bodies and tumultuous hormones as merely his students. Young people who he was charged with educating. And that was it. That is, until Emma Hamilton. She had arrived a week ago and was in two of his classes. She stirred something in him that he thought had been lost forever when his wife left. Throughout the lessons his gaze was continually drawn to her. He found himself stumbling over his words as he addressed the class because he couldn't drag his thoughts away from her. He was a decent man, and he wouldn't allow himself to entertain the ideas that popped into his head whenever he looked at her. He was also a man who had been hurt, and much of his ability to trust, and feel warmth or affection to a woman had been lost. On two occasions the young Ms. Hamilton had approached him after class. He had stood defensively before her, trying to look her in the eyes and not let his gaze travel down to her chest. She'd prattled on, for what seemed an eternity about how much she enjoyed the class, and so forth and blah blah. He barely heard a word she said. It's not that he didn't appreciate the sentiment, it was just that when she was near him he felt like he was standing in front of a furnace and someone had left the door open. He felt heat travel to his groin and his cock, ever the betrayer would stir uncomfortably against his trousers and his heart beat furiously until finally, she finished whatever it was she was saying, smiled and turned away. He summoned all his will power to not look at her bottom as it wiggled away, but failed. Then there had been the time she accosted him after school in the hallway. It was deserted as he made his way along it but she'd popped out of nowhere and he was unable to avoid her. She'd smiled at him and told him how fascinating she'd found his lecture that afternoon. There was something in the way she'd looked at him. Her eyes burning into his, and periodically travelling up and down his body. Eyeing him unabashed. Then he had nervously cracked some lame joke and she had giggled and touched his arm. She couldn't possibly be flirting with me, could she? He thought. Then she touched his arm again. Oh God, she is flirting with me! The thought screamed in his head. Practically on the verge of panic he was actually planning to turn and literally run away from the girl, but thankfully she said her goodbyes and sauntered away. Again his eyes would not be torn away from her ample bottom and he silently cursed his weakness. So he avoided her as best he could. He had been quite successful until she'd made an appointment to see him. He'd planned to weasel out of it by not going back to his office after classes, or get his friend Clifford to take his appointments for the afternoon. But he had forgotten. The thought occurred that he might be able to slip away still, but at that precise moment there was a knock at the door. "Damn." He hissed. He quickly grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table and threw it back in the drawer. Just as he slammed it shut, his door opened and Emma Hamilton poked her head in and said, "Hello professor, may I come in." "Yes, come in Ms. Hamilton." He croaked. She smiled, stepped into the room and made her way to the chair opposite his desk. He couldn't help notice that she'd closed the office door and he sighed in dismay. He did not feel comfortable being alone with her. His eyes surveyed her as she approached him. From her dark curly hair, to her sparkling blue eyes, her ample breasts that jiggled slightly as she walked, her robust hips, her stout and shapely legs. It took him a minute to realise she was standing there, looking at him expectantly. Then he saw the piles of books on the only other chair in the office and suddenly understood. "Oh let me get those." He blurted, embarrassed that she'd caught him ogling her, and launched himself to his feet. He walked around the desk and scooped up the books so she could sit down. As he towered over her he was painfully aware of how close she was to him. There was that now familiar heat that seemed to engulf him. He looked down at her sheepishly and smiled. She returned the smile, beaming up at him. Completely of their own volition his eyes darted down to the top of her shirt and her cleavage. He couldn't' help notice that her two top buttons were undone and that she wasn't wearing a bra. He turned away, flushing with embarrassment. He dropped the pile of books on floor and perched himself on the corner of his desk. He snatched a glance at her as she sat down and noticed her pleated, tartan skirt seemed to be shorter than the other girls. She had apparently raised the hemline. A good ways at that. Her legs were exposed high up the thigh as she sat and crossed her legs. He suddenly felt quite foolish in his own deathly unfashionable clothes. His threadbare blazer with it's leather patches on the elbows not only looked as if it had belonged to his grandfather, it actually had. His green corduroys looked politely 1940s. His