Under-Desk Blow Job During Meeting

"Are you game?" Amy mutely nodded. "Good. Now take off what little clothes you have and get under my desk. I have a meeting in a few minutes with the dean of students, and you're going to suck my dick while I meet with her. Take your time, don't make me cum until the meetings over."

"But, isn't that awfully risky" Amy said, even as she stripped off her absurd outfit.

"Well, risk is part of the fun, isn't it. Besides, I thought this was the sort of wild sexual play you were into."

Amy, who had secretly hoped that a tryst with Bradley would be more romantic, could do nothing but nod again.

Amy stripped off her ridiculous outfit (such as it was) and, at Bradley's direction, buried her clothes in his waste-paper bin--under a layer of trash so no one could see it. She blushed standing naked in front of him in his office. She blushed even more when he looked her over and licked his lips. She thought maybe he'd kiss her again, but he simply pointed under the desk and cleared his throat.

As soon as she was under the desk, there was a knock on the door. Dr. Moore sat down, pulled down his zipper and called, "Come in."

Amy heard the door open and some breif footsteps followed by a woman' voice. "Good morning Bradley."

"Good morning Cynthia." Under the table, Bradley tugged on Amy's head and she tentatively started licking the end of Bradley's semi-hard cock.

"I know we're supposed to be meeting to discuss hiring a new research assistant for your department, but something more urgent has come up."

Amy, barely listening to the conversation, watched Bradley's impressive erection grow hard, literally right before her eyes. She slid the tip into her mouth running her tongue in a slow circle around it. His pre-cum tasted salty like fresh sweat.

The woman continued. "I've received a number of complaints from the young women in your class. They say one of your students came to you class dressed completely inappropriately and you did nothing. Is that true?"

Under the desk, Amy froze, paralyzed with embarrassment when she realized the dean was talking about her.

"Look, Cynthia, it's not my job to enforce the schools dress code, nor to protect my student's delicate, puritan sensibilities. I'm an English professor, not a Sunday school teacher."

With these proud words, Bradley pulled on Amy's head again and thrust himself deeper into Amy's throat. Amy's eyes watered from the effort of not audibly gagging on Bradley's cock. He released her head, and to prevent him from taking control again, she started bobbing her head up and down.

"Yes, yes, I know. And that's exactly what I told them when they complained. But I had to be sure you weren't encouraging lewd behavior in anyway. She's not another girl with a crush on the sexy professor is she? Trying to get your attention by dressing like a slut, maybe?"

"Maybe she is," Bradley said, while Amy stroked his cock with her hand while licking the tip, "but you should see this girl--she's flat as a board, barely looks like she's my daughter's age. Even her friends call her baby. Hardly a seduction threat for full grown man."

For some reason she could never explain, Bradley's cruel words made Amy even hornier, she plunged her spare hand between her legs to rub her wet pussy while she continued to lick and stroke her English professor's huge cock.

"My suspicion is that she dresses the way she does in order to be seen as a woman instead of child. And who could blame her for that? I say, if she finds sexy clothes and partial nudity empowering, good for her!"

At that moment, Bradley came in four ropey bursts hitting Amy on the side of the nose, on her cheek, and on the corner of her mouth. Amy, wishing could make herself come without making too much noise waited under the desk until the dean finally left, satisfied with Bradley's explanation.

"Okay, Baby, you can come out now." Amy did, and stood before him naked with her face covered in his come

"I'm disappointed." He said, "you weren't supposed to make me come before the meeting was over. As your punishment, I'll give you a simple choice. Before you leave my office you can do only ONE of these three things:

Get dressed. Clean the cum off your face. Or give yourself an orgasm. Just one."