Strip her.

You stand and walk around the pliant blonde, casually tracing your hand over her as you make your inspection. She gives a shiver at your first touch, but otherwise stands still, waiting. You stand behind her and inhale the lemony scent of her hair, then slowly push the dress off her shoulders, peeling it down her arms, letting it drop to the floor. She gives a shudder and glances over her shoulder at you, biting her lower lip nervously but saying nothing.

You walk around her again, looking at her with fixed attention. She is even more slender than she looked with the dress on, every inch the waif. Her breasts are very small, hardly needing the lacy white bra that holds them. A pair of white cotton panties cover her ass and pussy. You smile at her nervousness, and trace your fingers over her belly, feeling her shiver once again.

Holding her gaze you reach into your desk drawer and bring out a pair of scissors. Pulling the front of her bra away from her body, you shear through the middle of it, all the while staring into her eyes. She gasps and looks down, but says nothing. The bra slides from her shoulders and falls to her feet, revealing her tiny pointed breasts, each topped with a perfect pink nipple.

"These have to go too," you say, and tug the panties away from one hip, cutting through them with one stroke, then repeating with the other hip, pulling them away from her. Her pussy mound is covered with a fine blonde down, soft and delicate. She's biting her lips, staring at you but making no protest.

"Has Mr. Gavin seen your body Jean?"

"Yes sir, he made me show him the first day."

"I'm sure he liked it. You're very pretty."

"Thank you sir."

"What else have you done for Mr. Gavin, Jean?"

"Just take him in my mouth sir. He's had me do that every morning."

You stroke your hand over her, rubbing her nipples and feeling them harden to your touch. You slide your hand down her flat belly and play with the fine blonde hair of her pussy. She shivers again as your finger strokes her pussy lips.

"Are you a virgin, Jean?" you ask and trigger a blush that seems to start at her belly and rush upwards to her face. She looks down sheepishly. "No sir, there was a boy in high school, we were...we got carried away...and.."

"And you fucked," you finish for her. She nods, not looking up.

"And Mr. Gavin hasn't fucked you?"

"No sir," she answers meekly, her voice small and submissive, the faintest tremble in it.

"Don't be frightened Jean. Are you afraid of me?"

"A little bit, sir. Mr. Gavin said if I didn't make you happy he'd have my grant cancelled. I really need it to go to college sir." Her pretty, heart shaped face pleads with you. You stroke her cheek in reassurance.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll do fine. Why don't you show me what you can do for Mr. Johnson," you smile and sit back in your chair. Your cock, three quarters hard, bobs out of your pants. Jean steps forward and kneels between your knees without hesitation. She takes your cock in her long fingered hands and strokes it, then looking at you starts to delicately lick the tip. Her little pink tongue flickers over it like a kitten lapping a saucer of milk.

"Am I making you happy sir?"

"It's a good start but you need to do better. Show me what you do for Mr. Gavin." She sucks the tip in, looking up at you as her mouth works it. Her hand strokes your shaft, squeezing softly.

"You haven't sucked many cocks have you, Jean?"

"No sir. Just a few in high school. Some girls did it a lot. Instead of, of fucking. I tried to just use my hand." Her answers come between sucks. "Most boys would finish very fast. Am I doing it well sir?

"I can tell you haven't had much experience," you tell her, watching her suck you and withdraw, suck you and withdraw. She reaches behind her and undoes her pony tail, letting her fine blonde hair fall around her face. Taking a handful of it she wraps in around your shaft, stroking you hard as her mouth takes you deeper, her tongue working on the underside of your cockhead.

"That's very good," you rasp, impressed by her skill, and feeling your cock begin to throb in earnest. She nods, her head bobbing, her hand rubbing her hair against your cock. You could easily come like this, but you've more than half a mind to sample the rest of the sweet little blonde's body.