whole appearance was the epitome of the bumbling English professor. His wispy, sandy coloured hair and thick rimmed glasses only added to the impression of a stuffy and repressed academic. "Well Ms. Hamilton, what can I do for you?" He managed. She looked at him for a moment and then, quite unexpectedly said "What is it about those old blazers that's so sexy?" Oh God, this can't be happening. She was flirting with him again. She fixed him with a gaze that could have melted stone and for several long seconds he found he was unable to look away. Then he again allowed his eyes to ravish her. Her cute face, and full lips. Her body, plump, voluptuous he supposed was the appropriate word. And her breasts. Oh god her breasts. He could see them straining proudly against the white cotton of her shirt. Her nipples were clearly visible. Timothy knew what was happening, and what probably would happen if he didn't find some way to put a stop to it. "Miss Hamilton." He breathed, his voice thick with urgency, or was it lust? "We really shouldn't be doing this." "Doing what Professor?" She replied and swooped gracefully to her feet, stepping toward him. "We're not doing anything, are we?" He wanted to move away from her but found his legs had lost all their strength. "Ms. Hamilton, P...Please..." "Yes Professor?" She cooed, and pressed herself against him. "Oh and call me Emma." This is it, it's happening! His mind screamed. You're not going to let this happen are you?! The feeling of the girl's warm, soft body pressing against him was almost too much for him, but with superhuman effort he managed to control himself. "I know why you're here at St. Cuthbert's, Emma. You were thrown out of your old school." "Yes Professor. Do you know why?" She breathed, her mouth inches from his ear. "Yes." He moaned. "Inappropriate contact. Sexual contact." "That's right. With boys, and girls." This last word was a whisper as she slipped her arms around his neck and began to grind her hips into him. "Some people just have this effect on me, Timothy. It's like I can't control myself. When I want them, I just have to have them. And I want you." He couldn't believe how bold and brazen she was. It was exciting beyond words. "Ohhh God, but you're a stu...student." He stammered. "Well I am eighteen." She replied. "And it's not like I haven't fucked before." Suddenly her hand was massaging his crotch. He felt like the top of his head was about to explode. "You like that, don't you Professor?" He put his head back and groaned. "I'm a bad girl, Professor. I'm a very... bad... girl." And then he was kissing her. He threw his arms around her, pulled her in tight and kissed her passionately. She responded, her mouth working urgently against his. Her tongue pushed it's way between his lips and slipped into his mouth. His own tongue found hers and they writhed together. His hands were all over her. Running up and down her back, grabbing her butt cheeks and squeezing, kneading, then just holding her by the hips and pulling her into him. Her own hands were locked behind his neck, pulling him down to her. She pressed her breasts forcefully into his chest and ground her hips into him. As the kissing became more and more passionate, urgent, almost desperate she began to hump her body against him. Her hips thrusting forward, pumping into him. He tore his mouth off hers and gasped as his cock was ground painfully, but blissfully into her. She moaned as his lips found her neck, then her earlobe, taking it into his mouth and biting. Then he slipped his tongue into her ear before kissing around and behind it, then working his way down her neck once more. She squealed in delight and he felt the tempo of her hips increase. He moaned and clasped both hands to her ass cheeks, then thrust himself forward. He bucked his hips madly into her and she went nearly berserk humping herself against him. They locked their lips together and simply hammered each other. Timothy could almost feel the heat coming from the girl's pussy and dreamed of plunging his raging cock into her. It had been so long since he'd had sex. Over the years his wife had been more and more cold toward him and he had felt less and less inclined to be a man in their bed. His natural urges had not abated though, they had simply been denied. Now they would be contained no longer. He yearned to throw this incredible, sexy young girl on his desk and make wild and unbridled love to her but his body began to betray him and he felt his orgasm building. He feared he would cum in his pants before he had time. "Oh no, oh God, no." He moaned. Emma took this as a sign of denial, not longing. That he was saying no to her. She pulled away from him, an expression of hurt in her smouldering eyes. "You don't want me? Oh God, Timothy don't tell me you don't want me!" She almost sobbed. "Oh God Emma, no. I want you more than I've wanted anything in my life. It's just I'm... I'm... " "Well I'll show you!" Cried Emma. "So you think you can resist