Sunday, November 26, 2017

"Little One"

One thing you desperately need, I feel. You need to be gently turned over my knee, with your bottoms lowered (nothing but your bare skin showing) and then you need a proper spanking. Not a sexual one, not a playful one, not a punishment one; a proper one. You need to have your focus re-centred, because I feel you have become "out of sorts" because life has made you become an adult for too long.

I'd start with one, sharp swat right across your lower area, just above where you ass begins and your legs stop. You'd cry out, and I would lovingly ask you to keep calm. I'd start slowly, painting little pink handprints over every available part of your bottom. My swats would grow in frequency and force, but always under complete control. 
You'd probably begin to wiggle, and protest, and only then would I press your hips FIRMLY downward on my lap and say "little one, if you fight this, Sir will only have to work harder. Now, hold still and don't move." I would begin again, building slowly, 50, 100, 200 swats; my hand beginning to sting a bit, but being careful never to over-spank. Your bottom will be kept a warm, rosy pink--never red. After a few hundred swats, you'll begin to protest again, and I will press you down once more, perhaps inserting a finger inside you so that you can wiggle your bottom against it, if you need to.

This is the important part:

I will continue to spank you until FRESH TEARS FLOW. Not tears of anger, not tears of pain, not tears of panic; tears of freedom. Freedom from the cares and frustrations of being a "big girl", and having the gift of returning to "little space" under Sir's firm, loving hand.

Sir will never over-spank.

Sir will never use this spanking in a sexual way.

Sir will gently rub your bottom afterward while kissing away your tears, smoothing your hair, and rocking you like the little that you are.

*for the little girl in white, from Jacob*

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Milk and Honey

Yes it has been forever and a day since I have written a damn thing. What keeps me from writing is the same thing that keeps someone who is unable to run cross country from going to the park where people are on the jogging trails 24/7 in their cute little spandex shorts and iPod earbuds. If we can't have it, it hurts like hell to even think about it.

So up until now I have pretty much kept my geographical location out of things. Partly because of the irrational need to remain private, but also because I didn't feel it relevant to anything I was writing. Hell, what I have written was not an attempt to lure local girls to my bedroom. It was an outlet for my imagination and frustration. But I think I can pretty much abandon that idea now. I don't care if you know where I am. I'm not exactly going to point you to my door or to my lunchtime coffee hangout, but why not tell you about my city?

I live in Auburn, Alabama. Not exactly in the heart of town, but close enough to everything to be able to enjoy the city. I have lived here for about ten years. A lot has happened to me, but I won't bore you with all of that garbage. This is a college town, and I get to see the best and brightest young people of today come and go, along with the dumbest and most useless. I have sat in Toomer's drugstore drinking lemonade, strolled past Samford Hall, wandered through Tigertown, and jogged through Kiesel Park.

So right about now you are thinking that I ogle all the college girls and imagine myself sleeping with every new flavor of teenage legs that walks by with a Tigers college tee strained across her breasts.


In fact, most teenage girls turn me off. By teenagers, I don't just mean people in their teens. I mean any college student that giggles like an idiot, twirls their hair, and is obviously one of those people in high school who cared more about their iPhone than their grades. Today I want to tell you about something that did turn me on, and it was a humdinger, let me say that right now.

And there is nothing redeeming about this whatsoever. It is 100% pure lust. I was at a coffee shop in town, and there was a group of students milling about laughing and yelling about youtube videos they had seen online, and about who did this and who did that, and who got who got shit-faced from too much alcohol. Standard teenage silliness. I was sitting at my booth alone with my Kindle and coffee. I was dressed from a day at work; khakis and a dress shirt with loosened tie. I glanced over at the group from time to time, wondering if any of these kids cared about the education they had here more than their peers' escapades. One girl in particular was painfully adorable, tight little tank top "Aubie Girl" shirt, perfectly formed little baseball sized breasts, legs that went on forever...from the cute little sandals she wore that showed off her french manicured toes all the way up to where her gym shorts barely hid the gorgeous silhouette of her sex. Yes, of course I am looking. I am dead on staring; and for a moment, I think I see a tiny whisp of dark curlies peek out. My mind dissolves into what her arousal would taste and smell like as I ravaged her body with kisses from her head to beautiful toes. I'm 37, so I am twice her age, most likely. She has probably had at least one or two sexual partners by now, and maybe one of them has actually made her climax of his own accord. I imagine how it would be if I had her to myself for a night. I would not even begin my pleasure until I had made her so hot she was gasping for words, and even then I would want at least one spine twisting orgasm to rack her body before my cock even made it's way into her hands. I imagined what her little puckered lips would look and feel like as they slipped over the head of my cock, and how I would have to WILL myself not to explode in her mouth from the mental image of that alone. This entire fantasy was interrupted, however, because I was not vigilant enough about my own bearings, and as I looked longingly at her mouth, I became aware that she was looking back at me. My eyes locked with hers, and for a split second there was that moment of "What happens here, I wonder?" The movies fill our heads with images of the girl smiling demurely as she lowers her eyes, and then leaving the restaurant with a giggle and a second glance stolen at the gentleman...teasing him with her eyes. That isn't how it happens in real life though. In reality, what happened was she wrinkled her nose, rolled her eyes, and wrapped one arm around the college guy standing behind her. He leaned over and kissed her, and the moment was gone. Their party got up and left soon after, and I was alone again.

