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“G et down,” Richard snapped, not exactly pushing the girl away but urging her off of his lap and down under the desk with an insistence that brokered no argument from her. Then, heart pounding like a drum in his chest, he turned back to the screen.

The Skype video call was getting close to timing out.

Resisting the urge to glance down to the girl’s hideaway, he accepted the video call, then forced a broad smile. “Hey Al.”

His wife’s avatar minimised, and Alice’s smoky gaze met his.

“Not interrupting anything, am I, Dick? ” Even wrapped around an insinuation, her husky tone made his dick hard all over again.

Or maybe it was just the sight of her all dressed up in her ‘ work wear ’. No doubt, the sight of Alice in that tan blazer, button up blouse, and white pencil skirt had fuelled more than a few teenage boys to lock themselves in the toilets for an extended break.

“Nah, just taking my break. How’s work?”

“Boring,” she pouted. “I seem to spend all day either marking half-term homework or giving out detentions… Errr, I hate November.”

“Aww… don’t worry, love, it’ll soon be Christmas.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ha… ha… ha… Don’t remind me.”

Alice loved her work. She loved being a teacher, but there were times when the job didn’t love her. “Speaking of Christmas, you left your lunch at home, so I gave Rebecca a call and asked her to pop in with something special for you.”

Her tone was playful, but the edge to her voice sent a shiver down his spine, and he found himself glancing down at the dark space under his desk.

“Yeah… she just left.” He picked up his still wrapped sandwich and held it up for her to see.

A ghost of a smile curved the corner of her mouth and the tip of her tongue darted out across her plump upper lip. “Mmm… good, because I have a little surprise for you.”

Momentarily lost in all the memories of just what that tongue and mouth could do, Richard could only swallow. “Oh…”

She leaned back in her big black chair and began working on the buttons of her blouse. “I admit I was rather miffed with you over the weekend for getting in so late the other night, but I think I know a way for you to make it up to me...”

Richard couldn’t believe his eyes. “Jesus, Alice… are you mad?”

“Come on Dick , I don’t have long till my next class… mmm… one of my students might come by at any minute…” As the last button came undone, the blouse fell open to tease him with a glimpse of her breasts, full and firm and absolutely luscious, before she pressed it closed. “Whoopsie…”

“Tease.”

“Aww… remember how we used to do this whenever one of us was working late… come on baby…” She let one corner of the garment slide down to reveal her left breast before cupping it. “Mmm… you like these baby, God I wish you were here… I’m so horny… I just want to jerk your big dick off with my tits and watch you paint them with all your yummy cum…”

Richard had to force himself to breathe as he watched his wife raise her tit up to her mouth and swirl her tongue around the pebbled nipple. She knew how much he loved her tits. Knew just how to use them to drive him wild.

“A-Alice…”

“Do you want me to beg for it… want me to get down on my hands and knees… and beg to see your cock…” The blouse fell open completely as Alice pushed her breasts together, making them bounce and jiggle before rolling the dusky nipples between her fingers and thumbs. “Mmm… you’re so bad. Do it, Dick, I want your cock.”

And his cock definitely wanted her.

That throaty husk of hers had him as hard as steel.

Sensation rippled up and down his length as it fought to be free of its restraints. So insistent and demanding, his white knuckled grip on the armrests of his chair was all that kept him from ripping open his chinos and giving her the show she craved.

Then he felt something brush against his leg.

He froze.

He knew he shouldn’t look, but his eyes had a will of their own. Drawn down like magnets to watch the slow seduction of a hand rising from under the desk. Slowly, step by step, walking up his leg bit by bit towards the bulge of his cock, getting closer and closer and…

“ Fuck …” A ragged breath left him in a rush as soft digits curled around his imprisoned length and gave it a testing squeeze.

“That’s it, grab it baby, tell me how big it is… so big and hard and full of cum…” Alice panted in her hot breathy tone, the fingers of her left hand roughly attending to her nipple, twisting and tugging in the way that always got her hot. “Just thinking about you sitting there, jerking your big dick for me… mmm… gets me so wet. Does it feel good, Dick?”

“Yeah… so fucking good…” Richard groaned, Rebecca’s small hand fisting him through his trousers, pumping along his length from root to head, her movements slow but urgent. He tried to focus on the screen, on his wife, to blot out the sensations Rebecca was sending sizzling through him, but he was too finitely aware of her. Aware of her shuffling closer, her head of dark chocolate hair creeping out from beneath the table, her free hand creeping up his other leg. Moving higher and higher towards his zipper.