me, do you?" With that she fell to her knees and tore down Timothy's fly. Before he could utter a word she'd released his cock from his conservative, navy blue boxers and slipped it into her mouth. "Oh my God!" He cried and came dangerously close to toppling off the desk. Emma took the entire length of his cock into her young mouth and began to slowly, and sensuously suck it. "Oh Jesus... Jesus Christ!" He moaned. She worked slowly up and down the shaft. Her mouth never losing the suction. Her cheeks were collapsed inwards, her lips formed a perfect seal on his cock. The effect was immediate. Timothy writhed in pleasure, working his hips around and around. He couldn't help but put a hand on the back of her head and urge her forward more forcefully. She seemed to like this. "Mmmmmmmmm." She moaned. He looked down at her, her gorgeous blue eyes locked on his. The sight of his cock, glistening from her spit, slipping in and out of her mouth, seemed to unleash something deep inside him and he said "Oh yes, suck it you little SLUT!" He cringed. It wasn't what he wanted to say at all. He wanted to tell her how much he adored her and how incredibly grateful he was for what she was doing. But the sweet words would not come, all that would come was "Yes suck me. You like that don't ya, you bad girl." He was terrified of how she would react to this but she seemed to respond, pumping her face back and forth more quickly. With more urgency. She even appeared to be smiling at him, smiling with her eyes at least. As she began to suck harder and more forcefully her hips began to slowly gyrate. She slipped her hand under her skirt and moaned as her fingers slipped inside her soaking panties. She began to buck her hips, fucking herself on her fingers and Timothy could hear the wet, sucking sounds as her fingers fucked in and out of her sopping hole. This was all too much for the chaste and wholesome Englishman. His body stiffened as his orgasm gripped him. He realised he was ejaculating into Emma's mouth. Mortified he tried to back away and remove himself from her mouth but she clung to the front of his trousers and pushed her face eagerly into him. She swallowed, noisily. He collapsed forward onto his knees and took her in his arms. Breathless. Head swimming. Heart thumping. "Oh God, Emma. That was heaven. Thank you." She held him, squeezing him tightly. Nestling his face against her breasts. "You're welcome, baby." She cooed. "You're very welcome." The next day Timothy Bromhead was a new man. He seemed to buzz with vitality. He tore into his lessons with more vigour than he had in years. Although he enjoyed the day he couldn't wait for it to be over so he could get to his office and meet Emma again. She had asked him if she could come by after classes and he had of course eagerly accepted. He did feel a slight pang of guilt. He didn't buy into the Catholic rhetoric of sins of the flesh, but Emma was a student, and he felt he was betraying some fundamental trust. A responsibility that all teachers had to their students. But how could anything that felt so wonderful, be bad? And Emma was an adult woman who had the right to choose who she had relations with and who she didn't. But try as he might he couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong, and it was most definitely forbidden. If anyone ever found out he'd be history. As he made his way to his office after classes these thoughts plagued his mind until he rounded the corner and his office door came into view. She was already waiting for him. To Timothy, she appeared as a vision, and all doubt left him. He didn't care if it was wrong or not. He couldn't have cared less if the principal herself had marched up to him then and there and fired him on the spot. Nothing was going to stop him taking that girl in his arms again. Well... if she wanted it, that is. A sudden fear gripped him. What if she didn't? What if she'd come to tell him she didn't want to see him again? But just then she turned and saw him and flashed him a smile that told him all he needed to know. He approached her awkwardly. As nervous as a teenager on his first date. "Ms. Hamilton." He said and smiled." "Professor Bromhead." She smiled back. "I err, need to talk to you about an essay that's due tomorrow, I was hoping you could help me with it. It's driving me absolutely crazy." "I'd be happy to." He said as he fumbled with his key, then practically bashed the door off it's hinges in his haste to get it open. The both rushed inside and the door had scarcely shut behind them when they fell upon each other like wild animals. He dropped his brief case to the floor and scooped her up in his arms. She thrust herself against him and pushed him back against the door. They kissed. Wildly. It was as if they had been apart for a year, not a day. Timothy felt he just couldn't get enough of her. He thrust his mouth against hers so their lips ground almost painfully together. Their tongues were wild and alive, swirling around