Not exactly... he doesn't want to take the time

"Okay," Rick said. "Strip."

"Huh? You're not much for chatting up a girl are you?"

"Do you think Detective O'Sullivan would fall for some cheap line?"

"Oh. I guess not."

By this time, Marsha was already halfway undressed.

"Leave the glasses on," he said.

"Okay." She seemed a little less bitchy all of a sudden. Perhaps as if she'd been waiting for someone to take control. Well, Rick was good with that.

"Bra and panties off," he said. "Then stand up and lean against your desk. Push your tits into the desktop and reach back with your hands and spread your cheeks."

"If you're not as good as you think you are, you'd better get ready to run. Because I don't let guys boss me around, ever."

Right. So said the woman who was bent over her desk, her tits squashed so hard they were spilling out the side and her ass pulled open to expose her asshole and dripping pussy.

"You ever shave that bush or are you trying for some maximal hair record?"

"Hey. What's wrong with a natural bush?"

"Nothing. If you don't want to be eaten and you want to hide one of your sexiest parts."

"I don't go around flashing my pussy you know?"

"Actually, I didn't know that." He put his hands on her shoulder and squeezed.

"Hey, what are you... that feels nice."

"Detective O'Sullivan thought it felt nice, too."

"You rubbed her back?"

"Among other things. You didn't think of that when you tried to pick her up?"

"I was more like flirting."

"You'll have to show me how you do that sometime."

"Yeah, as if you'll ever get a chance with me again."

He smiled to himself. He wasn't perfect. There were probably plenty of women he really wouldn't have a chance with. Marsha, though, wasn't one of them. Being a nerd fantasy was great if you wanted to date nerds but he suspected Marsha wanted something a little more... traditionally masculine. Which is why her nerves were all busy sending happy messages to each other as he continued to rub her shoulders.

He slipped a hand down her spine, just lightly brushing the skin and she shuddered in reaction, the nervous signals stepping up a notch.

"I... I'm sort of getting the idea."

"Nope," Rick said. "You have no idea." He lifted that hand from her back, then brought it hard down on her ass, spanking first one cheek and then the other.

"Hey. Who said--"

"Do I have to gag you?"

"No, sir."

He gave her ass five more spanks on each cheek bringing her ass to a bright pink glow.

"Flip over," he ordered.

"Yes, sir." She flipped over, grabbing her legs, her ass and pussy hanging over the edge of her desk while her back rested on the desktop.

"You've got nice tits. You should unbutton another button on your uniform to show off your assets."

"Uniform policy." Her voice was raspy now.

"Somehow I don't think anyone in the McKinney police department is going to complain that their computer nerd is flashing a little cleavage." He reached down and tweaked the hard points her two nipples had already become. And once more, the signals mounted.

"That... that isn't possible."

"Excuse me?"

"That isn't possible, sir. I mean, all you're doing is playing with my tits and I'm already close to orgasm."

"Pull your legs harder. Show me your asshole."

"Yes, sir."

He stroked between her lips and gathered a dripping dollop of her pussy juices, then applied them to her asshole.

"Oh. I've never... you aren't going to--"

"You wanted to see what I'd done to Detective O'Sullivan, right?"

"Oh, yes. But I never thought--"

"Marsha, you rely too much on your intellect. You've got to trust your feelings sometimes."

He pulled down his zipper and took out his cock.

"Oh. It's so large. I don't--"

"Trust your body, Marsha." From the sudden surge of nervous messaging and the juices now actually flowing out of her pussy, Marsha's body said his dick was something she desperately needed.

"Do you like sucking cock, Marsha?"

"Truthfully, sir?"

"Truthfully."

"It's okay. I hate the taste and I don't get much pleasure out of it but it makes my dates happy and, well, sometimes it's easier than actually having to go all the way. If you want, though, I'll pretend to like it."

"Nope."

"No?"

"No pretending. I'm going to teach you to like what I want you to like. In the meantime, you're always going to tell me the truth. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now, would you rather I fuck your pussy or asshole?"

"Pussy please, sir. I tried to do my ass a couple of times and it hurt too much."

"Huh." Rich slid a finger into her pussy.

Despite her obvious arousal, she felt tight, her muscles clenching his finger and spasming. Damn, she was close to orgasm already.

He tweaked her tits again.

"Well, it sounds like you need more practice with your asshole, then."

He again slid his finger into her pussy, pulled it out, dripping with her juices, and inserted it slowly into her asshole.

"Ohmigod. That is good... but it's just your finger, right? Even that feels huge. There's no way I can take your cock. I don't even know if my pussy can take it."

"Good girls learn to take cock the way their masters want to give it. Do you understand?"

"Uh, yes, sir."

He slid his finger deeper, partially withdrew it, then rammed it all the way in.

She shuddered again. "Damn, sir. That's... amazing."

Lubricating her ass with pussy juices had done the job for his finger. He decided to try the same thing with his cock.

"Pull your legs up higher," he demanded.

"Yes, sir."

While she was still pulling, he entered her pussy, shoving his dick in until it bottomed out against her cervix.

"Oh, shit, sir. I'm coming."

Which she was. Her pussy spasmed against his cock, trying to convince him to unload. But Rick had other plans.

He continued thrusting in and out until her orgasm faded, then pulled all the way out.

"Are we done, sir? I'm ready to work on the phone now. You've certainly shown me what--"

"I've shown you nothing," Rick insisted. "Pull your cheeks apart."

"But--"

"Exactly. Your butt cheeks. Pull hard."

She obeyed, tightening her fingers into the soft flesh of her butt cheeks and pulling hard enough to gape the tight hole of her ass.

She'd sprayed out her cum juices when she'd cum, so her entire ass was soaking wet as was his dick.

He pushed the tip of his dick against her asshole, feeling it yield, tighten, then yield again as she deliberately attempted to open herself for him.