Mrs Banes

Walking down the corridor, you had spotted Mrs. Banes, the chemistry faculty assistant, sat in an empty classroom - her job was to make coffee and fetch filing for the chemistry professors, although you suspected she hadn't been chosen for secretarial abilities. Her see-through shirt left little to the imagination, and one glance at her thick thighs and round ass and your cock began to stir.

"Mrs Banes" you began, as you entered the classroom, "I have some bad news". "Mr King (who was the faculty head) has sent me to tell you that he's sorry, but the department's going to have to let you go. They've found a replacement and I'm afraid they no longer need you." you told her - you had never once spoken to Mr. King and you didn't even take the subject. The fact the college would never send a student to fire a staff member didn't seem to cross her mind however, and Mrs Banes looked back at you devastated.

"Please, tell them this is a mistake. You don't have to do this" she pleaded, looking up at you with desperation. "I really need this job, please don't replace me. I'll do anything you ask. Please."

"I guess I could go to Mr King and convince him to keep you on. But it's a rather long walk over to the faculty office and I don't know if I can be bothered. That is unless you can make it worth my while..." you replied, perching on a desk in the front row.

"I'll do anything you want - you have to speak to Mr King, I can't lose this job" she begged.

"I guess there'd be no harm in asking him to not get rid of you. He would listen to me after all" you said. "The only question is, are you worth it?" you said rhetorically. "Get over here and suck my cock" you told her, leaning back in your chair.

"I know I said anything, but I'm married" she replied, "there's got to be something else I can do".

"No" you told her curtly, already unbuttoning your pants.

She hesitated, but nevertheless tottered on over and knelt at your feet. Reluctantly at first, she began stroking your cock, eventually putting it in her mouth. As she blew you, she looked up at you with an annoyed stare.

Once you were fully erect, you grabbed her by the head and pulled her off your cock. You ripped open her shirt and pulled her bra off her chest, then began groping her tits whilst she just knelt there with a resentful look on her face. "I'm nice and hard now, so hop on" you instructed her.

With a heavy sigh she stood up, and took off her skirt and panties. She hovered for a second, but despite her obvious qualms eventually sat on your lap, inserted your cock into herself, and began to ride you. Her tits bounced beautifully as she obediently worked your cock.

After a little while you decided to switch it up. You had her bend over the desk, and you pounded her pussy from behind - as much as tried, she was unable to stop herself from moaning. You then had her spread her legs wide over the desk and pounded her some more - given she must have been nearly 40 she was surprisingly flexible. As you continued to fuck her, she became less and less able to hide her obvious enjoyment, moaning louder and louder. You felt yourself becoming closer and closer to finishing.

You grabbed her legs and pulled her off the desk, pulling her down to your feet. "Finish me onto your tits" you ordered her, and she obeyed, enthusiastically jerking you off onto her perfect tits. After just a few strokes you came, shooting ropes of hot cum across her double-D's. You wondered whether she'd tell her husband. You wiped yourself off onto her face, the last few drops of cum rolling down her cheek. As you began redressing she just knelt there, covered in your cum, awaiting further instructions.

"That'll do for now" you told her. "You don't need to say anything to Mr King, I'll handle everything. But just so you know, saving your job is worth more than one fuck, so you can expect to see me again soon." you informed her with a smile. She didn't respond, clearly lost for words.