Mr. Haner

I walked back into the building. My feet took me to exactly where I needed to be. Opening the door I head into the room. "Have a seat." His words almost sound demanding. I choose to sit on top of the desk.

"Your paper was inappropriate." He says. My eye lashes bat showing my confusion. "Inappropriate?" I question. "Yes Pamela. In fact it was highly inappropriate." He states with a disappointed look on his face.

"I was simply following the assignment." "How does that qualify as what you did this summer?" I smile. "My summer was spent exactly like that." The look he gives me is nothing short of unbelieving. He shakes his head.

I knew I had to take another approach, leaning forward I give him a view of what's hidden under my shirt. My tongue swipes across my lips wetting them. "You aren't understanding me." I pause looking to him to see his reaction. When he still seems confused I continue on with my explination.

"My summer was spent with thoughts of many desires. The speed dating was just one fantasy. All different dreams filled my head. Each one of them making me hot and horny. Every time my fingers were fucking my pussy all I pictured was you Mr. Haner."

Grabbing Mr. Haner's shirt I pull him to me pressing my lips to his. My tongue shoves its way into his mouth. He quickly shows me he can take charge as his tongue domimates mine.

In an instant he is on my side of the desk. His hand slides down my skirt. "You're already wet." He hums his approval. A moan slips past my lips as his finger circles my clit. Once he's satified he pulls his finger away.

The sound of my panties ripping rouses me even more. Mr. Haners takes my hand wrapping around his cock. I give him a few strokes. "That's enough." He says letting go of my hand.

I feel his tip at my entrance. Without warning he slams his entire length into me. The moan that arises is nothing short of ear splitting.

His hand grip my hips setting a demanding rhythm. I could care less that I'd be bruised come tomorow. He pulls then thrusts back in nailing my g-spot dead on.

I push back grinding against his pelvis. The unmistakable sound of fesh on fesh meets my ears as his hands connects with my ass cheeks over and over again.

I know I'm getting close to my peak. Reaching down I frantically rub circles on my clit. Mr. Haner bites down on my neck. "Oh god yes Mr. Haner!" I scream as my release slams into me full force.

My hips keep moving. I feel his cock stiffen inside me then an explosion of liquid as he finds his own climax. He pulls out after a minute or two.

"Take a few minutes then I want that cock again. We'll see if you can fuck my ass just as good as my pussy."

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