“I love to teach,” she said earnestly. “It has been a passion of mine since I was a young girl. I remember playing school back then with my friends. I always made sure I was the teacher. I never played the student. Well, maybe just once, but never again after that.” She stuck her chest out even more, and she could’ve sworn Mr. Allen’s eyes grew a little larger than deemed professional. She felt a smile creeping out, so she bit her lip to stop the smile from spreading. Of course she knew how very alluring she looked with her biting her lip.
Mr. Allen smiled, still composed. Louise admired the man’s perfect control, and she had to give him just that. Most men, as far as she knew, would have never been able to stand being in the same room with her as she did her usual tricks and not do something about it.
“You do sound very enthusiastic, Ms. Stein,” Mr. Allen said warmly. “That is a trait I make sure every teacher has.” He glanced at her. “Of course, you’re young and therefore idealistic. But something tells me you’re beyond being idealistic, you know what I mean? It’s just in you to believe in the inherent goodness of every person.” He nodded approvingly and again studied the papers in his hand.
Louise was thrilled to hear his words. She knew then she was going to get the job. She felt it in her gut and in every core. Now that was out of the way, her focus shifted on how to get Mr. Allen to fuck her. That sounds crass, she thought. But she liked crass, and right now, she wanted to get down and dirty with the man interviewing her.
She gave the room a discreet glance. There was the table, of course. It was large and solid; therefore, it would do. She noticed the floor was covered in a thick carpet. That was good. Thick carpets meant more reliable cushion for the time they go tumbling down and get rough right on the, well, floor. Plus carpets help reduce the sounds as their bodies make contact with the floor. Also, it means lesser friction, hence lesser chafing. She discreetly shivered with delight. Oh, it was going to be perfect.
She had an idea for her afternoon session with Mr. Allen. She was going to go down the dominatrix route. Yes, that’s it, she decided. The man was obviously used to giving orders. Louise wanted to see how he would react when the tables were turned and he was the one being given orders to instead.
She was so into her thoughts that she didn’t hear Mr. Allen as he spoke to her. She had to snap herself out of it and bring her mind back into the present moment, which was her interview with the school principal.
“I’m sorry, I sort of blanked out there for a second,” Louise said, blushing prettily.
Mr. Allen smiled. “Yes, you did blank out there,” he agreed. “Well, I was saying, Ms. Stein, that part of the interview process requires a kind of—how shall I put this—well, demonstration.” He leaned back on his chair. “I need to see how your teaching style goes, what your teaching habits are, that kind of stuff. Not that your presentation right now would be accurate, of course, but a general idea on how you run things, you see, is quite crucial to me.” His eyes met Louise’s, and shivers raced up and down her spine again. “I suppose you understand that, Ms. Stein, am I correct?”
Louise decided the demonstration was the perfect moment for her to launch her to launch her sexy plans. She nodded her head vigorously to show agreement for Mr. Allen’s statements. “I understand perfectly, sir,” she agreed. “Do you have a particular flow or preference in mind as to what should I demonstrate in front of you?”
Mr. Allen shrugged. “None at all. You just do your thing, Ms. Stein, like how you normally give your lessons to your students. Pretend I’m not here. Ignore my presence. Act as if it’s only you and your students inside the room.” He smiled. “Do whatever makes you feel comfortable. And don’t be scared. I won’t bite.” His smile grew wider.
Louise was now so excited, her breathing began to come in shallow short spurts. “Your wish is my command, sir,” she said seductively, and was absolutely thrilled when Mr. Allen’s eyebrows went up slightly, as if puzzled and not knowing what she meant.
It’s show time, she thought wickedly.
She got up from her seat and stood in front of the table, right in perfect view of the school principal. She didn’t do anything for a second. She merely stood where she was, savoring the moment and enjoying the feeling as power coursed through her body. This was her time to get what she had wanted the second she saw Mr. Allen. The job was hers, of that she was 100 percent sure. Now was the moment to turn her other goal into reality.
She tossed her head back, letting her luscious long dark-brown locks cascade like a waterfall behind her. She adjusted her top, making it stretch against her breasts even more, emphasizing them. She smoothed down her pencil skirt, letting her palms run slowly and teasingly over the front of her thighs. As she did all these things, she locked her eyes with Mr. Allen’s. He wasn’t looking at her face. He was too busy looking at her moving hands, watching and waiting with anticipation where she was going to bring them next.
Then Mr. Allen started. He saw Louise was looking at where he was looking. Having been caught, he blushed furiously, like a child who was caught doing a naughty deed. Despite the burning desire she was feeling, the sight charmed her. She knew she was making a good decision in her plan to get hot and heavy with the school principal, one of her soon-to-be superiors.
“Do you like what you see, Mr. Allen?” Louise asked softly, panting slightly. From her thighs her hands ran back up to her slim waist and rose up to cup the full roundness of her perfect breasts. The feel of her own hands on her own tits added fuel to the fire of lust inside her, and she couldn’t resist giving off a little moan. She clutched at her breasts suddenly. She grasped both globes fully, enjoying the feel of the rough fabric of her blouse pressing and rubbing against her skin as her fingers dug at her breasts, groping madly. She moaned softly every now and then. She turned her eyes to Mr. Allen and wasn’t entirely surprised when she saw he was beginning to have an erection.