That was when I saw her. She was not a student; not at the moment anyway. Right now she was a waitress. Maybe she works to pay her way through college. Maybe she lives here in town. Maybe her grades weren't good enough for college, but she needed the job...who knows? I could find all these things out I suppose, but she is very busy. Lunch rush has ended and she is cleaning up getting ready for the next wave. What sexy outfit is she wearing, you ask? A dark green polo that has faded areas from repeated washings, a pair of black uniform pants, no-slip shoes, and her hair is in a ragged ponytail. She walks with purpose, towel in hand ready to wipe tables. The outline of her cell phone shows through the back pocket of her pants. She is maybe early twenties, at most. She looks at me, smiles, walks over and asks if I want more coffee. Her nametag says Jessica. I nod yes, and she returns to top me off. As she walks back to the counter, I see her stop for a moment, look both ways, and slip off one shoe. Little white no-show socks reveal an ankle that tapers upward to nicely defined legs, as far as I can see. She leans against the counter, brings her foot up, and massages the sole deeply. Her eyes roll back in her head for a moment, and slipping her shoe back on, she pauses to do the same for the other foot. The front door buzzes, and she quickly slips the shoe back on, goes to the hand sanitizer station, washes up, and puts on a smile for the customer with the to-go order. I forget myself for a moment and allow my mind to wander again...

In my mind, she walks back over to me, and tells me her story. How she got here, what she wanted in life, and how she will get it or die trying. We talk of how I know she WILL get what she wants because I see how hard she works, and how I think a beautiful young lady like herself has the world at her feet, she just needs to wake up and see what I already see in her eyes. We talk off and on between customers, and when things get busy again, she says "Maybe we can...I dunno?" I ask when she gets off work, and she writes her number on a napkin. I come back at the end of her shift, and she nervously smiles and suggests that me might go back to her place for a beer.

On the drive back to her apartment, she talks for a few minutes, then nods off a few times...utterly exhausted and sleep deprived. When we get there, she sits down and immediately starts to get back up to get the drink for me. I step over to her, gently push her back down on the sofa, and say "You rest; I will get it." I find the drinks in her fridge, and walk back to her with a pillow I have grabbed from the chair by the TV. I hand her the glass, sit at her feet, sliding a pillow under her knees, and resting her feet in my lap. I remove one shoe and then the other, then begin a slow, deep massage of each foot from her heel all the way to her toes. Her head lies back against the sofa, and little moans of pleasure escape her. I work intently on each foot, and then move up to her ankles and lower calves. She is now completely relaxed, and she says "If you keep that up, I will fall asleep. I know I will." I tell her to do what she feels, and she says "Do you mean that?" I tell her yes, and she unbuttons her slacks and sheds them to the floor. I take a moment to enjoy the view of her legs. I was right, they are trim and lithe, but totally relaxed at this moment. She lies her head back again. I gently massage her legs now, working up to just below her knees. She smiles and says "I will give you exactly four hours to stop that." I work slowly upward, careful not to overstep my bounds. Her lacy boyshorts reveal a firm, tight little bottom. I ask if she would like me to work on her back, and she says "Oh, God yes..." and she stands and strips off her shirt. Her little bra leaves nothing to the imagination, and when she lies down on the couch, I explore the hard lines in her shoulder blades and her lower spine. She lets out a "Mmm." every now and then, and I finally hear a sound I knew was coming. Measured, even breaths and a slight tiny little snore.

