Good lord, she wanted him, possibly as much as he wanted her. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky, but he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
She was beautiful with her clothes on. She was a freaking knockout in just her underwear. Once he saw her completely naked, he knew he’d have to live the rest of his life with a perpetual hard-on.
“Which part of the desk would you like me on, Professor?”
“Wherever you like.” He couldn’t think, much less make important decisions such as where she should sit to show off her body to him.
She walked over to the area where he kept his coffee supplies and the sway of her hips mesmerized him even more than when he stared at her backside in her skirts. Her ass cheeks were rounded, high and firm. Her lace panties turned out to be a thong with the garter draping over the outside curves.
He watched as she pulled off several paper towels and turned back, heading toward him again. Her tits swayed with each step, and his hands itched to reach out and plump them over and over again.
She stood on the far side of his desk and leaned over, giving him a full view of her cleavage as well as the areolas that fought to pop free of their prison. She wiped up the water and moved several of his files and folders into a stack she placed on the floor.
She then came around to his side of the desk and stood with her ass and back to him while bending over to finish cleaning up the water.
He couldn’t resist the temptation any longer.
Reaching out, he ran both hands over her ass cheeks, squeezing the firm flesh as she moved the blue books and last of the file folders onto the floor.
While she was bent over, he held her hips in place. “Stay there. Just like that.” Could he give her a command? He had to try. This was his chance. “H-Hold your ankles.”
She froze, her body bent in half, her legs stretched before him, her hands sliding down to grasp around her ankles. Damn, she was a goddess. His very own personal office goddess. And he was getting to play with her.
He ran his hands across her smooth skin and watched as goose bumps formed along the trail he made. His fingers reached her center and he brushed the material that tried to cover her sex. It was soaking wet, the lace no longer a barrier to her obvious arousal.
He brushed against her pussy lips again, the area swollen with wanting him. She shivered beneath his fondling and he repeated the gesture, grabbing a bit of her moisture on his fingers before moving higher and sliding his fingers beneath the thong strap.
He’d never experienced ass-play before—it’d always come across as so taboo—but Shellie inspired him and he wondered if she’d balk. Wanting to see her reaction, he pulled the narrow strip of material away from her ass crack and, with his other hand, coated the area around her rosette with her own moisture. She pushed against his hand while letting out a small moan, and damn, he’d never seen anything more erotic or arousing. One of his forbidden fantasies coming true right before his eyes.
Gathering up his courage, he pulled more strongly on the strap, watching it press against her clit and through her labia until she groaned long and low. He let up on the pressure and repeated the movement, causing her hips to move.
He let the material go and she let out a protest.
“Hold on. We’ll get there.”
Reaching up to the top of her panties, he slowly drew the material down until it caught at the hooks of the garters. The position opened her up to him and yet kept her stuck, unable to move her legs.
He scooped up more of her arousal and slicked it all around her back hole.
Since he was inexperienced in that area, he wondered if she knew any more than he did. “Have you ever had anyone take you back here?”
“Only myself.”
His imagination went up in flames. “Yourself?”
“I like putting butt plugs and dildos back there in the hopes that someone might want to try me out.”
“Oh I might like that. A lot.” His cock was standing at attention once again, as if she hadn’t swallowed him whole only a few minutes ago.
He took his time unhooking the garters from her stockings, the straps slipping away easily. Running his hands along one leg, he slowly lowered the silky material until he reached her hand, which was still around her ankle.
“Turn loose for a second and brace yourself on the desk while I finish removing this one.” Telling her what he wanted her to do was getting easier each time he did it.
She slipped her foot out of her shoe and lifted it up so he could roll the stocking the rest of the way off before he placed the shoe back on her foot. He wanted her in those heels something fierce. The lines they created along her calves and the backs of her legs made a mouth-watering sight.
He repeated the motion on her other leg, leaving both her legs bare up to where he’d left her thong wrapped around her upper thighs. Using the excuse of needing to remove it too, he ran his hands back up her legs, leaving more goose bumps in his wake.
He grabbed both the garter and the thong and lowered them back down her legs to her ankles. Lifting up her left foot, he removed the scraps of material and kissed and licked his way around her ankle. Shellie let out a soft moan, rewarding him with knowledge about what she liked.
When he got to the right ankle and foot, he removed the material completely and gave his attention to her ankle, this time licking and sucking on it. He made his way up her calf to the back of her knee, pressing his tongue to the sensitive area. She jerked and let out another moan.
“A bit ticklish there?”
“It feels so incredibly good.”
Her pussy lips beckoned to him, the moisture coating her core and inner thighs.
“You can sit on the desk now.”
She turned to him. “Any way in particular you want me to sit?”
Only one of his top three fantasies she starred in night after night. “Both legs wide open, knees bent and your feet on the desk as well.”
