When you walked into my bureau, I was immediately pulled into that commonwealth of mind 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 hawkshaw twitching in it 's simplicity. You were looking down, blonde tomentum swinging in front of your flushed case.
I cleared my throat and asked, `` miss Winfield Scott. Why are you in my office today ? ''
You went an even mysterious nicety of red, but did n't respond. In all honesty it made me want you so badly.
'' well Miss Scott ? ''
Quietly but audibly you said, `` Coach Tibber caught me touching myself in the change rooms, Sir. ''
My tool twitched at your speech. Oh this was perfect ! I knew I should n't go there, but you were just so arrant, so hot and sexy and I had to get you.
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'' Touching yourself ? ''
You nodded in response.
'' Well considering you do n't take care doing such a thing in populace, prove me just what the coach caught you doing, Miss Scott. ''
You looked up, shock highlighting your pretty little human face, your thoroughgoing lips forming an O.
'' But ... but..Sir..I ''
I rose, trying to obliterate my difficult on. `` I do n't have all day Miss Walter Scott. ''
I moved to the door, flicked the lock and pulled all the shutters down. With a lastly minute thought I flickered on the air-con, spare cold. I placed a expectant chair behind you, right in presence of my desk. Then I paged my secretarial assistant, asking her to cancel the rest of my appointments as I had a serious issue to deal with. I looked at you.
'' Well ? ``
Shyly you moved, slowly pulling down your blind drunk gym shorts, your face brilliant red. I noticed that you were n't wearing any panties. I tsked to keep up the image that I was disappointed in you. You sat on the president, and looped your legs over the subdivision, giving me an amazing view of your shaven short cunt. I knew this was untimely, that I could turn a loss my job for this, but my dick had taken over and was tugging at my zip.
You moved your short hand down between your wooden leg, dipping your fingers inside your mess to bump some slit succus. Slowly you started to rub your conceited clit. I was shocked that you were actually doing this, but god did I roll in the hay it. I unzipped my knickers allowing my boxer-free dick to pound out.i stroked it under the desk as I watched you. You bit your lip in pleasure, a slight groan escaping you. Oh my god I loved it. I decided I had better preserve up my act, and tucked my dick away.
'' That 's enough Miss Scott. I think you 're enjoying this a bit too often. tell me, have you ever had sex ? '' Without a word 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 shorts but kicking them away.
'' Now bad girls deserve to be punished, do n't they Alison ? '' I asked you
You nodded, a occult gleam in your eye, a want.
I chuckled and pushed you to the floor under my desk. I unzipped trouser, my peter jumping complimentary. Your middle widened at my length and again I chuckled.
'' Suck it '' I ordered you.
Without hesitation you grabbed my rod and brought it to your backtalk. You kissed the head lightly before shoving it bass into your throat, your lip wrapped around my lollipop tightly. I moaned and buried my hand in your fuzz, pushing my turncock down further. You did n't gag, just happily sucked my cock as I fucked your pharynx. You were so good, felt so good that I could n't facilitate 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 need to cum just yet, so now I must penalise you. You see, I was gon na hark back the party favour, lick that dulcet snatch of yours, but now I 'm not. ''
I pulled you to your feet, enjoying the sad grammatical construction on your human face. I pushed you backwards so you landed on your back across the desk. I pulled up your ramification so I had good access to your wet pussy.
'' I 'm going to have it off you miss Winfield Scott. '' I told you, just before I plunged my entire length cervix uteri cryptic into your pussy.
You screamed softly. But looked at me and whispered `` Oh please please eff me ''
Your tight pussy muscle clenched around my putz as I thrust it harshly in an out of your bitch, you moaned and fondled with your suddenly exposed titmouse. My gasp were still being held on by the clitoris, so they were growing damp with your pussy juices. I could palpate that you were growing close to climax, your moan and begging grew closer together and your intimation 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 taunt my cock, bouncing your scrumptious tits in my face.
You climaxed, pussy juice spilling over my dick and soaking my pants. Shortly after I blew my consignment inside you. You kissed me then, my softening shaft still deep in your wet pussy.
You got off of me, licked my dick plumb and tucked it away. You got dressed and left grin. 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 fall behind 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 bitch first step. Just before I plunged in you whispered, `` Baby, I 'm meaning ''. And of line that made me want to do it you more .... Much much more.


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