Take her on the floor

You look at Meghan kneeling in front of you, her thighs open, her hand playing gently over her pussy lips, her eyes pleading with you, and you feel the last vestiges of your control starting to slip away. Your cock has been hardening for a while, making an evident bulge in your pants, and you unbuckle your belt and undo yourself, freeing your cock. She looks at it with fascinated alarm and you see her fingers slide between her pussy lips.

"Mr. Chandler Sir?" she quavers, her eyes uncertain, but more than a hint of curious lust in them. "What are you going to do?"

For answer you slide off your chair pushing her back on the floor, pressing yourself between her open thighs.

"Oh God Sir, what are you doing?" One of her delicate hands pushes against your chest, although the other, you notice still seems busy with her pussy. Her knees clamp around your hips, their welcome in contradiction to her head shakes of denial. You press forward, your hard cock seeking her pussy, and you feel the tip rub against her hand. She seizes your shaft, guiding your cock against her open, swollen lips even as she begs you to stop.

"Please Sir, don't sir, please. Don't make me, please don't make me do it, please Sir. I'm not on birth control, Oh God Mr. Chandler please don't put it in me..." she whimpers looking into your face as her hips rock, rubbing her cunt against your throbbing cock. Her hand is tugging at your shaft, urging you to take her; her head is shaking with her protests. Her other hand still pushes against your chest as though fending you off. You've been pushed harder by a kitten.

You grasp her wrist, taking your hand away from your cock, and pinning it to the floor beside her head. Your cock is between the first folds of her pussy, rubbing against her, and she rocks against you as if trying to engulf you.

"Oh God you're going to make me, aren't you, you're going to make me and I can't stop you, oh please don't Sir, please..." If anything her pleading excites your more, especially as half her body is begging for the exact opposite of her words. You press forward, deliberately slowly, impaling her with first one inch, then two of your overheating cock.

"I'm not lying, I'm not on birth control, please sir, please. If you won't stop at least promise you'll pull out before you, before you, oh God please don't Mr. Chandler," she's virtually babbling now, and the rocking of her hips has become urgent with need, trying to impale herself. You bend your head to her neck and kiss her silken flesh, pushing yourself a little further into her wet velvet tunnel.

"Oh God please stop, please, please don't, Oh GOD PLEASE DON'T!" she cries as with slow steady thrust you bury your cock in her tight cunt. You stare into her eyes, watching her realization that she is fully impaled by your hard meat, then slowly start to pump in and out of her. Her hips are nearly frantic now, rocking, pressing up against you, trying to keep your cock buried. Her legs are around your ass, pulling you into her, urging you on.

"Please take it out before, please, please, oh please don't come in me, please," she mewls, her face a piteous, conflicted mask. You crush your mouth against hers, your tongue invading her, violating her, as your hips pick up the tempo and start fucking her with long hard strokes.

She pulls her mouth away, gasping. "Oh God, what you're doing to me, Oh God, Oh Please, Oh Please, Oh God Please, Stop, Please, Stop, Please, Please!" Her words come out in a panting, babbling chant, as your cock fills her, impales her. Her head thrashes and her hips press her cunt hard against your cock, her legs clamped to you. Her face suddenly constricts in a grimace that stretches her mouth open wide in a silent scream, hre head arching back, her whole body centered on the sensations in her cunt. You feel her tunnel spasm and contract around your cock as her orgasms take her, and you keep thrusting mercilessly into her driving her on.

She's making gutteral animal noises now, deep groans with no human words in them, moans of pleasure mixed perhaps with shame and humiliation.

You own pleasure has been building and you thrust deeply into her, your balls starting to contract. She senses what's happening and regains some control staring helplessly into your eyes.

"Take it out before, please John please," she pleads.