A Naked Sex Crazed Kelly

You didn’t know what to expect when you return to the office. What you find is stranger than you imagined.

Kelly is still in her chair, but she’s taken off her blazer, she’s unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra to reveal her wonderful smooth, plentiful breasts. One hand is playing with her nipples. Her other hand has pushed aside her knickers and is pistoning in and out of her bald snatch.

She’s so lost in her moans and her pleasure she doesn’t notice you enter. The whole room smells of sex. Her skin glistens with her effort. Her eyes are closed. For a moment you stand there stunned by this naked, 18-year-old beauty masturbating in your office. Then you carefully shut the door and lock it.

She’s so lost she doesn’t notice your approach.

“Kelly Golden, what are you doing?”

Her green eyes snap open and catch you. They are lost in lust. Shock cannot chase that lust away. Her eyes devour you, roaming you, until they descend to your groin. You acted fast enough to quell the trouser snake when Kelly had pulled out porn, but the monster there has not diminished. The sights, sounds and smells of Kelly’s desire has awoken it fully. It’s pressing against your underpants. Its shape is well defined against your trousers. And Kelly can see it there.

“Mr Smith, Mr [Surname},” she breathes. Her left hand leaves her breast to cup your hard-on instead. Her right hand leaves her snatch to run its dripping fingers along your length. “Oh my. Oh my. That can’t be.”

Her hands are soft and tender as they run along its length. They fumble with desperation as they work at the buckle of your trousers. You know you should stop her. You know this can’t happen, again, but you’re frozen with her beauty, with her desire, with your desire. The trousers are open. She’s pulling down your underpants. Your dick springs free. Released from the confines it is free to grow even bigger, to its full turgid length.

Her breath stutters in awe. Her small hands reach up and caress it. It bounces at each touch. Her hands can’t reach round it, but she wraps her fingers around it and reverentially runs her palm along its length.

“You ever seen anything like this, Miss Golden?”

“Only in porn. Only in porn.”

Her touch is soft. She leans in and her warm breath tickles its head. Then she leans further and kisses it. Your dick twitches with the pleasure, and she laughs. Then she kisses it again, and again. And her tongue slips from her lips to lick it.

“Not just wonderful, tasty.” Then her tongue is out running along the length of your shaft. A lick transforming into a kiss. Each lick slathering spittle along it. Her kisses start off tender but encompass more flesh as she continues. When she slips the whole head into her mouth it’s bliss. She slowly slides it deeper into her hot, wet mouth, until your cockhead reaches her throat. That’s her limit. She pulls out, dribble gushing from her mouth and splashing onto her naked breasts.

Breasts you have to feel. They are handful and they are soft, and squidgy with the just the right amount of resistance. Her nipples are rock hard. With each squeeze your resistance diminishes. With each lick of her tongue on your shaft your resistance fades. With each glance down to her enraptured face your resistance vanishes. It’s like Ellie all over again. And like Ellie, you can’t resist.

You step back and there’s disappointment in her eyes. Gone as soon as you place your fingers under her chin and guide her up. Vanished when you guide her to lean over your desk, her ass upwards, her face looking down. You lift her skirt to show her white knickers still pulled to one side, her gleaming wet pussy pink with her arousal. You take those white knickers and pull them down her legs, revealing her naked bubblebutt. You can’t help but smack the pale flesh, and she squeals with surprise.

“You think you can masturbate in my office?” you tell her. “You think you can get away with just a blowjob? You’re not a virgin are you, Kelly?” “No.” “You know what’s happening next.” “Yes.” “You ever had anything this big inside you before,” and you bounce your cock off her ass cheeks. “No.” “Well, you will now.”

You run your cock through her dripping wet folds. Once. Twice. She whimpers her desire. No more teasing. You line it with her pussy and push your way in. She’s not as tight as Ellie, but she’s just as hot and just as wet and it’s just as wonderful. Kelly’s cry fills the small room with her pleasure and her pain.

“Big, big, too big.”

You’re not giving her any respite. All the pounding you should have given to Ellie, all your frustration at Kelly’s behaviour, all the restraint you’ve been **** to endure, is being taken out on Kelly’s pussy. Long, deep thrusts. Deeper than Kelly’s ever felt before. Harder than Kelly’s ever felt before. Your thighs slap against her ass. Your balls swing to smack her clit. You’re pressing her against your desk, hammering her into the wood, driving her deeper and deeper into her lust. Her orgasm strikes and she screams and convulses and squirts. This is the way you should discipline Kelly.

Your balls begin to boil. You can’t shoot your load inside her. Who knows whether she’s protected? It’s too late to ask now. You can’t leave cum peppering her pussy. You pull out, although you don’t want to. She moans in disappointment. You pull her from the desk, spin her round, guide her to her knees before you.

“Open,” and she opens her mouth and your dick slides in. You thrust it into the back of her throat. You grab her face, and face fuck her. Her spittle bubbles round your tool, its head banging at the back of her throat, until it opens and the cock slides in, deeper, further. Completely encased, you release. You pump your seed straight down her throat. She tries to swallow it all, but it bubbles up anyway. You start to withdraw, and a final load blasts into her mouth.

You pull out. Exhausted. Relieved. Her face is as flushed as her ass and her pussy, red raw and eager. Her mouth hangs open and you see your cum resting there.

“Swallow,” you tell her. She looks up, confused. “Swallow.” And she swallows the final load.