in each other's mouths. His hands were frantically exploring her, groping her. She grunted and thrust herself against him, humping her hips into his own. She lifted one leg and he grabbed it under the knee, his other hand groped for her ass, slipped under her skirt and roughly grabbed her cheek. Then he hauled her into him with all his might. She moaned as his throbbing cock pressed against her. They began to hump wildly. Their lips parted and they simply looked into each other's eyes as they fucked frantically into each other. She began to grunt. Deep, throaty, lust filled, "Uh... uh... uh... uh!" He panted and moaned. "You're a very bad girl, M... Ms. Hamilton. A very... bad... g... girl." She grinned at him, then put her lips to his chin but instead of a kiss delivered a painful bite. "Oh God yes!" He cried. He reached his hand around and under her and his fingers found her panties soaked though with her juices. He slipped two fingers under the thin fabric and probed her pussy. She was so hot there. His fingers eagerly sought her opening and slipped smoothly inside. "Oh God, Timothy. Fuck me! Fuck me Professor!" "You like that, do you?" He said as he began to pump her. "Yes, yes!" She panted. "Fuck my pussy. Fuck my little hole." He obliged, and banged away at her. She bucked and writhed and thrust her hips onto his hand, desperate to get his fingers deeper into her. He fingered her as best he could but his awkward position prevented him from getting them in deep. She almost sobbed with frustration. He pulled his fingers out of her and quickly moved around behind her. He pushed her, face first up against the door, lifted her skirt and thrust his hand between her thighs. She moaned and shoved her backside out at him. He began to rub her through her soaking panties and her thighs clamped together on his hand. He thrust his knee between hers and managed to pry her thighs apart. Then pulled her panties to one side and dove his fingers in once more. She stiffened as two fingers slipped all the way into her. He began to fuck her with them, madly pounding them in and out. She moaned again from the pleasure of his fingers mercilessly reaming her. Then he pulled them half the way out and rubbed the front wall of her pussy right on her g-spot, and her orgasm came smashing down on her like a tidal wave. "Ohhhhh God!" She cried. Timothy was dimly aware that someone outside in the corridor may very well have heard that but he couldn't care less. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers but he continued to rub her. Her juices were flowing out of her, trickling down her legs. She slumped forward against the door and fought to remain on her feet. Her whole body shook and her legs turned to jelly. Oh, Professor! Finally he pulled his fingers out and brought them to her mouth. They were soaked with her pussy juice and she eagerly sucked them, licking hungrily. He smeared them around her mouth, them put them in his own mouth and sucked them clean. She slumped to her knees. Timothy was amazed and delighted that he'd made her cum. He couldn't believe how good his fingers tasted from being inside her. He reached down and grabbed her under her arms and tried to lift her to her feet. She was not a small girl and it wasn't easy to haul her up. "Stand up Emma." He commanded. "Come on, get up Baby." Reluctantly she obeyed and struggled to her feet. "Over to the desk, lie down." He half carried, half dragged her to his large wooded desk and she slumped face first over it, her ass sticking out at him. He leaned over on top of her, his face close to hers and stroked her hair. "Are you ok?" He said gently. "Yes." She murmured. "I've just never cum like that before. I feel like I've been hit by a train." He smiled inwardly, thrilled that he could pleasure her to such an extent, but he also felt a wicked desire to drive her on, to see just how much she could take. He also felt a sort of sadistic, playfulness. He'd felt the faintest hint of this on a few occasions with his wife, but he'd never dared explore the feeling. He'd simply buried it. Forced it down. Along with other feelings of frustration and almost frightening animal lust. He felt these feelings now, boiling away on the verges of his consciousness. He'd contained them for so long, and he didn't think he could contain them any longer. He also didn't think he wanted to. It was then Emma moaned again. She gently wriggled beneath him and let out a long, deep sigh. "Oh you're still horny are you?" He grinned. "Mmmmm." She nodded. "What do you want me to do, Ms. Hamilton?" "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me, and use me. Use me like your whore." He almost came in his pants at this, but his voice betrayed no hint of the passion that soared in him as he stood up and said "Ms. Hamilton. You are positively the horniest little bitch I've ever come across." And with that he ground his hips slowly into her and she arched her back as his rock hard cock rubbed into her