She stared into my eyes as if gauging my sincerity and nodded. I took my hand away from her head and put it back onto her breast. With one hand she cupped my balls while the other grasped my shaft again. She wetted her lips and moved her mouth slowly down over my cock, licking all around its head. After just a small pause, she started to suck hard and bob her head quickly and deeply up and down me. The combination of warmth, softness and heat was exquisite. I’d never imagined anything could be so pleasurable. She was obviously trying to make me come quickly and I was powerless to resist. After no more than a dozen bobs of her pretty blonde head, I let myself go and came copiously in her mouth. She kept bobbing gently as she swallowed all of my spunk. Finally she pulled her head back, licked the knob and kissed it twice affectionately before sitting back.
“How was that, Jake?” she enquired insouciantly, still holding me in both hands.
“Amazing. Thanks.” I didn’t know what else to say.
She laughed as she let go of me. “Well, that wasn’t too bad after all. You’ve got a lovely cock and you taste good. Now the pictures….” She took the folder from the desk. “What about the negatives?”
“I’ll bring them in tomorrow.” She looked at me and smiled.
“If you give them to me tomorrow, maybe I’ll give you another blowjob, Jake,” she added teasingly.
Distracted by her amazing body, I’d never really noticed how beautiful her smile was. I nodded eagerly, “Yes, please.”
She picked up her bra from her the desk.
“Just one thing, Ms. Jones.”
She was instantly wary. “Yes?”
“Please can you do me a favour?” I started hesitantly.
“What, Jake?”
“Well, it’s just that. I’ve… I’ve never even kissed a girl before today. And well, this could be my only chance. I mean, can I see your, well, your pussy?” I blurted out finally.
“Jake! No! You can’t!” she exclaimed.
“But, well, with respect, Miss, you have just sucked me off and I’m really grateful but I just want to see it and I will bring all the negatives tomorrow. Please, Miss.”
I think it was reminding her of the pictures that settled the matter. She sighed heavily, “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.” She unfastened her skirt at the side to reveal black stockings, suspenders and a tiny pair of black lacy pants. So we had been right about the glimpses of stockings we’d seen.
“Oh, wow, Miss. You’re gorgeous.”
She gave me a sarcastic look before hooking her thumbs into her knickers and pausing before pulling them down. “Let’s make this quick.”
“Lie back on the desk, Miss,” I ordered. She did as I asked before allowing her legs to fall open to reveal a well-kept tuft of blonde hair above long wet pink lips, just like the magazine centrefolds over whom I’d masturbated so many times. “A natural blonde; we did wonder.” She grunted in response. I bent my head down to look at her closely. I tentatively moved a finger up and down her lips.
“I knew you’d want to touch me,” she said angrily but, apart from an initial flinch, she didn’t move away.
“Of course,” I assented. I spent the next few minutes playing with her pussy: sliding a finger in and out of her, despite her protests; pulling her lips apart; rubbing her clit. It seemed she particularly liked the latter, judging from her throaty moaning and rapidly moistening pussy-lips.
Eventually I move my mouth to her and licked up and down. “Oh god, I really shouldn’t let you do this,” she groaned. The taste was unexpected but far from unpleasant. I stuck my tongue right into her and wiggled it before eventually settling on alternately flicking her clit with my tongue and licking up and down her lips repeatedly. She seemed to love it, judging from the noise she was making.
I was rock hard again by now so it only seemed natural to lie myself down onto the desk next to her and push my cock against her mouth. She started to give me head without any more urging: it felt as good as it had before but this time I was able to enjoy it without risk of imminent ejaculation. I bent back to my task of licking her and she was moaning loudly around my penis again in seconds. A few minutes later, she screamed, “I’m coming,” and her thighs convulsed around me and she pushed herself hard into my face. She lay there, panting, while I pulled my cock out of her mouth, heaved myself up and knelt between her open legs.
