After a few minutes of unrelenting thrusting from Ryan, Matilda began to dig her heels into the desk, forcing her hips up higher, so that Ryan could assume the position that Greg had utilized so effectively earlier on. Once he stood up and carried his weight on his hands, Matilda proceeded to wrap her smooth legs around his waist as he drove into her with force. To either side of her, Josh and Greg now had their hands placed at the backs of their heads as Matilda controlled them with her expert hands wrapped around their re-hardening cocks.
Sweat dripped from Ryan’s brow, falling steadily onto Matilda’s stomach as he increased his pace, feeling Matilda climax for the second time beneath him. She exhaled heavily, panting beneath Ryan as he continued to maintain his pace, while Matilda slowed down noticeably with her hand work. Professor Cooper rose from his chair and began to circle the desk.
“You’re almost at the finish line now girl, don’t let these two lovely guys down for a second time now.” He laughed as she shut her eyes tight and bit her bottom lip as she summoned her last remaining fibers of strength to increase her pressure and speed on the two stiffening cocks to either side of her face.
Simultaneously, Josh and Greg erupted, sending more mounds of semen across the young woman’s face from both directions. Cooper, who had used his time watching the events unfold to wisely strip naked for the final minutes of pleasure, climbed onto the desk and sat, straddled just behind Matilda’s head. He began to shout at Ryan to increase his pace and to finish her off. Accompanied by Josh and Greg, the three studs roared at Ryan who bit down hard on his bottom lip, pummeling his fellow student with everything he had. Before long, the three studs watched Ryan’s eyebrows raise up towards the top of his head, as he pulled out and shot yet more streams of cum all over the virgin’s naked body.
As the final stream of cum landed at the lower portion of her glistening body, Professor Cooper began to applaud sarcastically.
***
“Impressive work guys, but shall we take a look at a sample answer to see how you might have done better?”
With that, Cooper bounded down the table and flipped Matilda’s limp body over. He slapped his hand down at the top of Matilda’s back, between her shoulder blades, coating his hand in her sweat. He pumped his cock a number of times until it was lubricated enough to plunge into her from behind. Matilda felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her spine as pain enveloped her body. Her back arched dangerously as her head stretched towards the ceiling. The three studs watched from the other side of the table as she gritted her teeth, her body unable to adjust to the size of Cooper’s cock.
The professor reached out a long muscular arm and planted his hand on top of Matilda’s head, grabbing a fistful of her perfectly soft hair, riding her without remorse. She began to moan uncontrollably as tears began flooding from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, over the dried in cum and crashing to the desk as Cooper held her under his control. He shifted her legs so that she moved up, controlling her weight on her hands and knees as the sound of Cooper’s balls slapping against her reverberated throughout the room. Behind the desk, the three studs were again holding their cocks, stroking them sensually as they began to re-harden as they watched as their professor effortlessly dominated their fellow student. A vacant expression fell across Matilda’s face as she stared at the three studs, stroking their cocks in front of her. She now began to push back towards Cooper, impaling her even further on his rock hard cock.
Finally, just as Ryan’s eyebrows had raised to the top of his head, the three students saw Cooper’s facial expression develop similarly as he left his cock in his student and unloaded his own seed deep inside her, before removing his cock and allowing it to drip down her legs.
“Class dismissed.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 33
“Yeah buddy, I mean just tell her you’re working overtime across State. How is she going to find out? It will just be the three of us.”
Bill and Marty sat back on their chairs, their feet planted lazily on their desks. Marty took a sip from his to-go coffee and thought deeply for a few moments. He didn’t like the idea of lying to his wife, but he loved the idea of a trip to Vegas with the guys. Besides, Bill got away with this kind of thing all the time. Just last week, he told his wife that he had been called for a twenty-four hour shift when in reality, you could have found him pounding the slot machines in a casino just north of the state line, finishing up at 5am before returning to his hotel room with an expensive prostitute after a more than successful evening.
They were not the kind of cops you’d want in charge of your local district. Lazy and unreliable and with an insatiable appetite for dalliance with any younger woman who would entertain the idea. Bill was tall and well built. Standing at about 6 feet 3 inches and with the physique of a man who pushed weights more than occasionally, he had no trouble picking up women in the late night bars which he often frequented after work. He had been married for almost eight years to a younger woman who covered her eyes to his antics. His pathetic excuses for his late night ramblings were merely shrugged off as she enjoyed her comfortable suburban lifestyle and plenty of her husband’s generous income. Marty was slightly shorter but displayed the same ripped physique. Although he was lower in the rankings than Bill, the police chief, they none the less enjoyed an equal relationship. Both men had short, dark hair and always remained clean shaven, as their profession expected them to.