She positioned herself as he’d asked and he looked her over. She was completely naked except for her bra and shoes, her pussy on display for him to do whatever he wanted to it. Or have her do to it. Now there was an idea.
Take charge. He could do this. “Spread your pussy lips and play with yourself.”
“Can I make myself come?”
“What? No.” He wanted to do that.
She stuck out her lip in a pout but moved both hands to her pussy. He leaned in, caught her lip with his teeth and bit her. She shivered and moaned in response. He could get used to this.
The position of her arms pushed her tits together to make her already generous cleavage even more pronounced. He pushed the tops of her bra cups down below her breasts, forcing her tits to be propped up on display. Her puckered nipples reached toward him, begging him for attention.
Damn, she had the rosiest nipples he’d ever seen, the tips firm as he ran the back of his hands along them. He took one mound in each hand and alternated between squeezing her tits and letting them drop so they’d sway with gravity.
God, he loved watching them move.
He reached out again and grabbed both mounds, this time leaning forward and capturing one of the tips between his lips. He sucked and licked, over and over, before biting down and moving to the other one. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her breasts, and he hadn’t even gotten to her pussy yet.
The scent of her arousal beckoned to him and he reluctantly let her breasts drop and bounce one more time before lowering himself to his knees to stare at her pussy.
The lips were swollen with want, and her liquid heat coated his desk. He was never going to sit at his desk again without remembering what had happened today.
He moved his mouth into position and swiped his tongue across her center. Her taste exploded in his mouth, causing him to moan at the same time she did. He moved in closer and brought one hand up to play with her clit while he nuzzled her pussy with his lips and tongue.
Patting two fingers again
st her clit in a fast rhythm had her jerking her hips against his face. He pinched her clit once and she came all over his face, over and over, her orgasm not letting up in the slightest.
Quickly standing, he leaned down, locked his lips against hers and kissed her with everything he had. He put all the lust and want and need he’d experienced over the last several weeks into this kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, possessing it, sucking her tongue into his mouth. At the same time, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulled the straps down her arms and tossed this last bit of material to the floor.
She was completely naked before him except for her shoes, and he’d never seen anything sexier in his life. He’d been right, now that he’d seen her with no clothes on, he’d live the rest of his days with an erection, just for her.
He wanted her every way he could take her and maybe even in some ways he hadn’t imagined yet.
Grabbing a condom from his wallet, he sheathed himself and laid her back across the desk. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and held on to her hips. He pushed into her in one quick stroke, seating himself to the base of his cock.
“God, you fill me completely. I love that.”
“And I can feel every contraction of your walls around my dick.”
He pulled out and slammed back in, her pussy squeezing him each time he moved. Her tightness barely had him holding on to his control. Watching her tits bounce each time he slammed home was a sight he hoped he never forgot.
When she reached up and pinched her nipples, he came sharply, spilling into his condom as if he hadn’t already had one orgasm that evening.
He pulled out and Shellie said, “No, I want more.”
“No worries. My goal is for both of us to get more.”
He took off the condom and threw it in the trash can by his desk.
“I want you to suck me until I’m hard again.”
Shellie scrambled down off the desk and hit the floor. She wanted to taste him again—once had definitely not been enough.
She guided his softening penis to her mouth, taking the time to lick off some of the liquid that remained. She preferred getting to taste him without the residual condom smell and taste, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and she was definitely willing to beg.
Dragging her tongue down to his balls, she sucked one into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the sac, taking in the rough texture and marveling at the combination of something so soft and yet solid. She gently scraped her teeth along the outside before moving to the other testicle and doing the same.
When she finished her ministrations, his cock was no longer as soft as it had been, and she wrapped her mouth around his length, taking him entirely into her mouth, her lips touching the base of his cock. He expanded, threatened to force her to give up some of his length, but she concentrated on breathing through her nose and moved her jaw to accommodate his growing size.
Wrapping her tongue along the sensitive underside, she hollowed out her cheeks, sucked in as forcefully as she could and after a few seconds, let the pressure go while gently raking her teeth along his head. She breathed in and out through her nose and began all over again, sucking long and hard while tonguing the soft skin directly beneath the crown of his head.
“Dammit, woman, you know how to give head.” He grabbed her head, sinking his fingers into her hair, and gave a sharp tug on the strands. Holding her head still, he began fucking her mouth, his balls hitting her chin over and over.
Suddenly he stopped, holding himself deep, blocking her throat. Shellie loved the feeling. The scariness of having all breath cut off. She swallowed around his head, concentrating on the feel of what she was doing for him. He let out a groan and she knew it was all worth it.
“No.”
He pulled out and confusion hit her. What was wrong?
“I’m going to come again. I don’t see how it’s possible, but there it is. I didn’t get to feel your pussy on me nearly long enough earlier. I want to feel your walls squeeze me as you come, so hard you end up milking me completely dry.”
