When you walked into my spot, I was immediately pulled into that nation of psyche all males experience around attractive girls. I could n't help but remark the slightly darker patches on your white tee shirt, indicating your tit and that you were n't wearing any type of bra. The schoolhouse 's gym boxershorts were so taut on you that every curve ball was showing which made my dick twitch in it 's restraints. You were looking down, blonde hair swinging in nominal head of your redden face.
I cleared my throat and asked, `` Miss Sir Walter Scott. Why are you in my part today ? ''
You went an even cryptic shade of red, but did n't do. In all honesty it made me desire you so badly.
'' wellspring Miss Scott ? ''
Quietly but audibly you said, `` motorcoach Tibber caught me touching myself in the variety rooms, Sir. ''
My prick twitched at your words. Oh this was complete ! I knew I should n't go there, but you were just so perfect, so hot and sexy and I had to own you.
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'' Touching yourself ? ''
You nodded in reply.
'' Well considering you do n't mind doing such a thing in public, demonstrate me just what the Coach caught you doing, Miss Robert Scott. ''
You looked up, jar highlighting your pretty little aspect, your perfective tense lips forming an O.
'' But ... but..Sir..I ''
I rose, trying to hide my hard on. `` I do n't stimulate all day Miss Sir Walter Scott. ''
I moved to the threshold, flicked the lock and pulled all the shutters down. With a last minute thought I flickered on the air-con, extra cold. I placed a large death chair behind you, right in battlefront of my desk. Then I paged my secretary, asking her to strike down the rest of my appointments as I had a serious yield to cover with. I looked at you.
'' Well ? ``
Shyly you moved, slowly pulling down your pie-eyed gym shorts, your face vivid red. I noticed that you were n't wearing any panties. I tsked to keep on 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 lilliputian cunt. I knew this was wrong, that I could lose my job for this, but my prick had taken over and was tugging at my zipper.
You moved your little manus down between your legs, dipping your fingerbreadth inside your kettle of fish to happen some cunt juice. Slowly you started to rub your self-conceited clit. I was shocked that you were actually doing this, but god did I hump it. I unzipped my trouser allowing my boxer-free dick to horn in out.i stroked it under the desk as I watched you. You bit your lip in pleasure, a thin 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 George C. Scott. I think you 're enjoying this a bit too a lot. Tell me, have you ever had sex ? '' Without a Holy Scripture 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 secret gleam in your eye, a want.
I chuckled and pushed you to the story under my desk. I unzipped bloomers, my shaft jumping free. Your eyes widened at my duration and again I chuckled.
'' Suck it '' I ordered you.
Without hesitancy you grabbed my rod and brought it to your sassing. You kissed the head lightly before shoving it oceanic abyss into your pharynx, your rim wrapped around my all-day sucker tightly. I moaned and buried my hand in your hair, pushing my peter down further. You did n't gag, just happily sucked my putz as I fucked your throat. You were so good, felt so good that I could n't aid but boast my load deep in your throat. You happily swallowed.
I pulled my cock from your mouth.
'' Now missy Robert Scott, I did n't require to cum just yet, so now I must punish you. You see, I was gon na return the party favour, lick that fresh cunt of yours, but now I 'm not. ''
I pulled you to your foundation, enjoying the sad expression on your typeface. I pushed you backwards so you landed on your spinal column across the desk. I pulled up your branch so I had good access to your wet pussy.
'' I 'm going to fuck you young woman George C. Scott. '' I told you, just before I plunged my total length cervix deep into your pussy.
You screamed softly. But looked at me and whispered `` Oh please please have it off me ''
Your pissed twat muscleman clenched around my dick as I thrust it harshly in an out of your cunt, you moaned and fondled with your suddenly exposed boob. My bloomers were still being held on by the button, so they were growing muffle with your snatch juices. I could feel that you were growing close to culminate, your groan and begging grew closer together and your breathing place 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 rally my prick, bouncing your delightful tits in my face.
You climaxed, slit juice spilling over my pecker and soaking my pants. Shortly after I blew my lading inside you. You kissed me then, my softening dick still oceanic abyss in your wet pussy.
You got off of me, licked my dick clean and tucked it away. You got dressed and left smile. 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 authority again, locking the threshold 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 a go at it 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