You've changed your mind

"Actually miss, no need to strip. Those clothes are a bit of a turn-on," you say, motioning her to sit back down.

"For sure," the secretary replies in an enthusiastic tone. "So what was it you needed to talk about? It sounded urgent."

"Yes it is," you begin, before trailing off as you see the student slipping her sweater off and trying to undo her bra. You reach around and unclasp for her, and she nervously drops it to the floor and stands up, glancing through the glass walls of the office. Sure enough, everyone's attention has turned to your little group; a few students are even reaching for their phones. Her hands are shaking as she wiggles side to side out of her tight leggings.

"Oh my God... I can't believe... I'll never be able to live this down," she gasps, even as she slips off her panties. "Everyone's... Everyone's staring at me, taking pictures of me..." She glances around frantically at the onlookers while avoiding eye contact.

"Well, you have a very nice body... Wait, what's your name?"

"Clara," she replies sheepishly.

"Well alright Clara, don't worry. Just relax and try to--"

"Ahem." The secretary raises her eyebrow at you. "Did you not have some urgent matter..?"

"I, um... Oh! Yes," you say, remembering why you're here. "Well you see, I came up with some new policies I wanted to implement at your university," you continue as you reach over to grope Clara's ass.

"Oh my, that certainly is some top-level stuff... But I can't really help you with that." As the secretary explains, your hand drifts towards Clara's pussy, rubbing it slowly. "University policy is up to the President, and I don't think she would be willing to discuss this outside of an arranged meeting, probably with the department heads..."

After nodding along for a moment, you interrupt. "Clara, why don't you sit on my lap? It might make you more comfortable." She moves over to your chair and sits down on you sideways, resting her hands on her own lap. It doesn't take long for you to get hard, your cock slipping out of your boxers and up between her thighs.

Turning back to the secretary, you shake your head. "I'm afraid that won't do. I have to insist that you call her down here so we can discuss it right now... Just tell her I asked, and I'm sure we can work something out."

"Definitely" she says, picking up the phone and dialing a number. "But you know, I'm beginning to suspect that you already knew I couldn't help you," she continues with a small smile and a raised eyebrow.

You can't help but chuckle. "You caught me. I saw you over here and I couldn't resist trying you girls out," you admit. "In fact, I want to try those lips of yours right this minute..."

Moving Clara off of your lap, you climb up and over the desk. Standing beside the secretary, your erect cock waves a few inches away from her face. Her red lips are still shaped in her characteristic cute smile, and her eyes gaze up at you.

Looking behind her, you see a large group of people staring on in disbelief. A few guys and even some girls are shifting their legs around; it seems the crowd is as horny as they are dumbfounded.

You turned back to the secretary as you feel her hand slide onto your cock. As she begins to jack you off, you realize that her phone call has gone through.

"Yes, Mr. Doe here has requested the President of the University come down immediately. He wishes to discuss... 'Policy changes,' was how he put it." She waited a moment. "No, no there's no rush, he's fully erect right now so I expect it may take a moment to... Hm? Oh, it's a long story, but he's waiting for a blowjob so I'll explain it to you later."

With that she drops the phone on the receiver, whips her head around, and slides her supple lips onto your cock in one motion. You stumble back a bit at the sensation; Erica's mouth had been bliss, but this women's lips.. Her tongue.. Everything about what she's is somehow even better. She slowly moves your cock in deep then pulls back a bit faster, just to the tip of your cock. She then gives it a little flick with her tongue, leaving you begging for more.

As you settle into the rhythm and gain back your composure, you look over at Clara, who's sitting patiently with her legs crossed. "Hey Clara, could you bring the receptionist over here?"

"Uh, sure," she says, standing up. As she walks over to main reception, she attempts to cover her pussy and breasts with her arms.

The secretary soon pulls her mouth off your glistening member, stroking it once again. Flashing you a smile, she begins to lick and suck at the base of your shaft, moving down to your balls. Throwing your head back in pleasure, you notice the disgusted look on some of the other secretaries' faces.

At that moment Clara and the receptionist return, awaiting your instructions.