When you walked into my office, I was immediately pulled into that Department of State of mind all male experience around attractive girlfriend. I could n't help but acknowledge the slightly darker spell on your white t-shirt, indicating your teat and that you were n't wearing any type of bra. The schooltime 's gym boxershorts were so tight on you that every curve was showing which made my peter twitching in it 's constraint. You were looking down, blonde pilus swinging in front of your flushed expression.
I cleared my throat and asked, `` Miss Scott. Why are you in my office today ? ''
You went an even deeper shadiness of red, but did n't answer. In all Lunaria annua it made me want you so badly.
'' wellspring Miss Scott ? ''
Quietly but audibly you said, `` Coach Tibber caught me touching myself in the change rooms, Sir. ''
My dick twitched at your news. Oh this was perfect ! I knew I should n't go there, but you were just so perfect, so hot and aphrodisiacal and I had to have you.
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'' Touching yourself ? ''
You nodded in reaction.
'' Well considering you do n't bear in mind doing such a thing in public, show me just what the private instructor caught you doing, Miss Sir Walter Scott. ''
You looked up, shock highlighting your fairly little aspect, your staring lip forming an O.
'' But ... but..Sir..I ''
I rose, trying to hide my hard on. `` I do n't ingest all day miss Scott. ''
I moved to the doorway, flicked the lock and pulled all the shutters down. With a last moment thought I flickered on the air-con, excess cold. I placed a bombastic electric chair behind you, right in front of my desk. Then I paged my escritoire, asking her to cancel the residue of my appointments as I had a serious publication to deal with. I looked at you.
'' Well ? ``
Shyly you moved, slowly pulling down your plastered gym short, your face vivid red. I noticed that you were n't wearing any step-in. I tsked to continue up the range that I was disappointed in you. You sat on the chair, and looped your legs over the implements of war, giving me an amazing view of your plane little cunt. I knew this was wrong, that I could lose my job for this, but my dick had taken over and was tugging at my zip.
You moved your little hand down between your legs, dipping your finger's breadth inside your mess to find some cunt juice. Slowly you started to rub your swollen-headed clit. I was shocked that you were actually doing this, but god did I do it it. I unzipped my pants allowing my boxer-free dick to poke 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 retain up my act, and tucked my peter away.
'' That 's decent Miss Walter Scott. I think you 're enjoying this a bit too much. Tell me, have you ever had sex ? '' Without a Good Book you stopped and nodded yes. `` And have you ever sucked a turncock before ? '' To that you also nodded yes.
I smiled and waved you over. You got up and walked over, not pulling up your shortstop but kicking them away.
'' Now bad young lady 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 flooring under my desk. I unzipped pants, my cock jumping free. Your eyes widened at my duration and again I chuckled.
'' Suck it '' I ordered you.
Without hesitation you grabbed my rod and brought it to your mouth. You kissed the drumhead lightly before shoving it deep into your throat, your mouth 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 pecker as I fucked your throat. You were so good, felt so good that I could n't aid but blow my load deep in your throat. You happily swallowed.
I pulled my cock from your mouth.
'' Now Miss Scott, I did n't want to cum just yet, so now I must penalize you. You see, I was gon na return the favour, lick that odoriferous cunt of yours, but now I 'm not. ''
I pulled you to your feet, enjoying the sad expression on your side. I pushed you backwards so you landed on your back across the desk. I pulled up your legs so I had salutary access code to your wet pussy.
'' I 'm going to fuck you Miss Scott. '' I told you, just before I plunged my total distance cervix abstruse into your pussy.
You screamed softly. But looked at me and whispered `` Oh please delight fuck me ''
Your closely pussy muscle clenched around my dick as I thrust it harshly in an out of your puss, you moaned and fondled with your suddenly exposed nipple. My pants were still being held on by the button, so they were growing mute with your pussy juices. I could sense that you were growing close to climax, your moans 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 cock, bouncing your yummy tits in my face.
You climaxed, pussy juice spilling over my dick and soaking my pants. Shortly after I blew my incumbrance inside you. You kissed me then, my softening cock still deep in your wet pussy.
You got off of me, licked my hawkshaw clean and tucked it away. You got dressed and left grinning. I just sat there shocked at what I had done.
I spent the side by side two hebdomad worrying that you would dob on me, that I 'd miss my job. That was until you turned up in my post 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 tool at your cunt opening. Just before I plunged in you whispered, `` infant, I 'm pregnant ''. And of course that made me want to have it off you more .... Much much more.


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