Emily

Mr. Thompson looked over Emily’s essay, marking a few corrections in the margins. The clock ticked away in the quiet classroom, the faint hum of the afternoon sun drifting in through the half-open window. Emily, standing by his desk, waited for his feedback, completely relaxed as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

Emily stood by the desk, waiting for his feedback. She was nineteen, blonde, with a face that could’ve been on a magazine cover—innocent, sweet, her eyes wide and bright, full lips curved in a natural pout. She stood casually, one hip slightly cocked, her body filling out the school uniform in a way that was impossible to ignore. Her round breasts pressed against her blouse, but it was her ass that always drew attention. Her skirt hugged her hips, the thick, perfect curve of her ass shaping the fabric, and her legs, toned and smooth, disappeared into the black stockings she wore. Her face was innocent, sweet—blonde hair cascading down her back, lips soft, eyes bright but calm, almost unaware of the effect her body had on others.

“Emily,” Mr. Thompson said, setting the essay down and standing up. “Your writing’s improving. I can see you’ve put in more effort this time.”

Emily smiled, that innocent, almost effortless smile, as she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Thanks, Mr. Thompson. I’m trying.”

He stepped closer, his eyes trailing over her form. “But there’s still a bit more work to be done. Why don’t we go over it?”

He gestured to the desk in front of her, patting the edge. “Here, bend over, and we’ll walk through some of the finer points.”

Without hesitation, Emily bent forward over the desk, her skirt lifting slightly as she did, revealing more of the smooth, pale skin of her thighs. Mr. Thompson moved behind her, his breath catching for just a moment as he slid his hands under her skirt, pulling her white panties down in one smooth motion. They dropped to her knees, and now her ass—perfect, round, soft—was fully exposed to him.

He paused, taking in the sight of her flawless skin. Her ass was firm, the light from the window catching the gentle curve just right. He ran his hands over it, feeling the warmth, the subtle roughness of her skin. He pressed his palms into her cheeks, squeezing them gently, feeling the slight give of the flesh. His fingers traced the outline of her hips, down to the crease where her ass met her thighs, appreciating the perfect symmetry of her form.

But he wasn’t done. Leaning in closer, he let his face hover just above her skin, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicating—her natural warmth, mixed with the faintest hint of perfume, and something else, something primal. He let his cheek brush against her ass, feeling the texture of her skin against his face, the tiny, nearly invisible hairs catching the light as he pressed closer. The warmth of her body radiated against him, her skin soft but slightly rough, as was the nature of that part of her body.

He let his hands spread her cheeks apart slightly, exposing her most intimate areas. Her tight little asshole puckered slightly under the soft light, and below it, her pussy glistened faintly, wet from arousal despite her otherwise casual demeanor. He leaned in even closer, pressing his lips softly against her ass cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin against his mouth. He kissed her there, slow, deliberate, taking in the moment.

His breath brushed against her skin as he let his lips trail lower, closer to her pussy now, but still, he stayed deliberate, taking his time. He kissed the curve of her ass, just above her tight hole, his hands still gripping her firmly. For a moment, he considered pressing his tongue against her but thought better of it. There would be time for that later. Instead, he allowed himself one more soft kiss, this time right against the center of her pussy, feeling the slight stickiness of her arousal against his lips.

Emily remained still, her breath steady, completely unconcerned by his actions. “So, about my thesis,” she said, her voice calm, as if none of this mattered. “Do you think I need to cut down on the sources? Or is it better to keep them all in?”

Mr. Thompson finally straightened up, the taste of her still on his lips. He unbuckled his belt, freeing himself from his pants. His cock, already hard and throbbing, was now out, thick and eager. He pressed the tip against her wet entrance, guiding himself into her slowly.

“I think you can cut a few,” he replied, his voice steady despite the heat between them. “You’ve got a good foundation already.”

Emily hummed thoughtfully, her body shifting slightly as he pushed himself deeper inside her. Her pussy, already slick, welcomed him easily, and he groaned softly as he bottomed out, feeling her tightness squeeze around his cock. “Yeah, I thought so. I’ll cut back on a few weaker ones and focus more on my own argument.”

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him as he began to thrust. Slow at first, deliberate. Her ass bounced slightly with each movement, the soft slap of their bodies filling the room.

“Good,” he said, picking up the pace, fucking her harder now, feeling the way her body responded to him despite the casual conversation. “You’ve got the talent, Emily. Just need to tighten things up.”

Emily’s body rocked with his thrusts, her ass jiggling with every movement, but her face stayed as calm and focused as ever. “I’ll work on that tonight. Do you think the conclusion needs more focus?”

“Yeah,” he grunted, slamming into her harder now, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “Make it punchier. Tie everything together.”

She nodded, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she held onto the desk for balance. “Okay. I’ll rewrite that part tonight.”

He fucked her harder, his cock driving deep inside her, the sound of their bodies slapping together growing louder. Her pussy was soaking wet now, dripping down his shaft with each thrust, but her demeanor remained steady, unaffected by the intensity of the moment.

“Good girl,” he muttered under his breath, his climax building fast as he held onto her. His hands tightened on her hips, his breath ragged now as he fucked her harder, faster. A few more thrusts and he came, groaning as he filled her with his cum, spilling deep inside her.

They stayed like that for a moment, him buried deep inside her, catching his breath. Then, slowly, he pulled out, watching as his cum leaked from between her legs. He tucked himself back into his pants, adjusting his belt like nothing had happened.

Emily stood up, her skirt falling back into place, completely unbothered. She reached down, pulling her panties back up and smoothing her hair over her shoulders. “Thanks for the feedback, Mr. Thompson,” she said with that innocent smile again, reaching for her backpack.

“No problem, Emily,” he replied, walking back to his desk. “Let me know if you need any more help.”

She gave him a small wave and walked out, her ass swaying as she left the room, completely unfazed by what had just happened.

For Mr. Thompson, it was just another day at work.