Tease her

You stare at Meghan, who somehow manages to look both shy and wanton at the same time.

"Go and shut the door, wench," you order and see her shudder before walking back to comply. As she walks back to you, she's biting her lip, perhaps in trepidation, perhaps in anticipation. You gesture her to come around your side of the desk, pushing your chair back and standing up. She stands before you meekly, looking up at you, still biting your lip.

"Yes, Mr. Chandler?" she murmurs. You seize her, turning her and pushing her face down over your desk. You hold her down with one hand as you start to pull her skirt up.

"Oh Mr. Chandler, what are you doing? Oh my, you mustn't!" she squeals, struggling in a completely ineffective way. You pull her skirt up over her naked ass, then free your thickening cock. The aroma of her arousal fills your nostrils and rubbing your cock along her her slit confirms that she is already drenched, dripping with her lust.

"Oh help! Please don't take me, Sir, please! I'll be good, I will. I'll suck you instead, please sir don't put it in me," she continues to struggle, looking back at you, her face a mask of arousal, completely contrasting her pleas. Her ass rubs against you, urging you, but you keep teasing her, rubbing your cock against her pussy lips, but somehow maintaining the control not to fuck her. You press your cock head against her engorged clit and she groans, pushing back against you, her body **** to engulf your cock. You keep teasing and she mewls in desperation.

"Oh please Sir, don't please sir, please," her voice is ragged with lust, her face straining back to stare at you, her eyes wide and wanton. You bring her right to the edge of orgasm and pull away from her, your own breathing heavy. The petite body sprawls on your desk, her thighs open and her ass and pussy beckoning you. You're tempted to fuck her and satisfy both of your needs, but lesson is a lesson and training is training.

"Get up," you order, putting your throbbing cock away. "Straighten yourself up and get to work." She slowly slides off the desk smoothing her skirt down. She's staring at you in confusion, her breathing making her tits wobble in truly distracting fashion.

"Yes Mr. Chandler sir. Thank you Sir," she whimpers quietly before she slowly walks to your door, her head down.