ass. "Ohhhhhhh, Professor." "You're just a dirty, naughty, wicked young lady." His voice was even, authoritative. She just smiled at him, mewling and working her ass against his prick. "I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished." "Oh no Professor, I'm a good girl. Don't punish me please." Her voice was deep, breathless. "Well, if you can show me that you're a good girl, then I won't have to spank you. But if you can't, then I'm going to thrash you. To within an inch of your life." "What do you want me to do, Professor?" He reached under her skirt and between her legs, and again his fingers found her pussy, then felt gently for her clit. He put his fingertips on either side of it and gently began to rub, around and around. "Well... " He said, almost matter-of-factly. "I'm going to eat this horny little pussy of yours..." "Ohhhh God." She sighed. "... and if you don't cum, then I know you're a good girl. But if you DO cum... " He growled. "... then I know you're a BAAAAAD girl." "Oh God... Oh God... " She panted. "And I'm going to thrash... the holy living... shit out of you." With his fingers continuing their delicate dance around her clit, Timothy sank to his knees behind her. He was on fire with this sexy game they were playing. He didn't know where all this was coming from but it was driving him crazy. And Emma seemed to be enjoying it as well, he grinned. He lifted her skirt up over her hips and pulled down her white cotton panties. The sight of her gorgeous, big round ass, sticking proudly up at him almost blew his mind. He stopped rubbing her clit to pull her panties all the way off and gently spread her legs. Her thighs trembled at his touch and he rubbed his hands up and down them. Her pussy looked beautiful, and she was so wet! Her fleshy, pink lips glistened with her juices and even her inner thighs were wet. He gently pressed his face into her and probed with his tongue. The tip circled around her opening a few times then gently slipped inside. She moaned loudly, and pushed her ass back slightly into his face. He moaned too at the feeling of her hot, velvet pussy and how it responded to the presence of his tongue. He felt it quiver and contract slightly as he thrust deeper, and deeper into her. When it was as deep as he could get it, so his tongue and jaw actually ached with the effort and his mouth was pressed firmly against her, he began to slowly fuck it in and out. She squealed and began to gyrate her hips. He could actually feel her getting hotter. His tongue slipped in and out, the tip probing the very depths of her. Each time he drew it out, it swirled around, tasting her. Slipping and sliding and slithering around in her, drawing out her juices for him to swallow before gliding back inside. While his lips and tongue worked, he felt for her clit again. It was swollen and hot. He touched it gently with the tip of one finger and Emma shuddered, and moaned again. He suspected she was nearing climax again and remembered their little game. He hoped she would enjoy the spanking he wanted to give her. He knew she was enjoying the dirty talk and he had to admit it was driving him wild as well. He put those thoughts out of his head for now, however and concentrated on pleasuring her. He wanted her to cum and cum, and keep cuming for as long as she could possibly stand it. His tongue slithered out of her pussy and worked it's way to her clit. He had to sit right down on the floor to get in the right position but he found he could do it. His tongue found her clit and began to flick and tease it. At the same time he took two fingers and gently pushed them into her pussy. His other hand was free and it seemed a shame to not be using it so he just rubbed and massaged her ass as his fingers pumped and his tongue writhed. He let the tip of his tongue circle the base of her clit around and around, and gently pinch it with his lips. His fingers worked in deeper and deeper and she began to pant, and move her body in rhythm with his strokes. She gripped the edges of the desk and moaned and writhed as Timothy's tongue, now getting more and more fervent began to work on her clit directly. He flattened his tongue and pressed down on her clit and began to rub it. His fingers pumped into her faster, and more firmly, all the way as deep as they would go. He began to moan and pant with the effort and his eagerness. His fingers found her g-spot again and his lips sucked hard on her clit she melted and screamed as her orgasm hit. "Ohhhhh God, Timothy!!!!" He gasped and panted as he tried to carry on licking her but suddenly fluid was flooding out of her and he quickly put his mouth to her pussy and eagerly lapped at her, swallowing all he could. He grabbed her hips in both hands and had to hold on tightly as her body writhed and she bucked her hips, humping her ass up and down. It seemed to go on forever until she finally settled, and became quiet. He lapped at her juices for a second or two more before climbing to his feet. His