She is out.

I sit there patiently. Two hours pass, and finally she stirs. She apologizes profusely, and starts to get up. Once again, I tell her to stay put. She sits back down, and looks up at me with such a beautiful face that I can hardly imagine the waitress that once lived inside it. I ask her if she would like to wash up, and she says she would. She goes to the bathroom and runs a bath, then tells me she will be out soon. I sit and wait, and after a few moments, I hear her say "Would you mind doing something for me?" I stand at the door and say "What do you need?" She says "I would love it if you would wash my back." A lump is in my throat. I step through the door and see her turned away from me, sitting in a tub of bubbles. She nods toward the sponge hanging from the shower head, and I take it and work it up into a lather. I wash her back, and she reaches back to her ponytail and pulls it to the side. I wash her neck and shoulders, and then prepare to exit so that she can have more alone time. She thanks me, and I smile as I see the smallest hint of a nipple peeking from beneath her arm.

I step outside, and become aware that I am fully aroused and hard as steel. I push this thought from my head as best I can as I hear water running and then draining from the tub from behind the door. Suddenly, I hear her voice again. "Could you do me one last favor?" I tell her "Yes." through the door, and without warning, the door opens. She stands there, fully naked, nipples responding to the change in temperature, and her little hard belly trembling in the chill. Without any control left, I slide to my knees in front of her, and looking up into the carefully manicured patch of pubic hair framing her clit, I bury my face into her crotch, my tongue finding her clit in one smooth movement. Her body falls slowly back against the wall, and she cries out in one long moan "Oh God, that! Yes please..."

(to be continued...)

Tuesday, April 3, 2012


Summer; it always makes things uncomfortably humid, and today that fact is the only excuse I can give for the slight woozy feeling in my ears as I approach your door. It has been a long, long time since I have found the courage to to do anything like this. In my relationship, I am the one in control. Now, to a degree, I am surrendering that control to a stranger. I am both excited, aroused, and utterly terrified.

But I won't turn back now.

I knock gently, and my heart hammers in my chest as I hear footsteps inside. I have tried to dress nicely, but not be awkward. I don't know why I stressed over this so much. I mean, what isn't awkward about this? The door opens, and you are there. The smile that washes over your face melts away any reservations I have for the moment, and I step inside. Your home is inviting, but very lived in. I like that, and you apologize for the mess that I can't see.

We make very awkward small talk, and I feel my foot twisting on the floor. I'm nervous, and you can see it. You walk over to me, put your hands on my shoulders, and lock your eyes with mine.

"Relax, please." You say with a smile. "I know you've waited for this a long, long time. I want to make your first time so unbelievable that every woman after me will be held to this standard in your mind."

You know that because I have no prior experience with being given oral all the way, that your performance will be unparalleled no matter what. You consider this, and giggle inside as you know that no matter how badly you suck (ah, what a nice pun that is) that I will be so overwhelmed by your mouth that I will cry out your name again and again!

"This will be good." you whisper under your breath.

You take my hand, and lead me over to a comfortable spot on your sofa. I sit, and you begin by kissing a spot on my neck that you know will stimulate the nerve impulses that will ignite my arousal. Your lips dance gently across my neck, and the first pulses of need surge from my cock, and the head strains gently against it's boundaries.

As if by instinct, your hand finds the bulge in my crotch, and cups it softly, then a gentle squeeze. My cock surges upward to meet your caress, and I hear your laugh softly. You know your craft, and I can only hope that you will be gentle with me.

You fall to your knees, your eyes never leaving mine. My whole body is shivering with need. You unbuckle my belt, and with each movement your hands deftly execute, my cock pulses with my heartbeat. As your find my boxers, there is no way to conceal anything anymore. The head is at 12 o'clock, and straining for release. You tuck your fingers under the waistband, and lower my boxers. My cock is surging at it's full 6 inch length, and I feel a moment of slight embarrassment that I am not as long as most men claim to be. The head of my cock is full and round, and bouncing lightly with anticipation. You smile, wet your mouth, and I groan LOUDLY as I feel your lips slip over the head.

Your mouth is beyond description, and I won't even attempt to describe your technique. Maybe you could describe it to me in a message. (God, I would LOVE that!)