Louise stopped what she was doing. “Mr. Allen, would you like me to continue with my demonstration?” she asked.
“Please do,” he responded. His voice was still clipped and neutral, but his body—oh, his body was telling otherwise! There was a rising bulge in his pants, right between his thighs. His eyes were glazed and shiny, and his breathing was harsh and heavy.
Louise nodded. She went on playing with her breasts, but this time, she used only one hand. Her other hand crept down to the hem or her skirt, where it pulled the hem up, revealing a slim creamy thigh. The hand dropped the hem, again hiding the thigh from view, but it picked up the hem again and slowly brought it up, exposing the hidden flesh underneath it. Once more she dropped the hem of her skirt.
She brought both hands back up her neck again, but instead of caressing the delicate flesh on her neck, she undid the buttons on her blouse. She did this slowly, teasingly. One button after another popped to expose a lacy skin-colored bra beneath the loud red top she wore. The bra made her breasts look even fuller, and she saw Mr. Allen run his tongue over his lips. She chuckled. She went on undoing her buttons until the deed was done, and her blouse hung around her, unbuttoned now and exposing her bra-covered delectable breasts.
Mr. Allen stood up and went to the front of the table, where he placed himself right in front of Louise. He brought his arms out and opened them. Louise smiled and stepped into his embrace. His strong, solid arms encircled her feminine frame, and she allowed herself to be held by them. Gary Allen pulled her close and buried his face right into the soft hollows of her breasts. He nuzzled the swelling tops of her tits, enjoying the young flesh that was as soft as pillows beneath his face.
His tongue darted out and licked the soft breast skin peeking over the lacy tops of her bra. She cried out softly and pressed herself even closer to him. His large hands found her buttocks and held them roughly. She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her.
He appeared to have had enough of her juicy ass because he stopped playing with them and brought his hands to her chest ins
tead. He cupped her breasts almost hesitantly, but when his skin made contact with them, his hesitation vanished and was replaced by an almost-animalistic hunger. Her groped, grabbed, and squeezed. Louise cried out loud as his touch was becoming painful, but the pain was surprisingly arousing.
Mr. Allen pulled down the lacy covering of her bra, and her breasts tumbled out, finally free. He stared at them. Her tits were as gorgeous. They were plump and juicy, with light-pink nipples and areolas. He ran his palms over them, quickly bringing her stirring nipples to life. He reached out and rolled one nub between his thumb and index finger. She sighed contentedly, and he took one pink nub into his mouth.
He sucked hard at her nipple, and Louise writhed with pleasure. Her hands groped and found his hair, which she wound around her fingers. He had one arm around her now, and she leaned back, giving him more access to her twins. He went right on sucking and licking her breasts, alternating from one globule to another every now and then. By now she was dripping wet down there. As she twitched and shuddered, she felt the soaked crotch of her panties. She couldn’t believe how completely turned on she was. Things had gone even better than she had planned, and things were just getting started!
Mr. Allen shifted from his position on the table. He still had one arm around Louise’s waist, but now his other arm reached down and slid under the hem of her skirt. She kept on giving small breathy moans as his hand climbed up from her knee and up to her creamy thigh. His touch was delicate, almost fluttery, but for Louise, his touch was charged with lust that she was all too willing to reciprocate. His hand stopped at the mound between her legs, and she squirmed at his touch. She suddenly wanted him inside her.
“Mr. Allen,” Louise whispered, still squirming. Her sex seemed to be begging to have the alien piece of flesh inside. Her pussy seemed to scream with desire.
“You’re wet, Ms. Stein,” he said, his voice as soft as cotton. The hand inside her skirt gripped at her wet cunt, and she gave off a little shriek. His grip was strong this time, indicating he wanted her, and now.
“I’ve . . . I’ve been craving for you,” Louise choked out. She found it hard to speak, as she was panting hard now, rendered breathless by Mr. Allen’s touch at her most private part down there. Her top flew open, and the sleeve slid down one shoulder.
“You have? Oh, so you’ve been naughty then.” He pinched her lightly on her most private organ, and she shrieked again. Sweat dotted her forehead, and her breasts rose sharply in time with each breath.
So much for her plan of dominating him. Her plans flew out the window, but she no longer cared. She wanted this man deep inside her. She wanted to wrap her soaked flesh around his hard rod. She wanted him on top of her, pounding into her, riding her like a horse. Oh, how she wanted him!
“Fuck me, Mr. Allen,” she gasped. “Fuck me, fuck me, I’ve been a very naughty girl—”
Her words were cut off by the sharp finger that suddenly slid between her moist lips and pierced her. She gasped, jerking upright, leaning against his solid arm that was still around her. His finger thrust deeper, bringing a jolt of pain with it, but it was gone before she could fully feel it. His finger probed her very moist sex. To aid him, she spread her legs wider, giving him full and free access to her private part.
“More, Mr. Allen, more,” she begged. He inserted another finger and another inside her. There were three of his digits inside her now, but Louise felt she could fit all five of them. She was aroused fully, and her organ throbbed wonderfully. Her juices made friction nonexistent, and when Mr. Allen slid in another finger inside her crack, she was satisfied.
