Jenny walks into your office without knocking. Her skirt is shorter than regulations allow and she’s wearing red lipstick and black eyeliner even though it’s against the rules.
She looks at you, bored.
“So you wanted to see me about something? Here I am.”
I look up at her. "You have a lot of nerve wearing that short skirt jenny." I nag, "close the door behind you."
She rolls her eyes and carefully shuts the door behind her. "Whatever, Mr. Jones. My skirt is fine. If you're gonna bitch about it then why don't you just give me detention?" She smirks. "That would only get me out of other stuff anyway."
"I would have if you didnt show me this bad attitude of yours." I say, "now i know you wont even learn your lesson."
She snorts derisively and tosses her hair back over her shoulder. "Whatever, dude. I've been here for like two seconds and you're already blowing things out of proportion. Such a tool." She crosses her arms defiantly, refusing to look anywhere but at the floor.
It occurs to her that maybe she shouldn't be this way right now... But it's just so easy to get under Mr. Jones' skin. And it feels good.
I stay silent for a moment. "You know what? You're right." I tyrn to a drawer and i take a strong aphrodisiac out. "All that nagging sure did us a terrible session." Without her knowledge i dripped some into a glass of water. I pass it to her. "Thirsty?"
She snatches the glass out of your hand almost before you've finished speaking and takes a sip, eyeing you suspiciously as she does so. The drink tastes...weird, but not unpleasant. "What is this?" She asks between sips.
Her heart starts racing as she feels herself growing warmer inside, despite the chilly room temperature. It's almost like a pleasant fever...
"Its just water. Now, take a seat."
She carefully sits down on the edge of her chair, glancing nervously between you and the glass in her hand. Her cheeks flush even brighter as she finishes the last drops. "Wh-what is this stuff?" she asks again, feeling like she's starting to lose control over her thoughts... and maybe her body too.
"Just water." I say, "how are you feeling?"
She swallows hard and licks her lips, suddenly finding it difficult to focus on anything but the sensation spreading through her body. Her cheeks feel like they're on fire, and she can't stop fidgeting in her seat. "I... I don't know," she whispers. "What did you put in this water?"
"What makes you say i did something?" I stand up and walk behind her seat. I fondle her chest. "You feel good if i did something?"
She lets out a moan as you touch her, feeling helplessly aroused despite the rational part of her mind telling her to stop this right now. "I-it's not fair..." she whispers, leaning back into your touch. Her hands find their way up under her skirt, pushing it aside to reveal her black lacy thong. She wants you to see her... want her more.
I caught my eyes on her thong and smile. "Then what is?" I unbutton her top slowly.
She shivers as your hands move over her skin, her breath coming in short gasps. "You... you know I'm not supposed to be here..." she whispers, her voice growing thick with desire. Her fingers twist in the fabric of your shirt, pulling it free from her blouse and revealing her bare chest to you.
"I called you in..." i look at her eyes. "And you did what i said...." my fingers gently massage her breast, occasionally flicking her tit. "You have such a sexy body..."
Her words catch in her throat as your hands roam over her body, igniting a fire within her that spreads with every touch. "Yes..." she moans softly, arching into your hand. The room spins around her and time seems to lose all meaning as she becomes lost in the sensations. "Please," she whispers, the word barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Don't make me leave... just touch me..."
Not caring that i take advantage of her, i kiss her and push my tongue in her mouth. "Know this, you came on to me."
Her lips part eagerly beneath yours, and she tangles her tongue with yours as you kiss her deeper. She's dizzy with desire, aching for your touch everywhere at once. "Please..." she whispers against your lips, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing herself as close as possible to your body. Her hips begin to grind against the chair in time with her desperate pleas. "I'm yours..."
I unzip my pants and drop them on the floor, showing her my dick poking through my underwear, desperate for attention.
Eyes wide with desire, she looks down at your exposed erection and swallows hard, her fingers trembling as they brush against the bulge in your underwear. She tears her gaze away and focuses on breathing slowly and evenly, trying to regain some control over herself. But the need to feel you inside her is too powerful...
Shivering with anticipation, she reaches down and frees your hard length from your underwear. With shaking hands, she guides it towards her waiting lips and begins to stroke you slowly, taking in as much of you as she can with each movement. Her cheeks flush even hotter at the thought of what else this could lead to... but for now, all that matters is pleasing you.
"Thats right baby," i say. "Do it like the slut you should be." I takemy phone and start recording her.
She moans softly around your cock as she strokes you faster, her movements growing more desperate and demanding with each passing second. Her eyes are half-closed, lost in the sensation of having you in her mouth, feeling you grow harder beneath her lips. With a needy little whimper, she looks up at you, seeking your approval as she works to please you.