“I’m telling you man, it’s like a different world out there. The money we will make and the chicks we will nail. You can’t say we don’t deserve it.”
Marty smiled back at the incompetent and inept chief as he made his compelling argument. How could he get away with this?
“All you gotta do is make that phone call man. I’ll call in a couple of the guys and tell them we’re needed up state for some sort of emergency. They won’t ask any questions.”
“You know, you’re right. I’m gonna make that call. We do deserve this!”
Marty finally relented as he stood up from his desk and walked into the adjoining kitchen of the police station. He started to fumble around in the cupboards, looking for some biscuits or anything that he could snack on.
“Hey, we’re out of snacks!”
For the first time in his ten year career as police chief, Bill looked worried. He had received numerous calls describing robberies and assaults and murders before but this was a disaster on a whole new level for the blubbering officer.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this!”
***
Elizabeth flipped the sign of her family run business from “open” to “closed”. She had just finished her shift and began to scrub the floor of the confectionary shop that she took such pride in. The whitewashed walls beamed with a freshly painted intensity and she went over the floors twice with the mop to ensure that they glistened. Finally, she polished the glass screen that protected the rows of donuts and pastries which were so highly acclaimed by all who entered her store.
Just as she was about to switch off the lights and lock up, signifying the end of another successful day, the phone rang on top of the pristine marble counter.
“Hello. I’m afraid that we are actually closed right now. Oh okay. I see. Well, what is the address? Okay, I guess I can do that, it’s on my way home anyway. So what would you like?”
Elizabeth scribbled the order onto her note pad which she held in the pocket of her apron. She lifted up a section of the counter and walked through, towards the storage room to the back of the building. From here, she collected a large, white cardboard box, adorned with the company logo. She piled a number of cream and jam filled donuts into the box, sumptuously covered with various glazing and topped with sprinkles. She added a number of napkins to one side so that her loyal customers could deal with the mess that the glorious snacks would inevitably make.
She sealed the
box and finished up by polishing the counter after her latest business call and locked up at the back of the building before pulling the front door shut and sliding the shutters down over the glass exterior, locking them shut at the bottom with a click. She took a quick look at the address that she had carefully printed on the top of the box before beginning the walk that would take her approximately ten minutes to the police station. She held the box under her left arm as she stood under the veranda at the front of the building and opened a grey umbrella. After raising the collar on her long, black leather jacket to shield her neck from the dripping rain she began her walk. Her knee length brown boots clicked on the concrete side walk as she continued past the forest of grey buildings.
***
“What?! Slow down, you’re not making any sense! Can you tell me your location? Yes Ma’am an officer is en route.” Bill slammed the phone down, grabbed his coat and made his way to the main entrance of the police station.
“What the hell was that about?” Marty asked, without looking overly concerned.
“Would you believe that was the donut girl? She said someone was following her. Typical isn’t it? The sun goes down around here and every girl pounding the pavement thinks somebody is out to get her. Oh well, she’s only a couple o’ blocks away, it just means our snacks get here faster!”
Marty rolled his eyes as Bill exited and made his way down the five saturated concrete steps that led to the station entrance. He pulled open the door of his police car and sighed as he turned on the wipers and switched on the car’s headlamps. It had all become clear to him now. This girl just didn’t want to walk in the rain! She would probably ask for a lift home now too! He was in no rush as he nonchalantly turned the key and the powerful engine roared into action. He backed it out of the parking lot and headed north, in the direction of the street that the young woman had called out to him over the phone.
The car knifed its way through the puddles that tormented the road as he continued at barely a crawl through the deserted streets of his home town. Who in their right mind would be out in this weather anyway he thought as he began to feel some sympathy for the owner of the confectionary store and the ordeal he was putting her through. He squinted his eyes as he began to find it difficult to see more than twenty feet ahead of him. When he reached the street he was looking for, he reduced his speed again and switched on his flashing blue and reds in the hope that she would appear out of nowhere, attracted to their glow like a moth to a flame.
As the rain continued to crash down he pulled his car over at the end of the street. He switched on his siren for about a minute, wondering where this woman had disappeared to. He waited and waited until eventually he formed an idea. He took out his cell phone and called Marty, back at the station.
“Hey guy, this girl seems to have vanished. Could you do me a favour? Grab the office phone and return the last call. She must have made it from her cell.”
Bill pulled out from the kerb he was parked at and turned the car left at the top of the street in order to circle the block. He left his cell phone on speaker as he heard Marty shuffle around on the desk and lift up the phone.
“Nothing. The damn thing is just ringing out man. That’s weird as hell.”