As your pursue my arousal, I feel myself getting closer and closer. I groan again, and say "Not yet, oh god not yet!" You slow your efforts, wanting to show me all you are capable of. You switch techniques, and I find what feels like a completely different set of lips on my cock, but it is only a testimony to your perfection in this area. I twist in my seat, whimpering like a child, and begging for more...more...more!

After several minutes of this, I feel my orgasm welling up from deep inside. I mentally focus ALL my efforts on NOT allowing it to overcome me, but your tongue proves too talented for my self control. My body stiffens, and with my final sane thought I cry out your name. The head of my cock swells likes a ripe plum about to burst, and with your last move, your begin to suck the head like a lollipop. My first spasm is so intense my back arches like a bowed string, and I growl like an animal. You gently sweep your tongue back and forth as each spurt finds it's mark, and as the spasms subside, you sadistically continue the stimulation, as sensory overload sweeps across me again and again.

I beg you to stop, and with your eyes locked onto mine, you give one last loving suck...and I collapse with complete awe and worship of the gift you have just that will be remembered by me for the rest of my life, as will you, it's giver.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Tender Trap

I awaken from a dreamless sleep, and feel the breeze from an open window caress my skin. I lie naked in the bed, arms and legs tangled in soft, whine linen. The sound of wind chimes lilts softly in my ears from the porch outside, and the light from the sunrise teases the room's shadows with playful radiance.

I stretch, and feel my muscles wake. I sigh with contentment, and imagine what the day might bring. Morning erotic feelings awaken, and I feel the semi-erect shaft of my cock caress the sheets as I turn to sit up.

Without warning, from below the bed, the sheets and blankets are jerked away. I gasp, and see you looking at me with mischief in your smile. I sit up, and shake my head and grin. "Now you have made me cold, silly girl."

You bite your bottom lip, and say "Am I in trouble, Sir?"

I stare back at you, and with a smile in my voice I reply "Perhaps you should find a way to warm me back up."

My cock swells in anticipation of what I am wanting, and I see you glance lower, and your breath catch in your throat. "Yes sir...I will."

I lie back, waiting for the moment your lips will slip over the head and I will lose my mind at the skill of your tongue. You giggle, and I feel your body crawl toward me. Your tongue glides in one sweet stroke from the base of my cock to the head. My spine arches, and I moan in agony "Oh, God, please sweet girl...make me come."

A giggle again.

I feel you crawl over me, you kiss my nipples, and suck them gently as my cock surges to it's full length in response to your caress. I open my eyes and see your face, your eyes look DEEP into mine. You smile, and I feel your opening below as it teases the head of my cock. You are wet...very have been masturbating while I was asleep. You see my look of knowing, and you blush.

You pin my hands behind my head, and whisper in my ear "For you..."

I feel the head of my cock slip into the little cradle of your opening, and I gasp as your muscles crown the head. You look DEEP into my eyes once gently...and thrust downward with all your might...

Saturday, January 14, 2012

What If....

"I wonder what you taste like..."


Today I made my way into the bedroom, and found you touching yourself. I stood silently, watching you. After a moment, I spoke up "Would you like me to assist you?" You gasped, and quickly collected yourself in embarrassment, covering yourself with blankets. I came over, kissed your body from your neck down to your center, trailing kisses as I went. Your body reacted with little sighs and whimpers, and when my tongue found you clit, you went insane. Your body twisted, your back arched, you fingers dug into my shoulders. I fought the urge to fuck you, knowing that the possibility of my need being fulfilled was great if I held my focus on it's current target. With each sweep of my tongue across your clit, your cries came louder, and I felt your legs closing around my head. You gasped...", god...." and when your legs tensed I focused my tongue FULLY on your clit, sweeping the flat of my tongue back and forth across it...your body violently jerked upward again and again, and only after what seemed like a seizure of pure electricity coursing through your body did you finally fall peacefully back to earth.

I stroked your neck and cheek, kissing your nipples lightly, and then stood by the bedside, my cock hard as steel and jerking involuntarily with need. You looked over, encircled it with your hand, and began jerking me off...lightly at first...and with increasing speed. I groaned under your touch and begged for you to suck me. You smiled, and slipped to your knees. Your skin was still flushed, and when your lips parted, I felt your breath coming in little gasps. The initial contact of your tongue made my spine arch backward, and when you began rolling your tongue around and around the head, I doubled over and cradled your head gently in my arms, whispering "I love you...I love you...oh, god...I love you...more...please more'..."

