Frustrating your secretary

Your fingers keep working her tit, squeezing and rolling the hard nipple through the fabric as she tries to type. Her breath hitches, her fingers stumbling over the keys. You watch her struggle, a smirk curling on your lips.

"Having trouble concentrating, Amber?"

She swallows, her eyes fixed on the screen. "No, sir. Just... just finishing the report."

You slide your other hand up her throat, fingers curling around her soft skin, and squeeze gently. Not enough to choke, just enough to remind her who owns her. You lift her slightly, her feet leaving the floor, and she lets out a low, breathy moan. The dildo shifts inside her, and you feel the base press against your wrist as it slips free, falling to the floor with a wet thud.

"Fuck," she whispers, her legs trembling.

You release her throat, and she drops back into her chair, gasping. Your hand slides down, under her pencil skirt, finding her cunt lips wet and spread. She's soaked, her pussy swollen and hungry. You part her lips with two fingers, teasing her clit, feeling the slick heat.

"I forgot how much I enjoyed playing with you," you murmur, your thumb circling her clit. "You were a greedy little slut back then, and you're still a greedy little slut now."

She bites her lip, her hips twitching against your hand. "I can... I can call in one of the younger students, sir. A fresh one. She'll suck your cock better than I can."

You laugh, pressing harder on her clit. "I don't want a student right now, Amber. I want you."

You pull your hand away, stepping back. She looks up at you, confused, her mouth open. You sit down in the chair across from her desk, spreading your legs, patting your thigh.

"Come here. Stand in front of me."

She obeys, rising from her chair, walking around the desk until she stands between your legs. You look up at her, your eyes fixed on her cunt, still wet and exposed under her skirt. You reach out, spreading her lips with your fingers, inspecting the pink flesh, the swollen clit, the way her hole clenches at your touch.

"Maybe I should have you dress up in your old uniform tonight," you say, your voice low. "Show Kirsty how you used to service cock. Remind her what a proper slut looks like."

Amber's cheeks flush, but she nods. "Yes, sir."

You stand up, your cock straining against your trousers. You unbuckle your belt, unzip your fly, and pull out your hard length, thick and rigid in the dim office light. You present it to her, the tip glistening with precum.

"Get on your knees."

She drops to her knees immediately, her hands resting on her thighs, her eyes fixed on your cock. You smile down at her.

"You know what I want, don't you? I don't even need to tell you."

She doesn't answer. She just leans forward, her tongue darting out, tracing the swollen head of your cock. She plants soft kisses around the crown, her tongue lapping at the precum, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin. She remembers your favorite preferences—the way you like her to tease, to build anticipation, to make you work for it.

"Fuck, Amber," you groan, your hand gripping her hair. "You've still got it."

She wraps her lips around the tip, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the bellend. She pulls back, kissing the shaft, licking from base to tip, her eyes never leaving yours.

The office door swings open, and a young student steps in, her schoolgirl uniform tight, her skirt barely covering her ass. She freezes, seeing you standing there, Amber on her knees, your cock in her mouth.

"Sir, I... I was sent by my teacher. I need a replacement butt plug. The one I have is too small."

You don't look at her. You keep your eyes on Amber, watching her mouth work your shaft. "I'm busy right now. Sit down, and fill your cunt while I finish."

The student hesitates, then moves to the chair by the door, her hands trembling as she lifts her skirt and slides her fingers into her wet pussy.

You turn your attention back to Amber, a cruel smile on your lips. "Down."

She takes your entire cock into her mouth, her nose pressing against your pelvis, her throat working around your shaft. You hold her there for a moment, feeling her gag, her eyes watering.

"Up."

She pulls back, her lips sliding up to the tip, where she licks and kisses the crown, her tongue flicking against the sensitive ridge.

"Down."

She sinks again, her throat swallowing you whole.

"Up."

You watch her, your hand tightening in her hair. The student's fingers are pumping faster, her breath quickening, her eyes fixed on the scene in front of her.

You pull Amber to her feet, spinning her around, bending her over the desk. Her hands splay on the wood, her skirt rucked up around her waist, her cunt exposed and slick. You line up your cock, still wet from her mouth, and push into her with one smooth thrust.

She cries out, her back arching, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. You fuck her hard, your hips slamming against her ass, your balls slapping against her wet pussy. The student watches, her fingers buried in her own cunt, her mouth open, her breath coming in short gasps.