Let the lawyer take the lead

Gradually Mark became more aware of his surroundings as he came down from the wicked high of pumping his semen into the gorgeous blonde creature kneeling in front of him. She, for her part, had a knowing smile on her face as she gracefully rose to her feet. Standing, she leaned forward and nibbled on his ear a little,

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah...", he croaked, "But that was ... I shouldn't have..."

Mark closed his eyes as she stuck her tongue into his ear. A small part of him felt like he should protest but mostly he just wanted to bask in the pleasure. It had been so long since he'd felt this good, so relaxed and, frankly, so wanted.

A second later he was shoved backwards and he found himself landing onto a leather couch he hadn't previously noticed. With his pants round his ankles he began to feel a little self conscious – he was in a strange place, half-naked with a stranger.

"Who are you?", he asked, something that he probably should have said before she'd guzzled down his cum.

She advanced on him until her legs were either side of his, a tall, confident and sexy seductress holding him in rapt attention. Her demeanour wasn't even undermined by her submissive school-girl fetish wear. With her legs apart her flimsy skirt had ridden even higher, the tops of her white stockings plainly visible against her tanned thighs, the garter straps running up to a hidden promised land. Her knees pushed onto the couch either side of him as she kneeled up, astride his lap. Her fingers toyed with one fastened blazer button which he couldn't help staring at.

"I am Miss Stansen. But my friends call me Erin", she smirked slightly, "And I think you and I are gonna be very good friends"

She pushed even further forward before settling down onto his lap. Mark had thought he had emptied every last bit of sexual desire out of his body with the mind-blowing face-fucking he'd enjoyed moments ago but his dick thought differently as it was already stirring again. It was hidden now, the light fabric of Erin's skirt draped over it and tickling it delightfully.

He was dimly aware of a heat coming from the woman's pussy, agonisingly close.

"Miss Stansen?", he asked, shaking his head to think, "But Mr. Stansen ... are you his assistant?"

She laughed with a little shake of her head, which sent her blonde tresses curling over one shoulder,

"Daddy likes to call me that", she rolled her eyes, "He thinks I'm junior to him, that he's the brains and I'm the beauty." She gave a derisive snort, the first time Mark had seen her express any kind of displeasure. "Believe me, I'm the one who does most of the work."

"Mr. Stansen is your father?!", Mark gasped.

"Oh dear", the young lawyer seemed amused, "You didn't think I was that old fart's sister did you?"

"No... ," he stammered, "I ... of course not..."

"Anyway, enough of this boring small talk", her face softened once more into an expression of predatory lust, "We've taken care of your relaxation problem Mark. How about you help me now?"

She leaned forward and Mark felt the hot end of his dick rub against her bare pussy mound underneath her skirt. Erin lay her head against his chest and looked up at him, with a pout on her face,

"Mr. Slater, please Sir", she put on a little girl voice, "I've been wearing this stuffy school uniform all day long and it's got me sooo hot ... you don't mind if I take it off do you?"

Erin began unbuttoning her jacket as Mark's voice caught in his throat. When the final button was undone he simply stared as she parted the lapels and shrugged it off. She wore nothing underneath – her glorious body was naked from the waist up except for a lacy white garter belt. The same even golden glow continued across her whole body, her stomach flat, her torso narrow and tapering down to the delicious flaring of her hips and skirt. The teacher was transfixed by her breasts, large round tit-bags – far larger than he would have thought from her toned build and yet sitting without a hint of either sag or silicone on her frame.

"Holy fuck", he whispered. Erin sat up, which suddenly made her rack that much more magnificent. He finally moved into action, his hands coming up to grab and maul those beautiful breasts, his face plunging into her cleavage to kiss and suck on any inch of flesh he could.

"Oh sir!", Erin gasped breathily, "Do you like my boobies? They're not too big are they?"

The little girl voice did nothing to dampen Mark's passion and he growled with desire. He would never have admitted it before but, in spite of her obviously stacked womanly body, her act and her outfit was reminding him of so many innocent and not so innocent pupils at his school.

Young 18 year old girls that he'd lusted after, even if he'd always denied it or reprimanded himself for it. He wrapped his hands around her waist, feeling the complete lack of fat there – this was a body honed in the gym to a level of perfection that would leave most lingerie models feeling inadequate.

Mark manhandled the woman onto the couch next to him so she was lying flat at his mercy. In the next moment he was pushing her legs apart and yanking her skirt up. Her pussy was completely bare of hair, its lips delicate and shiny with her juices. Ordinarily when making love he would have licked and sucked on such a beautiful cunt, sucking on the inflamed clit and making his woman groan into surrender. But right now he cared only for sating his own needs, his prick once more fat and engorged.

He gripped his shaft and seated its head within the entrance to her twat. His hands just above her hips, he drove into her hard and fast, forcing the most delicious moan from her. As he began slowly opening up her tight gripping channel he barely noticed her fingers, moving up and unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie. But Mark was in control now – he batted away her hands and tore his formal clothes off before squeezing those gorgeous tits and thrusting steadily into her with purpose.

Fully within her lawyer-cunt, he moved forward to engulf her body with his own. His arms moved up to beneath her shoulders so he could fully hold the blonde beauty and his hips began hammering steadily.