She struggled half-heartedly as I murmured, “Remember the pictures.” She sighed resignedly and let her legs fall open. And then I pushed myself deep into her, thus losing my virginity by blackmailing my gorgeous English teacher into letting me fuck her on her very own desk. It was difficult to feel guilty.
All thought of control fled me. I couldn’t stop myself pumping furiously in and out of her: it just felt so good.
“Slow down, Jake,” she managed to convey between her groaning. She stroked my shoulders through my shirt. I was able to hold myself back a little. One part of my mind was amazed that she seemed to enjoying it so much. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was parted and she was moaning endearments and obscenities in equal number as she pulled me urgently into her. However most of my attention was on the quite extraordinary feelings of pleasure I was getting from the tightness of her pussy.
After a few blissful minutes of more controlled thrusting, I asked, “Can we try a different position?”
“Hmmm. Yes. OK,” she replied, pulled me down onto the desk and climbed on top of me. This felt even better: she controlled the pace and the fact that it was she who was driving our coupling and not I made it that much more enjoyable. We both got louder as we got closer and closer to climax until, with a final mutual cry, we came together. I looked into her eyes as I spurted over and over again deep into her pussy and she smiled down at me, almost lovingly.
She took a few moments to recover her composure as her breathing subsided. “Well. I think that was worth a bit more than just a few pictures, Jake,” she added teasingly. She kissed my face and rolled off me.
“That was amazing, Miss.” I reached out and idly stroked her breasts. “You really do have the most amazing body.”
“Thanks, Jake. The negatives?”
“They’re yours.”
“Good. If you don’t mind I’m going to get dressed.”
“Miss, just one more thing….”
“What now, Jake? I’m exhausted and I’ve done everything you’ve asked.”
“Miss, the pictures are yours whether you agree or not. But, well, I’ve just got one more fantasy you can fulfil and considering what we’ve done already it wouldn’t be too much more to ask. It’s that, well, I’ve always dreamt about watching your arse wobble while I take you from behind. Please, Miss, can I,?”
“Jake! I can’t believe how cheeky you are! Anyway,” she added, taking hold of my limp cock, “you’re in no state to do anything else.”!
“Well, I would be if you didn’t mind sucking me a little more.”
“So what you’re saying is that now that you’ve blackmailed me into having sex, you want me to give you another blowjob so you can fuck me doggy-style!” she said indignantly, my cock still in her hand.
“Um, well, yes, I suppose I am.”
She studied me with, I think, an amused look. “Oh, I don’t know why but come on then.” She sat on a chair in front of me and brought her head down to my crotch. Once again it didn’t take long for me to respond. The combination of licking, sucking, nibbling and bobbing from her mouth, tongue and lips made it impossible for me not to become fully erect within just a few minutes.
“Very impressive,” she said with more than touch of satisfaction in her voice at her own ability to arouse me.
She stood up and leant over the desk. “Right come on then, Jake; fuck me from behind,” she ordered.
I slipped in easily as she was already wet. It didn’t take me long to find a good rhythm, slipping my whole length in and out of her in particularly pleasing way. And, as predicted, her arse did wobble delightfully as I slapped hard against her while thrusting in.
“Oh yes, Jake. Yes. Yes. Fuck me hard, Jake. Use me. Oh, yes. Use me.”
Although I was profoundly enjoying her pussy, I couldn’t help staring at her pretty pinky-brown puckered arsehole, the object of a fantasy about which I hadn’t told her. A somewhat wicked thought entered my mind.
We fucked for over quarter of an hour before Ms. Brown’s cries indicated an impending orgasm. Just as she screamed out her climax, I pulled out of her pussy and pushed with all my strength into her arse which was well lubricated with our combined oozings.
Her scream became one of surprise and undoubtedly some pain. “No! You bastard. Not up there. No.” After a while her protests subsided to a cute grunt with every thrust, each of which took me further and further up her bum.
“Sorry, Miss,” I managed to say between thrusts, “I couldn’t help myself. You’ve got such a beautiful arse.”