He needed to stop this. He needed to stop her, but when he tried, his body had a will of its own. Instead of pushing her away, his hands just undid the fastenings of his belt and trousers. Then Rebecca’s hand was dragging him from the confines of his boxers, and it was too late.

“Suck it.” The command was out before he knew what he was saying.

“Fuck yes, baby, I love sucking your cock…" Alice moaned on the screen, thinking the command was for her. “I really wish you were here. Your cock's so big and tasty. I could suck it all day, jerking you off with my tits until you paint my face with your cum. Or would you just bend me over and pound-pound me… pound me from behind…”

She was getting close; he could hear it in her voice. Richard could imagine her hand under the desk, fingers pushing under the silk of her panties to rub her clit. “Stick it in me Dick. I need it. I’ve been such a naughty schoolgirl, bend me over your desk and punish me… punish me with it… spank my ass with your cock and use my naughty little pussy… she’s so nice and hot and wet for you… just begging to get your dick off- oh shit!”

Through the speakers, the school bell sounded faint and distant, but it hit Alice like ice.

In a flash, she was up and pulling herself together as the hall outside filled with the shouts and bangs of children running to their next class. “Sorry babe, gotta go, but we’ll finish this later,” she promised, before killing the Skype connection with a click of her mouse.

Richard hardly noticed.

Instead, his eyes never strayed from the vision of Rebecca’s big doe eyes staring up at him from beneath her bangs as her pink lips wrapped around his cock. A picture of innocence and wickedness. Then she was taking him in. Those lush lips brushing over his glands and down his shaft. The wet heat of her mouth enveloped him, sucking him in all the way to the gate of her throat, before pulling back to mouth his sensitive crown.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, Mr Martin,” she purred, teasing his underside with slow licks. “I’m sorry, I know it’s wrong, but after Friday night, I just can’t help myself…”

“It’s okay Rebecca, that wasn’t… it-it’s not your fault.”

Richard groaned, his head rolling back as the hand still holding him began pumping up and down.

“It’s alright, Mr Martin. I know you're only saying that. It’s all my fault. I’m such a naughty girl, going down on you while you’re talking to your wife. Have I been bad, Mr Martin?”

“Yeah, so very bad.”

“Do you like it Mr Martin?

“ Yes .” The feeling was so intense that Richard’s death grip almost snapped the arms clean off his chair.

“Are you going to punish me?”

“Oh yes, I’m going to put you over my knee alright, and if you don’t make me cum quickly, I’ll bend you over and fuck you across this desk until you can’t walk straight.”

“Oh, promises, promises…”

She took him back into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, head bobbing up and down while fisting his root, making up whatever she lacked in experience with enthusiasm.

“Mmm… yes, yes, yes… just like that…” Richard groaned, almost as much for her benefit as for his, the words just tumbling out as he melted back into his chair. His hands lost themselves in the silky softness of her hair. He gathered up and pushed back a wing of dark chocolate that had fallen out of place, before fisting it as the flat of her tongue swirled around his crest once, twice, thri- oh fuck!

The sensation came upon him so quickly, he didn't have a chance to voice a warning before his hot cum fired into her greedy mouth. His orgasm ripped through him hard enough for black spots to dance before his eyes, but Rebecca accepted everything he had to give her.

She drank every drop. Swallowing greedily as it flowed, sucking when the tide ebbed. And all the while watching him, those big doe eyes bright with… what?

Satisfaction at having brought him to orgasm so easily?

Or excitement about future possibilities?

Only when she had finally milked him dry and his fingers slipped from her hair did she release his still firm erection and stand back up. Taking the napkin from the uneaten sandwich, she wiped her lovely rosy lips clean. Stepping around his chair, she lent down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I better get back. See you later, Mr Martin.”

“Rebecca wait-” Richard started, but her cute little derriere was already sashaying out the office, the door slamming shut behind her.

His fist hit the desk, hard enough to make the structure tremble. “Shit!”

You stupid bloody bastard, he cursed inwardly as guilt and shame raked him with claws of ice and fire, respawning the sicking knot deep in his guts. How the fuck could he have been so stupid to have let that happen, again?

A ping sounded from the computer, making Richard’s heart leap into his throat. His head snapped up to see the icon for the unfinished report flash. The ping was a pre-programed reminder to warn the user whenever a file had been open and inactive for too long.

Richard contemplated it for a second. “Fuck it!”

Tapping a few keys, he deleted his notes, closed the document and forwarded it in an email to Scarlet’s inbox.

They were right. It wasn’t his job anymore. What the fuck did it matter, anyway?

Shoving himself into his trousers and refastening his belt, he grabbed his untouched sandwich and took a bite.

Only, he’d lost his appetite.