Erica's surprise

After the boys were driven home Michael drove to his apartment, anticipation fluttering in his stomach. He unlocked his door, calling a hello as he opened it. No answer, no sound of music or television. Curious, he stepped down the hallway into the living room. Erica stood up from a chair. A changed Erica.

Her hair was in pigtails. She wore a white shirt with a little tie and a plaid skirt that came to mid-thigh. Her shapely calves were encased in white knee high socks and low heeled black shoes. She clasped her hands in front of her, looking contrite.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Rourke?" she asked with a slightly abashed voice. He stared at her for a long moment, savoring the sight of her.

"That's your old Catholic school uniform, I suppose?"

"I'm not sure what you mean about an old uniform, Mr. Rourke. This is the uniform all the girls wear to school. I only have one."

"I see," he said thoughtfully. "Do you know why I wanted to see you, Erica?"

"I suppose it's because I've been misbehaving again, Mr. Rourke. Are you going to punish me?"

"That's probably the best thing to do. I understand you've been a very naughty girl."

"I suppose I have," she said sadly, hanging her head.

"Come over here," he said sternly.

"Yes sir," she replied meekly, stepping forward and kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with wide appealing eyes. "Please don't be too hard on me, Mr. Rourke, I'll try to be good."

"I think you should close your eyes and ask for forgiveness," he said, his voice clogged and husky.

She closed her eyes and assumed an attitude of repentance. Her lips moved as she mumbled something. Michael unzipped himself and extracted his thickening cock. He pressed the head against her moving lips, which opened to receive him. He held her head, sliding himself in and out of her mouth. Her hands gripped the back of his thighs.

He watched her engulf him, her eyes still closed, one hand leaving his thighs to unbutton her shirt. Her nostrils flared and he cheeks puffed as he fucked her mouth. His breathing was harsh, eager. He pulled her head away from him. Her eyes were opened, looking up at him.

"Don't you want me to finish you, Mr. Rourke? I'm really trying hard to be a good girl." Her tongue flickered around her lips. Michael wanted to fuck her but her mouth was so tempting, so rewarding. He pulled her forward again, feeling her lips and tongue devour him. She reached into his pants, fondling his balls, squeezing them gently, her mouth sucking insistently, her head bobbing urgently.

"I'm coming," he gasped, and she pressed him deeper into her mouth as his spasms started, her throat moving, swallowing, urging. Only after he calmed did she slowly withdraw her mouth, licking and kissing the slick head of his cock.

"You'e still hard, Mr. Rourke. Maybe I didn't do a good enough job."

"You did very well Erica, but you have more penance to complete." He raised her to her feet and lifted her skirt, revealing girlish white panties. He turned her around, pushing her forwards over the arm of the couch, tugging her panties to her knees.

"Oh Mr. Rourke! What are you doing?" she gasped, wriggling a bit in protest. He held her neck and pulled her skirt up, bunching it on her back. He reached between her legs, finding the juicy moisture of her arousal. She gasped, writhing against his hand.

"Oh, no, you mustn't," she breathed.

"You need more discipline," he rasped, His fingers probed her, opened her, explored her.

"Oh please," she whimpered.

He thrust his aching cock into her, hearing her long moan of pleasure and satisfaction. He held her hips, squeezing them, pulling her back to meet his thrusts.

"Oh, I've been a bad girl," she moaned.

"Yes you have, and you're very bad to let me do this."

"Yes, yes I am bad. I'm a very wicked girl."

He slapped one cheek of her ass with mild ****. She groaned and quivered, grinding herself against him.

"Oh that's right, punish me Mr. Rourke!" He slapped harder and she cried out, coming, rocking her hips against him. He slapped again and heard her howl of greedy lustful release, and then is own orgasm started, even though it ached to do so.