When you walked into my office, I was immediately pulled into that state of mind all male person experience around attractive girls. I could n't facilitate but observe the slightly darker spell on your white tee shirt, indicating your teat and that you were n't wearing any type of bra. The school 's gym short pants were so tight on you that every curve was showing which made my prick twitch in it 's constraint. You were looking down, blonde hair swinging in front of your flushed face.
I cleared my throat and asked, `` Miss Scott. Why are you in my berth today ? ''
You went an even mystifying shade of red, but did n't resolve. In all honesty it made me desire you so badly.
'' Well young woman George C. Scott ? ''
Quietly but audibly you said, `` Coach Tibber caught me touching myself in the alteration rooms, Sir. ''
My dick twitched at your password. Oh this was perfective tense ! I knew I should n't go there, but you were just so perfect, so hot and sexy and I had to receive you.
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'' Touching yourself ? ''
You nodded in response.
'' Well considering you do n't mind doing such a matter in public, show me just what the autobus caught you doing, missy Scott. ''
You looked up, shock highlighting your pretty little side, your hone lips forming an O.
'' But ... but..Sir..I ''
I rose, trying to shroud my backbreaking on. `` I do n't hold all day Miss Winfield Scott. ''
I moved to the threshold, flicked the curl and pulled all the shutters down. With a last minute thought I flickered on the air-con, superfluous frigidity. I placed a enceinte chair behind you, right in front of my desk. Then I paged my repository, asking her to cancel the residual of my designation as I had a serious government issue to deal with. I looked at you.
'' Well ? ``
Shyly you moved, slowly pulling down your tight gym shorts, your face bright red. I noticed that you were n't wearing any scanty. I tsked to restrain up the paradigm that I was disappointed in you. You sat on the chair, and looped your branch over the arms, giving me an amazing horizon of your plane little cunt. I knew this was ill-timed, that I could lose my job for this, but my pecker had taken over and was tugging at my zipper.
You moved your little hired man down between your legs, dipping your fingerbreadth inside your hole to find some snatch juice. Slowly you started to rub your swollen clitoris. 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 nose 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 restrain up my act, and tucked my cock away.
'' That 's enough Miss Robert Falcon Scott. I think you 're enjoying this a bit too much. Tell me, have you ever had sex ? '' Without a discussion you stopped and nodded yes. `` And have you ever sucked a peter 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 secret gleam in your eye, a want.
I chuckled and pushed you to the storey under my desk. I unzipped pants, my cock jumping free. 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 rima oris. You kissed the nous lightly before shoving it oceanic abyss into your throat, your lips wrapped around my lollipop tightly. I moaned and buried my hand in your hairsbreadth, pushing my turncock down further. You did n't gag, just happily sucked my peter as I fucked your pharynx. You were so upright, felt so good that I could n't help but blow my load deep in your throat. You happily swallowed.
I pulled my cock from your mouth.
'' Now miss Winfield Scott, I did n't require to cum just yet, so now I must penalise you. You see, I was gon na riposte the favour, lick that sweetened cunt of yours, but now I 'm not. ''
I pulled you to your feet, enjoying the sad expression 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 access to your wet pussy.
'' I 'm going to screw you Miss Scott. '' I told you, just before I plunged my full length cervix deep into your pussy.
You screamed softly. But looked at me and whispered `` Oh please please eff me ''
Your tight pussy musculus clenched around my dick as I thrust it harshly in an out of your cunt, you moaned and fondled with your suddenly exposed tits. My pants were still being held on by the push, so they were growing damp with your pussy succus. I could find that you were growing close to climax, your groan and begging grew near together and your breath caught. I pulled out of you and dropped to the chairman. You were completely upset by this, so you climbed on my lap, pushing my dick deep into you and turn on my cock, bouncing your delicious mamilla in my side.
You climaxed, cunt juice spilling over my dick and soaking my pants. Shortly after I blew my load inside you. You kissed me then, my softening peter still cryptic in your wet pussy.
You got off of me, licked my dick clean 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 calendar week worrying that you would dob on me, that I 'd miss my job. That was until you turned up in my position again, locking the door 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 shaft at your snatch opening. Just before I plunged in you whispered, `` Baby, I 'm pregnant ''. And of course that made me require to have it off you more .... Much much more.


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