His hand moved up and down, and she too bounced her body up and down on his hand. It wasn’t hard as her hips bucked and bounced, seemingly with a life of their own. His mouth found her nipple again, and he sucked like a hungry baby. His hand never stopped what it was doing inside Louise’s cunt for an instant.
For Louise, the simultaneous pleasure of Mr. Allen’s mouth on her chest and his fingers in her pussy was building up and becoming unbearable. His fingers were doing magic on her down there, but she wasn’t satisfied. She wanted something more, plus she wanted to see all of him. In the midst of her hazy pleasure, an idea popped into her head. She placed her hands on his arms, stopping whatever he was doing. He removed his mouth from her nipple and looked up at her, surprised.
“What is it, Ms. Stein?” he asked, still wonderfully formal even in the midst of what they were doing.
“I want you to see all of me, and I want to see all of you,” Louise answered. He removed his arms from her body, and she stepped back. She unzipped her pencil skirt, slid it down her legs, and stepped out of it. Now her lacy panties were revealed. It had a dark large spot in the middle, proof of how wet she had become during the whole event. She reached for the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs as well. Her bare freshly-shaved pussy came into view. It was red and seemed to pulse with life. It was swollen and glistening wet and seemed to beckon to Mr. Allen to run his tongue all over it.
Louise stepped out of her panties as well. Now, save for her high heels, she was completely bare down below. She still had her top and bra on although the latter was pulled down to reveal her twins. Even though she still had some of her clothes on, she knew how alluring and desirable she looked. Her clothes screamed of urgency, of being unable to wait any longer. Her bare bottom part, on the other hand, screamed she was ready and waiting for him.
Mr. Allen was at a loss for words at the sight of the naked woman that greeted him. He opened his mouth and couldn’t say a word. Louise laughed. Poor man. She knew too well what had gotten over him. She moved back toward him, deliberately putting on an extra spring in her step so as to make her breasts jiggle as she walked. She stopped in front of him then latched her thumbs into the loops of his pants. She pulled, and he stood up easily.
“Let me see all of you, Mr. Allen,” Louise crooned.
She started to undo the buttons on his pants, but Mr. Allen seemed to have come back to life all of a sudden and undid the buttons on his own. He gently pushed her hands away. He looked up and held her gaze as he unzipped his pants and, with his briefs, pulled them down and off him. In an instant he was gloriously naked.
Louise stared with something like awe at his package. Mr. Allen’s dick was directly proportional to his build and height. The man was built for fucking! His tool was both large and wide, and now stood erect between his legs, like a pointer on a sundial. She could almost see the veins that wound around his penis and throbbed with a life. She imagined having a thing of that size and girth inside her. But she stopped herself. Why conjure up images in her mind when she could see and feel it for herself right at this very instant?
“Do you like what you see?” Mr. Allen asked. He knew the effect his cock had on Louise. He stood high and proud, his hands on his trim waist.
Louise was all over him suddenly. She encircled her arms around him, wrapped one leg around his waist, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Mr. Allen responded with the same intensity. His hands reached for her breasts and pulled on them savagely. He pressed his body closer, tighter against Louise. He kissed her back torridly. He darted his tongue inside her mouth, and when she tried to suck on it, he teasingly pulled it back.
The tip of his cock was now pressed against her soaking-wet mound. Louise felt it too, and she moaned and arched her back.
“Inside, Mr. Allen,” she said urgently. “Inside me. I want you now, I don’t know how much more I can take.” When he didn’t do anything, she whimpered. “Please, Mr. Allen, fuck me now.” She was almost sobbing with the intensity of her lust, of her desire. Finally, when she couldn’t take it anymore, she screamed, “Mr. Allen, fuck me, fuck me!”
Her screams did it. Mr. Allen grabbed her hips and pulled her even closer to him. A second later, he was ripping through her. Louise screamed. It did indeed feel like she was being ripped apart. But he ignored her cry of pain and went on ramming himself into her. She shri
eked again and had to clutch at his shoulders lest she fall apart. Her knees had gone wobbly.
The pain was great. She had never been had by someone who had an equipment as large and wide as Mr. Allen’s. This was her first time to experience something like this. Yet even the ripping pain didn’t stop the coils of pleasure that were slowly snaking their way all over her body. He thrust into her as if his life depended on it. He pushed himself in then pulled himself out just as quickly. She felt he would’ve rubbed himself raw against her be it not for the exotic juices her body was secreting. She realized she was getting wetter every second. Now her libido was cranked up again. The pain was still there, but it was slowly being replaced by the intense lust she had initially felt when she stepped inside the room to be interviewed for the job.
That seemed like ages ago now.
Mr. Allen was an animal. He pulled Louise’s other leg up and wrapped it around his waist. He was now completely supporting Louise, with both her legs encircled around him. He bounced her up and down, and she rode him like she was riding a pony. She moved her hips and bounces according to his thrusts. She felt the flesh of her pussy eagerly crawl all over the humongous solid cock, hungry and greedy for some man meat.
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