She makes an offer

"This is very inappropriate behaviour Tamara. Especially in a public place." you say as sternly as you can, trying to hide the excitement you feel.

"Please....Mr. Watts...Oh my God....Please don't tell....please....I'm so sorry....Oh my god....please Mr. Watts....my parents would kill me....you can't tell....please...."

"Tamara, don't be silly," you begin, but before you can continue she cuts you off.

"Please..." she begs, whimpering tearfully, her face a crumpled mess of desperation. "I'll...I'll...Oh god....I'll do....Please....I'll do anything...." She steps closer to you, slowly sinking to her knees in front of you, her face beseeching you. She gives you a suddenly knowing glance as her hands slide provocatively down her pink blouse. Looking up at you coyly through her thick dark lashes, Tamara licks her full lips deliberately.

"You're a man...A very hot man," she purrs "You saw what a wicked slut I am ..." she pauses long enough to bite her lip again and tuck a wispy lock of golden hair behind her ear. "I could give you a blow-job. A really good sloppy blow-job. What do you say?"

"Miss Longmire, I'm not some horny teenaged boy." You tell her as you reach out and grab her upper arm, lifting her to her feet. "I'm not going to risk my job for a blowjob, no matter how good or sloppy." Actually as you feel the firm muscles of this pretty student's arm and look at her pretty flushed face, you are more tempted than you let on. She reminds you so much of the kind of sweet young cookies you sampled as a college star and as a professional athlete.

"You're, you're right, Sir." She tries again, placing her hand on your arm, "you are a real man, God you're hot... you probably want to throw me back on that desk and fuck my naughty schoolgirl pussy silly." She reaches down to brush the lump in your pants with the back of her fingers. "I think I'd like that, Sir." She breathes huskily and undoes a few buttons of her blouse, "the harder the better."

"Miss Longmire, I think you should leave now." You tell the teasing blonde as you struggle to stay calm. "You're not going to seduce me. I'm not interested in teenagers, no matter how pretty."

"Are you sure Mr. Watts?" Tamara turns and puts her hands on the desk. She wiggles her ass at you, her eyes wanton and teasing. "You're not much older than me and you saw what a slut I am. You know what I was thinking about when you found me?" she asks breathlessly, peeking over her shoulder at you trying to gauge your reaction. "I imagined that my teacher discovered me cheating on a test and was forcing me to fuck him so I wouldn't be expelled. I'd have to let him do whatever nasty things he wanted to my tender schoolgirl flesh..." Her breathing was becoming more and more rapid and with her blouse unbuttoned as much as it was one of her fat tits hung almost all the way out. She looks back at you with wanton invitation, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her leggings and starting to tug them down.

"I imagined he'd **** me...claim my tight pussy..." she moans softly, wriggling her ass at you.