"Oh, sir! Mr. Slater what are you doing to me?!", Erin moaned. Mark leaned in closer, his face buried within her neck as he rutted like an animal. As she gasped out more exclamations, the teacher's head was filled with images of all those 18 year old school girls he'd thought about debasing, his conscience long forgotten. This woman's tight pussy even felt like how he imagined some of those innocent, no doubt virgin girls would.

In his head he was fucking some of those girls. There were the over-developed teen queens who felt like they ruled the school, superior and bitchy. There was that one young gymnast that he'd guiltily watched practicing in her leotard, a small tightly packed spandex fuck-doll. He always made sure he was a civil gentleman around them – that's why he was so popular. The epitome of Mr. Nice Guy ... except that deep down, he had idly wondered what it would be like to enjoy their ripe bodies. Then there were a couple of teacher's pets who he knew had crushes on him. Cute bookish girls that were rejected by their dumb short sighted peers but who looked up to him, literally, batting their eyelids as they perched on his desk after lessons for whatever flimsy reason they could invent.

As he inhaled the scent of Miss Stansen's silky golden hair his mind went back to the pale blonde locks of Taylor, by far his strongest school-girl fantasy of all. His hands clenched around Erin, one moving to grope a tit as he imagined giving Taylor the angry rough fucking she undoubtedly deserved. His cock was a blur as it reamed out the lawyer, Erin's voice simply a series of breathy gasps now. Her hands uselessly clung to the awakened monster that was using her body to live out his darkest dreams. Not that she was complaining – as Mark's lust escalated she, in turn, was rapidly reaching the climax she desired so much. Her gasps began to gain in volume and she found her voice once more,

"Oh ... yes, Mr. Slater! Yes, fuck me! Use my little school girl cunt!"

In the next second her voice devolved into shrieks as she finally came, her tight box spasming around the thick rod that was still plundering it without pause. Erin shuddered as Mark carried on riding her. Momentarily sated but already rising to the next delicious orgasm, the lawyer began egging on her client with the image she wanted him to carry,

"Fuck me like you wanna fuck that little teenage tease!", she whispered in his ear, "Screw me like you wanna screw Taylor! Spear me as hard as you wish you'd done to that 18-year old slut!"

He questioned how she knew who he was fantasising about at that moment – Mark roared with desire and somehow began pushing even faster in and out, sitting up to hold onto those exquisite D-cups as he fucked. He looked down at Erin as her eyes rolled back and she spasmed again, her body shaking as another earth-shattering climax rocked it. He'd never felt so powerful – he was conquering this amazing woman in the same way he wished he could conquer every other woman. His disloyal wife, those unruly school girls and most of all Taylor ... why couldn't they all be like Miss Stansen?

He could feel himself approaching the point of no return but he still wanted to claim one more part of the blonde fuck-toy beneath him. Yanking his tumescent cock from her pussy, with no regard for her comfort, he moved to straddle her torso.

"Put your tits together!", he demanded. Of course Erin immediately understood, and her hands came up to squeeze her fleshbags together.

Overflowing cleavage was presented for her lover and he immediately pushed his shaft between her breasts. He'd always wanted to tit-fuck a woman as stacked as this magnificent beauty and now was his chance. His wife had a respectable rack but she, despite being fairly adventurous in bed, deemed it too degrading to ever attempt a tit-wank – yet again Mark was taking what he felt he deserved.

He leaned over Erin and looked down to watch as his dick, wet with her juices, began thrusting into the warm passage enveloping him. His hands braced himself on the arm of the couch as he started to really go to town on her fuck-bags. Her blue eyes once more looked up at him, submissive and watching for his approval – every grimace and groan of his pleasure told her she was doing a good job and that's all she wanted. In that moment her entire existence was to be a pair of semen-milking tits for the man's use.

The teacher could take no more – Erin's amazing breasts were a silky and warm touch against his dick. They were built for tit-fucking. He thrust once more before his hard tool exploded jism onto her chin, the first thick rope dripping down to her chest. Quick as a flash Mark began stroking himself and moving forward as he came again and again, hot baby-batter splattering onto the perfectly made up face of his school-girl fantasy-slut.

Another lifelong dream was being fulfilled as he carefully milked more seed onto Erin's face, the sexy lawyer always looking him in the eye and accepting whatever Mark wanted to dish out to her. Finally he took some of her lustrous hair and used it to wipe the last drops of cum from his dick, looking down with satisfaction at the pools of it sticking to her face.

When the last of the semen and cunt-juice had been cleaned from his prick onto the now matted and sticky hair of the well-fucked Miss Stansen, Mark got up and began putting his trousers back on.

"Here you are Miss Slater", a familiar voice boomed out. A latch slid and Mark watched, almost in slow motion, as the door to the office opened and in walked his lawyer, Erin's father, with his wife Rosie. The scene that greeted them was the half naked Mark in the act of fastening his belt and the dazed Miss Stansen, virtually naked except for a band of skirt bunched around her waist and the white stockings on her long toned legs – legs that were still wide open. Her face was liberally covered in Mark's thick viscous jism.

"Well...", said Mr. Stansen, one eyebrow raised, " ... I see you two are just finishing up."