When you walked into my office, I was immediately pulled into that nation of mind all males experience around attractive girls. I could n't help but notice the slightly darker dapple on your Andrew D. White tee shirt, indicating your nipples and that you were n't wearing any eccentric of bra. The school 's gym shorts were so compressed on you that every bend was showing which made my hawkshaw twitch in it 's restraints. You were looking down, blonde haircloth swinging in front man of your flushed brass.
I cleared my pharynx and asked, `` misfire Scott. Why are you in my office today ? ''
You went an even recondite shade of red, but did n't answer. 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 alteration elbow room, Sir. ''
My dick twitched at your intelligence. 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.
''
'' Touching yourself ? ''
You nodded in response.
'' Well considering you do n't beware doing such a matter in public, show me just what the passenger vehicle caught you doing, Miss Scott. ''
You looked up, shock highlighting your pretty petty face, your perfect lips forming an O.
'' But ... but..Sir..I ''
I rose, trying to cover my laborious on. `` I do n't have all day young lady Scott. ''
I moved to the door, flicked the lock and pulled all the shutters down. With a last mo thought I flickered on the air-con, extra cold. I placed a large chair behind you, right in front of my desk. Then I paged my secretaire, 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 tight gym boxershorts, your face bright 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 beat view of your shaved picayune 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 zipper.
You moved your little hand down between your leg, dipping your fingers inside your hole to find out some snatch juice. 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 pants allowing my boxer-free dick to dig out.i stroked it under the desk as I watched you. You bit your lip in joy, a slight moan escaping you. Oh my god I loved it. I decided I had better hold up my act, and tucked my dick away.
'' That 's decent girl Sir Walter Scott. I think you 're enjoying this a bit too practically. Tell me, have you ever had sex ? '' Without a Good Book 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 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 floor under my desk. I unzipped drawers, my cock jumping relieve. Your eyes widened at my length and again I chuckled.
'' Suck it '' I ordered you.
Without hesitancy 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 ice lolly tightly. I moaned and buried my bridge player in your hair's-breadth, pushing my peter down further. You did n't gag, just happily sucked my dick as I fucked your throat. You were so respectable, felt so good that I could n't help but bumble my encumbrance deep in your pharynx. You happily swallowed.
I pulled my dick from your mouth.
'' Now Miss George C. Scott, I did n't want to cum just yet, so now I must punish you. You see, I was gon na return the favour, lick that sweet snatch 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 peg so I had well access to your wet kitty-cat.
'' I 'm going to fuck you miss Sir Walter Scott. '' I told you, just before I plunged my full length cervix deep into your cunt.
You screamed softly. But looked at me and whispered `` Oh please please fuck me ''
Your stringent kitty-cat muscle clenched around my dick as I thrust it harshly in an out of your puss, you moaned and fondled with your suddenly exposed tits. My pants were still being held on by the button, so they were growing damp with your purulent succus. I could feel that you were growing close to climax, your moan and begging grew closer together and your breathing space 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 tantalise my cock, bouncing your delicious tits in my look.
You climaxed, twat juice spilling over my dick and soaking my pant. Shortly after I blew my onus inside you. You kissed me then, my softening cock still deep in your wet twat.
You got off of me, licked my dick make 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 weeks worrying that you would dob on me, that I 'd misplace my job. That was until you turned up in my 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 peter at your twat opening. Just before I plunged in you whispered, `` child, I 'm pregnant ''. And of course that made me want to fuck you more .... Much much more.


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