I was already turned on from watching your own body climax, and your movements were so perfect that I felt myself slipping over into pre-orgasmic waves of pleasure. I knew what would happen in a moment, and so I pulsed my cock in your mouth of my own accord so I could at least imagine what this would feel like. You began humming, looking up into my eyes for the cue that we knew you demanded from earlier conversations. The eye contact made my orgasm close in around me like a cloak of pent-up explosives ready to ignite. I felt the rush sweep over me, and tried to imagine what it would feel like if you would only allow me to...if only you would...

"I'm going to...come..!!" I cried out. In my mind, I prepared for what I knew would happen. You pulled away, the air cold around my cock, and frantically began jerking me off as the first spurt shot over your shoulder, and the second and third and fourth sprayed onto the towel in front of you. You cleaned up, and stood looking into my eyes. "Thank you for last night. See you at work." You blow me a kiss, and gather your clothes as your make your way to the door.

As your car pulls away, I close my eyes and imagine your tongue on me cock at the point of bursting...and while I would never feel this with you, I imagine what it might feel like... cock is jerking involuntary under the skilled attention of your tongue. My mind races with shapeless thoughts that swirl around and around in time with the movement of your tongue. Your lips create a perfect suction as your mouth goes up and down...up and down...I forget reality and slip into another universe, in which the only things present are my body, my cock, and your mouth and tongue. You control me completely with your mouth, I am yours now and forever, and as my come rises within me, I cry out to you...

"Oh, God....NOW!"

You slow your movements, focusing fully on the head of my cock as the first spurt surges into your mouth. You moan, and I feel your tongue sweep it away with each shot I deliver, and finally, when I have lost all sense of how many spurts have escaped my cock, you pull gently away, smile, swallow, and stand next to me...searching my eyes for reaction to your efforts. I look into your face, cradle your chin in my hands, lean forward, and kiss you...deeply...tasting myself on you...and loving you as I never imagined love could be.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012


"I want to call you sir. I want to call you anything to make you groan."


I was lying back on a bed...YOUR bed...I  knew where I was. I looked over to where I had placed you, facing the corner. Your hands where clasped behind your back, tied with a black silk scarf.

I called to you "Young lady." You gasped "Oh, god...yes sir!" I smiled and walked over to you. You were wearing a cute little bra and panty set, and a little tight t-shirt that showed off your lines. I ran my hand from just below your knees, all the way up to your bottom, giving it a light "tap" that made you jump. I made my way up, sliding my hands under your shirt, kissing your spine ALL the way to the nape of your neck, and wrapping my arms around you and allowing my crotch to press against your bottom.

(you breathed out and said "yes, sir.")

I whispered to you "You kept me waiting quite a long time for this, didn't you?" You shuddered, and I said "I'm a very patient person, but you made me quite frustrated. There should be consequences."

You whispered "Yes, sir...please."

I walked you over to your bed, and as I sat down, I laid you across my lap. I took your panties down to just below your ass, and reached around to feel your clit for a I suspected, you were already wet. I said "Mhmm...the little girl is already anticipating, and needing her discipline."

"Yes, sir..." you say

I lean over, kissing your bottom as I roughly squeeze your cheeks to prepare them for the spanking I am going to administer. Your breathing is heavy now, and when I deliver the first "crack" of my hand to your lower bottom, you cry out "Oh, GOD!!...I mean, yes sir...please more." Again I spank swat after another, painting a ping glow allover your bottom, and feeling your wetness become so evident I sense a drop trickle down to my knee. You whimper with each swat...and then a new sound...from the whimpers come moans...and then guttural pant louder as I stop my count at 50, and then let you slip off my lap.

I stand, and you are kneeling at my feet. You look up at me, and see that my cock is SO HARD that the head stands out round and pulsing from the shaft, my entire cock jumping to my own heartbeat. You look at the wet your lips...and you look up at me again.

"Does sir need me to take care of this?"

I try to remain stern, but the idea is so wonderful and unbelievable, that a moan comes from me as I said "Oh, God please...yes, little girl!"

You grin, biting your bottom lip. Then you lean forward, look up at me one last time, and say "I want to swallow your cum, please let me give you this pleasure?"

I don't have time to respond, as your lips slip over the head...