Oh. Her mouth made the shape of the word, but no sound came out.
“I have one more condom with me. We’re going to get some good use out of it.”
She hadn’t moved from her position yet, so he reached down and wrapped his arms around her body, under her arms, and lifted her to a standing position. He dipped his head and took possession of her mouth. Claimed it as his own. There was no other way to describe the passion he conveyed in that embrace.
He ended their kiss, scraping his teeth along her bottom lip before pulling away.
Her brain struggled to keep up with this man that she’d wanted since first laying eyes on him weeks earlier. Handing her the condom, he made quick work of getting the rest of his clothes off. By the time he’d finished, she had the condom out of the wrapper, ready to roll it down his length.
As soon as she finished, he spun her around so her back was to his front and she faced his desk. He put a hand in the middle of her back and pressed her forward until her chest hit the desktop. Her nipples immediately hardened to sharp points against the cold surface, the unforgiving wood mashing her breasts flat, giving her the mental impression of them being bound for him. She’d never played around with any kind of bondage before. Would David like to try something like that with her? She’d have to ask him later. That could be something else they’d both enjoy, or at least have fun trying.
“Reach your arms above your head and grab on to the other edge of the desk.”
The gravel in his voice made her shiver.
David gazed down at the beautiful woman he had laid out before him. The muscles in her arms and back showed just how much she worked out. The sexiness of all her curves—both muscular and feminine—turned him on in a way he’d never felt before.
He leaned over, letting his erection press between her ass cheeks, as he ran his hands along her shoulders and down either side of her spine. He scraped his nails along the same path back up and watched as the goose bumps spread.
She was so sensitive to his caresses.
He reached around to her chest and squeezed the fleshy mounds of her breasts pressed against the desk. Inching his fingers underneath her, he found her nipples in tight little points, waiting for him. He caught the tips between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched as forcefully as he could while twisting them.
She jerked beneath him, pressing her ass even more firmly against his cock, and moaning.
He removed his hands and she writhed against the desk, pressing her clit against the edge.
“None of that.” He slapped her right cheek—gently, but still a surprise to himself—and she raised her ass higher to him. She was a wet dream come true.
Watching as she once again tried to press her clit against the edge of the desk, he slapped her left cheek followed by another quick slap in a different spot on her right. She groaned and stopped her movement, but he figured there was no way she was going to be able to stay still for long.
He’d have to pursue the spanking thing with her some other time, when they had more privacy and a lot more hours to spend together. The fact that she didn’t seem averse to such activity meant another item on his sexual wish list might actually be fulfilled.
Grabbing her hips, he pulled them away from the desk enough so that she couldn’t press her clit against it anymore and added enough pressure that he hoped he’d see finger marks when he turned her loose. He used his foot to slide her still high-heeled feet out a little bit farther, keeping her at a disadvantage in her position.
“Please hurry. Please.”
“I’m going to give you everything.” He entered her core in one quick stroke, until his cock was fully sheathed. He pulled out and slammed in again, harder this time. Each time he pushed home, her upper body moved against the desk. Her moans were becoming continuous.
He released her hips, still pumping inside her at a steady pace, and ran his hands along her back. He couldn’
t touch her, caress her enough. The red hand marks on her ass were starting to fade and something primal inside him didn’t want that.
He reached back and brought his right hand down on her ass followed by his left. Over and over, as he continued pumping his hips, he spanked her fine ass until it started turning a nice shade of red.
Reaching around to the front of her, he pinched her clit and she screamed through her orgasm, the desk doing little to muffle her cries.
Unable to hold on any longer, he stroked inside one more time and then gave himself over to what had to be the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced in his life.
She’d done what he wanted her to do—she’d milked him dry.
He leaned over her, careful to keep his weight on his arms and off her.
“Thank you,” she whispered as he kissed her neck and the side of her jaw.
“No. Thank you.”
He stood up, bringing her upright with him as his dick slid from the warmth of her body. Turning her so she was facing him again, he stole another brief kiss. “It’s up to you what we do for the rest of the night and this weekend, if there is even a ‘we’. However, I do expect to see you in my office at five-thirty each day once official office hours are over, and we’ll have our own set of office hours.”
“Yes, Professor.”
This was going to be the best summer ever.
About Lainey-Jo Charles
Lainey-Jo has been an avid reader from a young age. Her active imagination has helped her dream up all sorts of scenarios and worlds for as long as she can remember. These days, she's happy doing what she loves—writing all stories down and sharing them with her readers. She enjoys writing in different genres—from paranormal to erotica—and her favorite part is ending her stories with a happily-ever-after or at least a happily-for-now representing hope for the future. Lainey-Jo loves sweets and desserts and can always be bribed with birthday cake. She lives in the South with her husband who loves reading her stories as much as she does writing them.
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