When you walked into my agency, I was immediately pulled into that state of nous all Male experience around attractive missy. I could n't help but mark the slightly darker while on your blanched t-shirt, indicating your nipples and that you were n't wearing any character of bra. The school day 's gym shorts were so tight on you that every curve was showing which made my gumshoe twitching in it 's simplicity. You were looking down, blonde hair swinging in front of your even out cheek.
I cleared my throat and asked, `` Miss Scott. Why are you in my place today ? ''
You went an even abstruse refinement of red, but did n't suffice. In all honestness it made me want you so badly.
'' wellspring missy Dred Scott ? ''
Quietly but audibly you said, `` passenger car Tibber caught me touching myself in the change rooms, Sir. ''
My hawkshaw twitched at your words. Oh this was perfect tense ! I knew I should n't go there, but you were just so perfect, so hot and sexy and I had to have you.
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'' Touching yourself ? ''
You nodded in answer.
'' Well considering you do n't mind doing such a matter in public, record me just what the Coach caught you doing, fille Robert Falcon Scott. ''
You looked up, shock highlighting your jolly little cheek, your perfect lips forming an O.
'' But ... but..Sir..I ''
I rose, trying to hide my intemperate on. `` I do n't have all day Miss Scott. ''
I moved to the door, flicked the lock and pulled all the shutters down. With a last minute thought I flickered on the air-con, extra coldness. I placed a large professorship behind you, right in nominal head of my desk. Then I paged my secretaire, asking her to cancel the balance of my appointee as I had a grievous matter to allot with. I looked at you.
'' Well ? ``
Shyly you moved, slowly pulling down your mingy gym drawers, your face shining red. I noticed that you were n't wearing any pantie. I tsked to keep up the image that I was disappointed in you. You sat on the hot seat, and looped your legs over the implements of war, giving me an astonishing view of your shaved piffling pussy. I knew this was wrong, that I could lose my job for this, but my dick had taken over and was tugging at my zipper.
You moved your little bridge player down between your legs, dipping your digit inside your mess to find oneself some cunt succus. 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 bloomers allowing my boxer-free dick to poke 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 Scott. I think you 're enjoying this a bit too much. Tell me, have you ever had sex ? '' Without a word you stopped and nodded yes. `` And have you ever sucked a prick 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 surreptitious gleam in your eye, a want.
I chuckled and pushed you to the level under my desk. I unzipped pants, my cock jumping liberate. Your middle widened at my length and again I chuckled.
'' Suck it '' I ordered you.
Without indisposition you grabbed my rod and brought it to your mouth. You kissed the head lightly before shoving it deep into your throat, your lips wrapped around my lolly tightly. I moaned and buried my manus in your hair, pushing my cock down further. You did n't gag, just happily sucked my cock as I fucked your throat. You were so serious, felt so dependable that I could n't help but blow my encumbrance deep in your throat. You happily swallowed.
I pulled my pecker from your mouth.
'' Now Miss Scott, I did n't want to cum just yet, so now I must punish you. You see, I was gon na revert the favour, lick that sweet-flavored snatch of yours, but now I 'm not. ''
I pulled you to your substructure, enjoying the sad reflection on your cheek. I pushed you backwards so you landed on your backrest across the desk. I pulled up your legs so I had thoroughly access to your wet kitty-cat.
'' I 'm going to fuck you young woman Scott. '' I told you, just before I plunged my entire length neck deep into your twat.
You screamed softly. But looked at me and whispered `` Oh please please fuck me ''
Your tight snatch muscles clenched around my dick as I thrust it harshly in an out of your cunt, you moaned and fondled with your suddenly exposed titty. My knickers were still being held on by the button, so they were growing damp with your kitty juice. I could feel that you were growing close to climax, your moans and begging grew stuffy together and your breathing time 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 tool deep into you and twit my hammer, bouncing your luscious nipple in my grimace.
You climaxed, cunt juice spilling over my dick and soaking my pants. Shortly after I blew my lode inside you. You kissed me then, my softening cock still deep in your wet kitty-cat.
You got off of me, licked my dick clear 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 lose my job. That was until you turned up in my part 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 cock at your cunt opening. Just before I plunged in you whispered, `` child, I 'm pregnant ''. And of course that made me want to know you Sir Thomas More .... Much much more.


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