As the initial contact of your tongue sends me into a spiral of unbridled passion. Your tongue creates beautiful little pulses of electricity that rack my body with uncontrollable spasms. You know how vocal I am, and my cries to you of "Oh, god, god yes...more please....dear...god!!" send you into a childish frenzy of sadistic desire for my own orgasm. I reach down to your breasts, cupping them gently and letting my index finger and thumb massage your nipples. One of your hands cradles and massages my balls while the other circles my cock. Your fingers and mouth create an indescribable sensation of orgasmic bliss as I feel my climax approaching. I know this will be so wonderful that words fail me to even begin to describe, and I gently place my hands on both sides of your head...guiding your mouth up and down....up and down....up and down....oh...god....!!

I feel the rush sweep over me, and I cry out your name as my orgasm finds it's mark, one spurt after another slamming against your flashing tongue. I almost lose my balance, holding your shoulders for support, and you continue to suck me...gently. I fall to my knees next to you, cradle your head against my shoulder.

"I love you."

I am yours...

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Extra Credit

A knock on my door startles me, and after saying "come in, please" I see the timid beautiful eyes of a student in my first hour class. I've watched this one before. She tries very hard, and I know she is capable of much better grades, but when with good looks comes more distraction, and this young lady is so beautiful I have even caught myself stealing wayward glances.

"Professor, I'm sorry to bother you. I just need some advice." she says.

I remember her name now, Megan. Her blonde hair seems to float weightlessly on her shoulders, and her eyes are so curious and bright that they seem to dance when she smiles. Her voice is so lovely, like a little girl trying to sound so grown-up. She's seen so much, and has so much more to see.

"Yes, Megan...anything I can do. Go for it."

"Really Sir?" she says "Well, yeah, I guess I should just go for it sir...just ask straight out, right?"

I'm confused now "Megan, what can I do for you?"

Her breathing is quickened, and she looks like a child about to give her first public speech.

"I need...(breathing) discus...(breathing) grades, sir." she pants loudly, as if her courage was just spent. "I'm concerned that I won't make an A this quarter, and that HAS to happen. I'll lose my scholarship."

I lean forward on my desk, and lower my hands, twirling a pencil. "Megan, you just have to apply yourself more. You are smart, and you have the ability, you just need to focus."

"If I do as you suggest, sir...and FOCUS, is an "A" possible?" she asks

I glance over my records, and run an average based on perfect scores from this point forward. I look back at her, and clear my throat "Megan, even if you ace everything from now until the end of the quarter, the best you can hope for is a B. You would be 3 points short of an A, I'm afraid. I'm sorry."

She looks nervous, and bites her bottom lip. She collapses in the chair across from me. Her head goes back, and she sighs loudly "Oh shit...this isn't happening...oh, god." She continues to ramble, but my eyes have drifted from my papers in front of me, and now are fully focused on the short skirt she is wearing, and how her legs have fallen limp, and the little black lace panties that cover her crotch. My mind goes astray, imagining what that little pussy would look like...carefully manicured, rosy pink lips, a little red clit that needed to be suckled by MY mouth until her legs clamped over my head and her climax shot through her bod....

"Mr Allen?!"

I am jolted form my fantasy...and see her eyes locked onto mine...first shock, then a slight grin as she crossed her legs.

"Megan! I'm sorry...I was thinking...I mean, I wasn't thinking...I was lost there...for a moment....I just..." I stammered.

"Mr Allen....please, don't be sorry. " She laughed nervously. "You're a man...and I'm just a girl...and we have to agree that these things just happen, right?"

I have no words...I'm lost in her eyes...

"And sir.." she uncrosses her legs "Is THIS what you were wanting to see?" she spreads her legs a little, hikes her skirt up, and leans back to let my eyes roam over her crotch area.

My own breath is gone. I am speechless and terrified...but yet becoming so aroused I can't hide, save for the desk in front of me.

Her fingers go to her crotch, slip under her panties, and she rubs her clit area...her eyes close...and then she brings her fingers back to her mouth, tasting them.

I groan...and her eyes meet mine again..a bigger smile now..she has me, and she knows it.

She stands, and walks toward my desk. Reaches under her skirt, removes her panties, and walks to me, tucking her panties in my right shirt pocket.

"For later...for you" she says.

She sits on my desk, her legs facing me, and she scoots back as pencils and papers fall to the floor. Her chuck taylors rest on my knees. Her hands go to her crotch again, rubbing, then she lets them linger under my nose. Her smell is hot, sweet, and so warm I find it impossible to not close my eyes and revel in it. Her fingers touch my lips, and I lick them gently...her taste is SO GOOD. I need her...want her..must HAVE her.