“Keep trying and let me know if you get anything”, Bill replied as he hung up the phone, his nosed almost pressed against his windscreen as the wipers of the car thrashed furiously from side to side, overwhelmed with their work. He inched mechanically forwards, peering down the side alleyways, searching for the mysterious girl as the intensity of the rain increased. He considered turning around and heading for a twenty four hour drive through, before he spotted something out of the corner of his eye.
He quickly swung his car around and beamed the powerful head lights straight down the narrow alleyway, enclosed by five stories of red brick on either side with a tall wired fence perched menacingly at the far end. The intensity of the lights startled two individuals against the wall of the alleyway. A young woman was desperately tried to evade the clutches of a much taller man, who lunged and grabbed a hold of her handbag.
Bill immediately sprang from his car and ran to the corner of the alleyway in one swift movement. He placed his back to the wall and reached for his gun.
“Stop what you’re doing and step away immediately!”
The man immediately let go of the woman’s handbag and turned to face the cop. Without warning, he turned on his heel and sprinted towards the fence at the rear of the alley. With immaculate precision he jumped onto the cover of a trash can in one corner of the alleyway and used his momentum to spring up onto the top of the steel fence. He managed to place both hands on top of it and by a matter of inches, reach his right foot out to gain his balance on top of the fence, before lunging down to the other side. Bill began his pursuit but realised that his efforts would be futile. The man’s athleticism too much for the tiring cop to compete with.
Short of breath, he returned to the young woman, who had slumped against the wall in shock. There was water dripping from her long brown hair, cascading from her fringe which hung long to her eyebrows. Her brown eyes had filled with tears as Bill carefully took her hand and helped her to her feet.
“Thank you so much.” She eventually managed to murmur as the police man removed his jacket and draped it around her soaking body.
“Don’t mention it. We got lucky. That gun wasn’t even loaded!”
As Bill led the young woman back to the police car, she noticed the destroyed box on the ground. She stared at it for a few moments before raising her hands to the top of her head and staring into the police officer’s blue eyes.
“Oh my gosh, I completely forgot about that! If you’d like we can just go back to the shop. I have some more ready for you, it won’t take a moment.”
“You don’t need to worry about that. Let’s just take you home after your ordeal.”
“No I insist. After what you’ve just done. I have some donuts left that will be thrown out tomorrow when we bake our fresh ones. Trust me, you’d be doing me a favour here.”
Bill opened the passenger door of the car, granting the woman access. She climbed in, shivering as the rain penetrated her bones.
***
“There you are. Come on in for a second” Elizabeth said as she gently opened the door for the muscular hero. The bell rang above the door as he shut it behind him and Elizabeth moved in behind the counter of her store.
“Have you any preferences Officer?”
“Please, call me Bill. You can just fill that box up with whatever you want. We’re not fussy back at the station.”
“You got it. Just let me go dry off back here and I’ll get right on that.”
As she turned and moved towards the back room of the establishment, Bill couldn’t help but notice how her saturated black trousers stuck to her legs and ass as she moved. Her figure was ironically perfect for somebody producing what she was. Her hair fell right down to the bottom of her back, sleek with rain. Before she moved through the back door, she removed her black leather jacket and placed it on a stool, revealing a white blouse which was now perfectly see though. Bill noticed the back straps of her black bra and how the white material hugged her tapered body.
As she disappeared out of sight, Bill looked down and noticed the pool of water his saturated uniform was leaving on the meticulously tiled floor. He decided he would have to change his uniform immediately or risk pneumonia and completely ruin any chance he and his work colleagues had of leaving for Las Vegas that night. He walked quietly out of the shop to the trunk of his car. The relentless rain had eventually resided as he felt just a mist touch the top of his head. He popped the trunk of the car and began searching through the mounts of trash he had stored there. He had been meaning to clear it all out for weeks but couldn’t find the time due to his hectic social life. Eventually, right as the back of the trunk he pulled out a spare uniform. It was missing its jacket but the shirt and pants would do for now. He rummaged a
round further in the trunk and managed to retrieve and old towel in there too.
“Hello?”
Bill called out as he re-entered the store. No reply. Not to worry, he would just change quickly where he was. No doubt the young woman would spend far longer restoring her hair to its former glory than he would towelling off he thought. He quickly stripped down to just his underwear and ran the towel quickly over his body. He brought the towel up over his head and vigorously dried his hair.
“Um?”
His heart skipped a beat. He slowly lowered the towel from around his head and stood there awkwardly. Elizabeth stood in front of him, with her mouth open. She wore a light cream dress and she was holding a brush to her hair as she had been trying to re-shape it following the heavy rain.
“I’m so sorry. I called out to see if you were there but figured you might take a while. It’s just, I needed to get out of these clothes.”
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