When you walked into my position, I was immediately pulled into that state of judgment all male experience around attractive girls. I could n't help oneself but notice the slightly darker patches on your white t-shirt, indicating your nipples and that you were n't wearing any type of bra. The school 's gym shorts were so tight on you that every curve was showing which made my gumshoe twitch in it 's simplicity. You were looking down, blonde hair's-breadth swinging in straw man of your flushed face.
I cleared my throat and asked, `` Miss Scott. Why are you in my office today ? ''
You went an even bass spectre of red, but did n't resolve. In all honesty it made me want you so badly.
'' well fille Scott ? ''
Quietly but audibly you said, `` jitney Tibber caught me touching myself in the change rooms, Sir. ''
My prick twitched at your words. Oh this was perfect ! I knew I should n't go there, but you were just so perfect tense, so hot and sexy and I had to have you.
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'' Touching yourself ? ''
You nodded in reception.
'' Well considering you do n't mind doing such a thing in public, bear witness me just what the Coach caught you doing, young lady Scott. ''
You looked up, jounce highlighting your passably little face, your perfective tense mouth forming an O.
'' But ... but..Sir..I ''
I rose, trying to hide out my difficult on. `` I do n't make all day Miss Scott. ''
I moved to the door, flicked the lock and pulled all the shutters down. With a hold up minute of arc thought I flickered on the air-con, supernumerary cold. I placed a gravid chair behind you, right in front of my desk. Then I paged my secretary, asking her to delete the ease of my appointments as I had a serious issue to deal with. I looked at you.
'' Well ? ``
Shyly you moved, slowly pulling down your tight gym underdrawers, your face bright red. I noticed that you were n't wearing any scanty. I tsked to keep up the look-alike that I was disappointed in you. You sat on the chairwoman, and looped your stage over the weapon system, giving me an amazing horizon of your shaved little pussy. I knew this was wrong, that I could fall behind my job for this, but my dick had taken over and was tugging at my zipper.
You moved your trivial paw down between your legs, dipping your digit inside your hole to find some twat juices. Slowly you started to rub your vain clit. I was shocked that you were actually doing this, but god did I love it. I unzipped my drawers allowing my boxer-free dick to nose out.i stroked it under the desk as I watched you. You bit your lip in delight, a slight moan escaping you. Oh my god I loved it. I decided I had better keep up my act, and tucked my dick away.
'' That 's enough Miss Dred Scott. I think you 're enjoying this a bit too much. Tell me, have you ever had sex ? '' Without a Christian Bible you stopped and nodded yes. `` And have you ever sucked a cock before ? '' To that you also nodded yes.
I smiled and waved you over. You got up and walked over, not pulling up your boxers but kicking them away.
'' Now bad fille deserve to be punished, do n't they Alison ? '' I asked you
You nodded, a hole-and-corner gleam in your eye, a lack.
I chuckled and pushed you to the floor under my desk. I unzipped pants, my cock jumping gratis. Your eyes widened at my length and again I chuckled.
'' Suck it '' I ordered you.
Without hesitancy you grabbed my rod and brought it to your mouth. You kissed the head lightly before shoving it inscrutable into your throat, your back talk wrapped around my lollipop tightly. I moaned and buried my helping hand in your hair, pushing my prick down further. You did n't gag, just happily sucked my cock as I fucked your throat. You were so good, felt so well that I could n't avail but blow my shipment deep in your throat. You happily swallowed.
I pulled my cock from your mouth.
'' Now Miss Scott, I did n't need to cum just yet, so now I must punish you. You see, I was gon na return the favor, lick that sugariness bitch of yours, but now I 'm not. ''
I pulled you to your substructure, enjoying the sad grammatical construction on your face. I pushed you backwards so you landed on your spine across the desk. I pulled up your leg so I had unspoilt accession to your wet pussy.
'' I 'm going to fuck you missy Sir Walter Scott. '' I told you, just before I plunged my entire duration cervix uteri bass into your pussy.
You screamed softly. But looked at me and whispered `` Oh please please have it away me ''
Your tight pussy muscles clenched around my dick as I thrust it harshly in an out of your cunt, you moaned and fondled with your suddenly exposed mamilla. My pants were still being held on by the release, so they were growing damp with your pussy succus. I could finger that you were growing close to climax, your moans and begging grew tight together and your breather 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 tease my cock, bouncing your scrumptious pap in my human face.
You climaxed, twat juice spilling over my dick and soaking my pants. Shortly after I blew my load inside you. You kissed me then, my softening cock still late in your wet pussy.
You got off of me, licked my hawkshaw uncontaminating and tucked it away. You got dressed and left smiling. I just sat there shocked at what I had done.
I spent the next two weeks worrying that you would dob on me, that I 'd suffer my job. That was until you turned up in my office again, locking the threshold 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 hawkshaw at your cunt opening. Just before I plunged in you whispered, `` Baby, I 'm pregnant ''. And of trend that made me want to fuck you more than .... Much much more.


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