thoughts now turned to his wicked games. "Oh dear!" He said, putting on his best disciplinarian voice. "Ohhhhh dear. Ms. Hamilton, it seems you are a bad girl after all. And now you must be punished." She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, her face red and sweaty, flushed from cuming. "I'm bad!" She panted. "I'm bad and you love it! You love it you bad bad boy!" He grinned back at her, then planted his feet firmly and steadied himself. He raised one hand high above his head and struck down at her pale, and quivering behind. She arched her back and gasped as the palm of his hand connected sharply with her soft flesh. At first she giggled with delight at his kinkiness, then as he slapped her again and again she felt overcome with pleasure and had to put her fist to her mouth to keep from crying out. He rained blows furiously down on her, first her right cheek, then her left. He grunted with the effort and completely and totally lost himself. He thrashed her with wild abandon as years of sexual frustration exploded out of him. He felt not aggression, or anger, just wild and unabridged lust and passion. "You're a bad girl!" He seethed from between clenched teeth. Whack! Whack! Whack! "You're a dirty, fucking little slut!" Whack! Whack! Whack! Emma went berserk, humping her hips up and down. Her hand dove underneath her and found her pussy. She furiously fingered herself as Timothy unloaded on her. He saw this and unable to contain himself tore open his fly and yanked out his cock. He beat himself manically with his left hand as his right continued to pummel the thrashing girl. "God you're even getting turned on by this!" He yelled. "I don't fucking believe what a dirty little whore you are!" On and on this went, until her cheeks were bright red and his hand screamed at him, and she finally yelled out, "Oh please Timothy, fuck me! I can't stand it anymore, please, please fuck me!" "Turn over then!" He commanded. She quickly flipped on to her back and lifted her legs high and wide, offering herself to him. He put the tip of his cock to her pussy and she almost sobbed with anticipation, until finally, at long last, he drove himself into her. The sensation was almost more than he could bear. So warm, and wet and her pussy seemed to take hold of him and grip him. He groaned and started banging himself into her, pounding her. He grabbed her thighs and humped himself frantically against her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, hauling him in tighter. They both bucked and writhed wildly. Emma thrashed about so much she sent books, ledgers, papers and coffee mugs flying off the desk and crashing to the floor. He fucked her savagely, letting himself go completely, holding nothing back. His hips slammed against her, physically forcing her back across the desk, and his balls slapped loudly against her ass with each thrust. She reached out and grabbed his tie and hauled him down on top of her, where her mouth clasped itself on his. He returned the kiss, mouth wide, his tongue instantly driving itself into her mouth. He kissed her lewdly, fiercely, slobbering spit. His hands went to her breasts and groped them through her shirt. He squeezed and rubbed them, and pinched her nipples. She moaned and pressed her own hands on his, urging him on. He tore her shirt open, sending buttons flying. She was wearing a bra, sexy and black. He pulled it down and her tits popped out. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked, then almost losing control began to bite. She screamed, but in pleasure. He sucked and nibbled first one nipple, then the other. All the while squeezing and mauling. As this frantic love making went on, Emma grabbed Timothy's head and pulled his face hard into he tits. She squealed as his mouth worked on her nipples. One of his hands began moving down her body to grab her ass. Then it reached between the cleft of her cheeks. Her pussy had become so wet as his cock fucked her that juices had run down the crack of her ass, so when he touched a finger to her asshole he found it wet and slippery. Without thinking what he was doing he drove his finger inside. At that Emma went completely berserk, bucking frantically and she began to howl. "Ohhhhhhh!!!!! Fuck me Timothyyyyyyyy!!!" Timothy felt Emma's pussy spasm hard on his cock and he finally did lose control and erupted inside her. They continued their heated humping and thrusting for a minute or so more before he finally collapsed on top of her, totally spent. Again she let his face nuzzle into her breast and cooed softly to him as she stroked his hair. Some minutes later they heard a quiet, "Ahem," from across the room. And then, "I'm very happy for you both but I will have to consider your resignation tended, Mr. Bromhead." Said Sister Matilda in a very shaky and breathless voice. Timothy didn't know how long the good sister had been standing there but he found he could only smile. He nestled his head into his lover's breast and smiled.