Page 44 of See Me After Class

Thwack!She whimpered as I flicked the ruler against her ass once more.

Thwack!"And you don't want that, do you?"

"No, sir."

"Very good."

I balanced the ruler on her back and pulled out of her pussy, only to feed it back, coating it with her copious juices. She was hot, so hot.

"Fuck, yes," I groaned as I pulled out again, placed both hands on her ass cheeks, and pulled them wide apart to expose her puckered hole.

I aimed my cock at the center of her opening and began to press it home.

"OH, MY FUCK!" she cried out between gritted teeth as she felt the head of my cock begin to push against the ring. She began stimulating her clit wildly.

I eased into her with gentle, shallow thrusts until I no longer needed to hold her open. Her breathing had increased dramatically.

"How does that feel, Dr. Davenport?"

"Full," she rasped. "So full."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please! Don't ever stop."

I thoroughly enjoyed the sight of my cock spearing into her asshole as it puckered and gripped me while I slid in and out. Soon, I was plunging my entire length into her ass.

Her breathing grew more and more labored as her finger worked overtime on her clit.

"I'm almost…" She moaned as I pulled out and focused on the ruler that was still hanging on for dear life on the small of her back.

"Take your hand away," I ordered.

She moved her hand away as instructed, and I replaced it with the cool, varnished wood, rubbing it against her lips, clit, and then slapping between her legs. I increased the intensity.

Her legs responded by becoming jelly-like. "I'm coming," she cried out, spasming as she came, hard.

I dropped the ruler. Reaching forward, I clamped my palm over her mouth and pushed my cock back into her ass, pounding her until I erupted inside her asshole. She screamed into my palm as I dumped the last of my cum inside her ass.

Once I was done, I pulled out and moved away. "Straighten up," I told her, avoiding her gaze as she took a few minutes to breathe. "And show yourself out."

She fixed her skirt and pulled her coat back on. From the corner of my eye, I saw the way strands of her hair fell over her eyes. How her legs still trembled. How vulnerable she looked. I had this basic instinct that wanted to cross the boundaries that existed between us, pull her to me, and lock her in a hug.

"I'm sorry for what you saw, sir," she finally said, dallying for time. Her eyes looked hunted, but also defensive.

Questions, so many of them. "If I ask you why you were in my office at that ungodly hour, can I expect an honest answer?"

She continued regarding me with that tense look. "No."

A clang of railroad bells erupted in my mind.Danger ahead. Danger.

"Then there is nothing to apologize for," I replied brusquely. "Apologies only make sense when there is a purpose that defines them."

"I'm sorry you saw me," she quantified.

"But not sorry you were there, is that so?"

No answer.

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