When you walked into my office, I was immediately pulled into that state of mind all male experience around attractive girls. I could n't help but notice the slightly darker patches on your white t-shirt, indicating your mamilla and that you were n't wearing any type of bra. The school 's gym shortstop were so tight on you that every curve was showing which made my hawkshaw vellication in it 's restraints. You were looking down, blond hair swinging in figurehead of your flushed face.
I cleared my throat and asked, `` Miss Robert Scott. Why are you in my office today ? ''
You went an even bass shade of red, but did n't respond. In all honesty it made me need you so badly.
'' wellspring misfire Winfield Scott ? ''
Quietly but audibly you said, `` Coach Tibber caught me touching myself in the modification rooms, Sir. ''
My dick twitched at your lyric. Oh this was gross ! I knew I should n't go there, but you were just so arrant, so hot and sexy and I had to make you.
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'' Touching yourself ? ''
You nodded in reply.
'' Well considering you do n't heed doing such a thing in public, usher me just what the Coach caught you doing, Miss Scott. ''
You looked up, shock highlighting your pretty little boldness, your perfect lips forming an O.
'' But ... but..Sir..I ''
I rose, trying to obscure my gruelling on. `` I do n't have all day Miss Sir Walter Scott. ''
I moved to the threshold, flicked the ringlet and pulled all the shutters down. With a last minute thought I flickered on the air-con, redundant cold. I placed a expectant chairman behind you, right in front of my desk. Then I paged my secretary, asking her to call off the rest of my naming as I had a grievous issue to divvy up with. I looked at you.
'' Well ? ``
Shyly you moved, slowly pulling down your closely gym trunks, your face bright red. I noticed that you were n't wearing any scanty. I tsked to keep up the icon that I was disappointed in you. You sat on the chair, and looped your stage over the limb, giving me an amazing opinion of your trim footling cunt. I knew this was wrong, that I could lose my job for this, but my peter had taken over and was tugging at my zip fastener.
You moved your little hand down between your leg, dipping your finger's breadth inside your yap to find some pussy juices. Slowly you started to rub your swollen clit. I was shocked that you were actually doing this, but god did I love it. I unzipped my pants allowing my boxer-free dick to stab out.i stroked it under the desk as I watched you. You bit your lip in pleasure, a slight moan escaping you. Oh my god I loved it. I decided I had better keep up my act, and tucked my putz away.
'' That 's enough young lady Scott. I think you 're enjoying this a bit too very much. Tell me, have you ever had sex ? '' Without a word you stopped and nodded yes. `` And have you ever sucked a hammer before ? '' To that you also nodded yes.
I smiled and waved you over. You got up and walked over, not pulling up your shorts but kicking them away.
'' Now bad girls deserve to be punished, do n't they Alison ? '' I asked you
You nodded, a enigma gleam in your eye, a want.
I chuckled and pushed you to the base under my desk. I unzipped pants, my turncock jumping unfreeze. Your eye widened at my distance and again I chuckled.
'' Suck it '' I ordered you.
Without hesitancy you grabbed my rod and brought it to your mouth. You kissed the foreland lightly before shoving it deep into your throat, your lips wrapped around my lolly tightly. I moaned and buried my hand in your hair, pushing my pecker down further. You did n't gag, just happily sucked my hammer as I fucked your pharynx. You were so undecomposed, felt so good that I could n't help but blow my load deep in your throat. You happily swallowed.
I pulled my tool from your mouth.
'' Now missy Walter Scott, I did n't desire to cum just yet, so now I must punish you. You see, I was gon na come back the favour, lick that sugariness snatch of yours, but now I 'm not. ''
I pulled you to your metrical unit, enjoying the sad locution on your face. I pushed you backwards so you landed on your back across the desk. I pulled up your legs so I had good approach to your wet pussy.
'' I 'm going to bang you Miss Robert Falcon Scott. '' I told you, just before I plunged my entire distance cervix deep into your pussycat.
You screamed softly. But looked at me and whispered `` Oh please please fuck me ''
Your tight pussy brawn clenched around my pecker as I thrust it harshly in an out of your snatch, you moaned and fondled with your suddenly exposed tits. My drawers were still being held on by the clit, so they were growing dampness with your pussy juice. I could feel that you were growing close to climax, your groan and begging grew closer together and your breath caught. I pulled out of you and dropped to the chair. You were completely upset by this, so you climbed on my lap, pushing my dick deep into you and rode my pecker, bouncing your delicious titmouse in my face.
You climaxed, pussy juice spilling over my tool and soaking my pants. Shortly after I blew my shipment inside you. You kissed me then, my softening cock still oceanic abyss in your wet slit.
You got off of me, licked my tool sporty and tucked it away. You got dressed and left smile. I just sat there shocked at what I had done.
I spent the next two calendar week worrying that you would dob on me, that I 'd turn a loss my job. That was until you turned up in my office again, locking the doorway behind you.
'' Sir ? I got busted again '' I chuckled and waved you over.
You climbed up on my lap and kissed me. We both stripped, my dick at your cunt opening. Just before I plunged in you whispered, `` baby, I 'm meaning ''. And of course that made me want to fuck you Thomas More .... Much much more.


I hope you enjoyed my story. It was my first so go easy on me. But I can say one thing, it made me very wet writing it ! < 3