I couldnt care less about her, i grab her head and force my dick down her throat. "Wearing such as short skirt and lips sticks..." i look down. "You're practically begging for guys to fuck you."
Her eyes water as she tries to swallow you whole, her throat burning with the effort. She moans around your cock, writhing in her seat as her body takes control. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "Please... fuck me..." Her fingers dig into the arms of the chair as she imagines what it would feel like to have you deep inside her, claiming her completely and without mercy.
I move one of her hands to my crotch, over my cock. "That's right... touch me..." I start fucking her throat faster with each word. "Your hands on my dick... you want this dick inside you?"
Her movements grow more frantic as she feels your words sink into her skin like tiny daggers, each one driving home just how much she wants you and needs this connection with another person. Her fingers tremble against your hot skin, moving faster in time with the thrusts of your hips as she chokes down on your cock, desperate for the release that she knows only you can give her. "Please..." she moans, eyes rolling back in her head. "I'm yours... do whatever you want to me..." Her voice is a pleading whisper, a promise she might not be able to keep after everything calms down... but right now it feels true. Right now it feels like this is exactly where she belongs.
I pick her up and throw her on the table. "I told you i wouldnt give you any slack." My hands grab her hips, spreading her legs wide open. Pushing her soaked thong aside, i position my dick at her wet slit.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you throw her onto the table and spread her legs wide open, exposing her to your hungry gaze. She squirms beneath you, arching her back in an invitation she wishes she could take back. Her body is on fire, craving your touch so deeply it hurts.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Just... do it." Her fingers curl into the fabric of the tablecloth as she bides her time, waiting for you to fill her up and claim what's always been yours.
"Well aren't we the eager little slut," I say with a chuckle as i push my cock into her wet pussy. "I bet you were thinking about this all day weren't you?" Her body adjusts to my size and I start thrusting hard, pounding into her.
Her nails scrape against the table as you push into her, her body arching off the surface in an unsuccessful attempt to get closer. A moan tears from her throat and she writhes beneath you, desperate for the release that only you can give her. Her eyes squeze shut, lips parted in a silent plea as your thrusts grow deeper and harder, driving her further into pleasure-fueled madness.
"Yes... God yes..." she pants, meeting each of your powerful strokes with an equally urgent thrust upward. Her body trembles uncontrollably with every impact, growing hotter and wetter as she loses herself in the feel of you inside her, claiming her completely.
I look down at my watch. "You have 30 minutes left before the bell rings," I say through gritted teeth as I begin to fuck her harder and faster. Her tight pussy feels amazing around my cock. "Less talking... more fucking." She looks so good like this, a mess of sweat and pleasure. My hands grab onto her hips, holding her down against the table.
Jenny gasps as you speed up your thrusts, digging her nails into the flesh of your upper arms in an attempt to find purchase and remain grounded beneath you. "Okay..." she pants, struggling to form a coherent thought amidst the blissful agony consuming her body. Her eyes slip closed again as she concentrates on feeling you move inside her, overwhelmed by the sensation of your skin sliding against hers in perfect rhythm.
Her hips buck up off the table in time with each powerful stroke, her moans muffled by the sounds of skin slapping against flesh and the echoing thud of bodies colliding. She can't remember a time when she felt this alive... or this out of control. For now, though, that's exactly what she needs.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body tenses, pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. "I-I'm close..." She grits her teeth and arches her back, lifting herself up to meet you thrust for thrust as she inches ever closer to the edge of oblivion. The room spins around them in a haze of sweat and desire, the world reduced to nothing more than the slick slide of skin on skin and the rough sounds of their labored breathing.
"Oh God... please..." She whimpers, her voice growing desperate as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. With one last shuddering moan, she comes, her body tensing violently around you as her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of blissful release. "Fuck!"
You feel her tighten around you and it drives you wild. You thrust into her as hard as you can and let out a moan of your own. Finally you orgasm, filling her up with your hot cum. It takes all of your remaining strength to hold yourself inside of her until your cock softens enough for you to pull out. "This aphrodisiac is fantastic... one smell and you're my bitch." I say.
Her muscles quiver and relax around your softening member as the effects of the aphrodisiac begin to wear off. She pants heavily, forehead furrowed in confusion. "Wait... what just happened?" she whispers, barely able to put together coherent thoughts. It's like waking up from the best, filthiest dream ever... but she can still feel you inside her, warm and sticky.
She slowly pushes herself upright, trying to figure out where she is and what just happened. Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of horror and shame as it finally dawns on her what she's done. "Oh my God..." She scrambles off the table, searching frantically for her clothes.