She rocks back on the desk, legs spread, her converse sneakered feet now fall across my shoulders as her legs part. I see her pussy, so beautiful and perfect...glistening mind is telling me "NO! You can't do this!"

But her hands slide around the back of my neck, and she says in a whisper:

"I'm yours, sir...taste me, please..."

I lose all rational thought as those words grant me entrance to her lovely young pussy lips. I lean forward, her legs close over my head, and my lips cover her clit as my tongue flicks back and forth across it...her hands grip my head, and her hips grind forward. I am granted NO AIR, but the fragrance of her desire is like the PURE oxygen I so desperately need. I lick from her clit, down to her opening, lapping up any juices her body grants me...ravenously enjoying each taste. I cup her hips and bottom in my hands, and insert one finger in her pussy, wiggling it across her inner "joy button" all the while, my pursuit of her orgasm continues. I feel her legs closing tightly around my head,a nd her hips bucking. I stop the back and forth and focus FULLY on her clit now...not letting up on it...licking it faster and faster...tasting her wetness with each pass. Her breathing comes in choppy gasps...and her next words ring so loudly I fear the ceiling may collapse:

"Oh...Mr....Allen....I'm...I'm...oh God...I'm going GOD!!"

Her legs ratchet inward, locking my head in their grip. Her second spasm rewards me with a gentle rush of the sweetest, most erotic juices I have ever enjoyed...the most perfect wine of HER orgasm, given to me. I drink all of it...licking her insides clean..and allowing my tongue to BEG for more.

Her legs relax, and her body falls limp. I reach down to help her to sit up, and her body trembles like mad. She nervously plays with my tie...and looks into my eyes.

"Oh, God...sir...thank you...thank you...I was going to try to use this to get a better grade, but I didn't know you would make me come THAT hard sir...oh, God...I owe you TWICE now!" Her hands are still trembling.

I step away from the desk, and she stands in front of me, legs wobbling. She looks into my eyes, and says "Mr. Allen...can I kiss you? Please?" My legs go weak, and I pull her to me, our lips joining and her mouth parting as my tongue finds hers and we explore each other's mouths. Her kiss is electric, and her hips now find mine as she grips my waist and back. My cock feels the contact, and as if it weren't already so hard it ached, it swelled against her. Her hips responded by pressing forward, and and then her legs buckled again.

"I need to sit, Sir...please?" she asked.

I walked her over to the chair near the wall, and she sat down...her hand tracing the bulge in my pants...and then the tiniest giggle escaped her lips.

"Mr. Allen...I'm this to you?"

I was so turned on I lost all inhibitions.

"Indeed you did, Ms. Megan...and I expect you to finish what you start."

Her eyes looked up to mine, a smile, and she unzips my slacks and finds my throbbing cock inside. She pulls it out, and the head is so large and hard that it is a dark pink in color, and pulsing with my heartbeat.

"Oh sir...please let me taste YOU now..."

And she smiled as her lips slipped over the head.

The initial contact was SO intense I groaned her name out loudly "Megan!!! Oh, GOOD...oh, SO good....your tongue...oh your damn good...FUCK!!!'

Her tongue danced across the underside of my cock, tasting it, suckling it like a lollipop. I feel my come rising inside cock begins to pulse madly, and as if she senses what is about to happen, her hand goes to my balls and gently. My mind is in a euphoric state of delirium, and my last sane thought is that I don't want to NOT warn her.

"Megan...I'm going to...come SO HARD, Megan!"

Her left hand squeezes my balls again gently, her right index finger and thumb form a hard "O" around the base of the shaft, and her mouth swallows my cock to the hilt. I lose my mind as my orgasm surges through me, the spasms are so intense I cry out her name one spurt after another shoots into her mouth. Again and again she swallows, and when I think I have no come left to give, she squeezes my balls one last time, and I feel one tiny spurt ooze out as she swallows my final offering.

She stands in front of me, and I kiss her again, tasting myself on her and wanting NOTHING more than to fuck her now...but my body is so weak I can hardly stand.

She pulls away, looks at me, and says with a twinkle in her eye...

"Every day sir..."

"Every day."

For the girl this was written for, and inspired by, I miss you so much it hurts.