When you walked into my power, I was immediately pulled into that state of mind all males experience around attractive miss. I could n't help but notice the slightly darker patches on your Andrew Dickson White T-shirt, indicating your nipples and that you were n't wearing any character of bra. The shoal 's gym shorts were so mean on you that every curve was showing which made my hawkshaw twitch in it 's simpleness. You were looking down, blonde hair swinging in front man of your red-faced face.
I cleared my throat and asked, `` young woman Sir Walter Scott. Why are you in my office today ? ''
You went an even cryptic shadiness of red, but did n't suffice. In all honestness it made me want you so badly.
'' Well misfire Scott ? ''
Quietly but audibly you said, `` carriage Tibber caught me touching myself in the modification rooms, Sir. ''
My dick twitched at your Word of God. Oh this was perfect ! 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 reaction.
'' Well considering you do n't mind doing such a thing in populace, show me just what the coach-and-four caught you doing, young lady Dred Scott. ''
You looked up, impact highlighting your pretty little face, your perfect lips forming an O.
'' But ... but..Sir..I ''
I rose, trying to obscure my hard on. `` I do n't bear all day misfire 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, special low temperature. I placed a large chair behind you, right in front of my desk. Then I paged my secretary, asking her to invalidate the rest of my assignment as I had a serious issue to address with. I looked at you.
'' Well ? ``
Shyly you moved, slowly pulling down your tight gym shorts, your brass undimmed 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 chair, and looped your legs over the weapons system, giving me an amazing view of your shaved piddling cunt. I knew this was ill-timed, that I could mislay my job for this, but my dick had taken over and was tugging at my slide fastener.
You moved your footling helping hand down between your legs, dipping your fingerbreadth inside your hole to chance some pussy juices. Slowly you started to rub your swollen clit. I was shocked that you were actually doing this, but god did I get it on it. I unzipped my knickers 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 fragile 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 decent young lady 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 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 young woman deserve to be punished, do n't they Alison ? '' I asked you
You nodded, a hugger-mugger gleam in your eye, a lack.
I chuckled and pushed you to the trading floor under my desk. I unzipped pants, my turncock jumping dislodge. Your eyes widened at my length and again I chuckled.
'' Suck it '' I ordered you.
Without hesitation you grabbed my rod and brought it to your mouth. You kissed the head lightly before shoving it rich into your throat, your mouth wrapped around my lollipop tightly. I moaned and buried my hand in your hair, pushing my cock down further. You did n't gag, just happily sucked my turncock as I fucked your throat. You were so honorable, felt so good that I could n't aid but float my lode deep in your throat. You happily swallowed.
I pulled my prick from your mouth.
'' Now Miss Robert Falcon Scott, I did n't want to cum just yet, so now I must penalise you. You see, I was gon na deliver the favour, lick that sweet snatch of yours, but now I 'm not. ''
I pulled you to your foot, enjoying the sad expression on your expression. 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 sleep together you young woman Robert Falcon Scott. '' I told you, just before I plunged my entire length uterine cervix deep into your pussy.
You screamed softly. But looked at me and whispered `` Oh please please screw me ''
Your tight puss muscular tissue clenched around my pecker as I thrust it harshly in an out of your cunt, you moaned and fondled with your suddenly exposed tits. My drawers were still being held on by the button, so they were growing damp with your pussy juices. I could feel that you were growing close to climax, your groan and begging grew snug 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 rode my prick, bouncing your delicious tits in my face.
You climaxed, cunt juice spilling over my pecker and soaking my drawers. Shortly after I blew my consignment inside you. You kissed me then, my softening cock still deep in your wet puss.
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 future two calendar week worrying that you would dob on me, that I 'd fall back my job. That was until you turned up in my business office 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 slit opening. Just before I plunged in you whispered, `` infant, I 'm pregnant ''. And of course that made me want to have sex you more than .... Much much more.


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