All persons are over eighteen years of age. This is a work of fiction.
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As I approached my office, I stopped by my assistant's desk and asked, "Mary, would you be able to free up about an hour this morning? I need some help with some reports."
"Yes, sir. Would 10:00 be O.K.? I should be finished by then."
"10:00 would be fine. Thank you."
Mary entered my office at 10:00 am sharp. In case you haven't read the previous chapters, I had asked Mary out to dinner and had discovered that she was sexually frustrated with a submissive side. Although I'm not normally into domination, I role-played with her that night, and, instead of asking her to suck my cock, I ordered her to suck it. It was harmless, but she really enjoyed it, and we had wild sex that night. When I walked in and saw her at her desk, my dick started to twitch, and I decided I could use a good suck and fuck.
"Lock the door, please, then come over here."
"Yes, sir."
When she was standing in front of me, I moved my desk chair back so she could see I had dropped my pants and underwear to the floor and my dick was standing at attention. "Get on your knees, Mary, and suck my dick."
Without hesitation she said, "Yes, sir", dropped to her knees, took my dick in her hands, and started licking my dick. After a couple of minutes of licking, slurping, and sucking my now very hard dick, I said, "Get up and take your clothes off." As she started to stand, I loudly said, "NOW!"
She jumped up and quickly stripped until she was standing in front of me completely nude. I leaned down and took one of her firm tits in my mouth and started sucking. I reached down with one hand and rubbed my fingers over her slit, finding she was already wet. I lifted her chin so she was looking in my eyes and asked, "Did I say you could cum?"
"No, sir."
"You're a bad girl, Mary. I guess I'm going to have to punish you. Do you want me to punish you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Turn around, Mary and bend over the desk."
"Yes, sir."
She bent over the desk and spread her legs. She had a great ass. I've never been a big fan of anal, but I was thinking I was going to have to fuck her in the ass one of these days. But for now, I needed to punish her. I smacked her ass with my hand. I don't think she was expecting it, but she only flinched a little. She didn't look back and she quickly stuck her ass back in the air. I think she actually enjoyed it. I gave her five smacks on the ass before reaching up and massaging her red cheek. I then moved up closer and stuck my dick in her wet pussy from the rear. I fucked her hard until she had cum twice and I blasted my load shortly after. Since she enjoyed being submissive, I said, "Mary, I want you to get dressed but don't clean your pussy. I want you to walk around with my cum in you all day. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'm going to come to your house after school and fuck you all night. Would you like that?"
"Yes, sir. I love it when you fuck me."
"When I get there, I'm going to check your pussy. I want to see my cum in there. Understand?"
"Yes, sir. It will be there. I love feeling your cum in me."
When I got there that afternoon, I had her strip. As I had expected, she still had my cum in her pussy. As I promised, we fucked all night. Like I have said before, I'm not really into being dominant, but as long as it's innocent fun, I don't mind role playing.
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The next morning, my assistant, Mary, told me Ms. Stevens, the physical fitness instructor and the cheerleader coach, wanted to see me. I told her to send her in. Ms. Stevens was about 5'4", 125 pounds, with short blond hair and blue eyes. I told her to have a seat, and as she started to pull one of the wooden chairs out, she looked at my sofa and asked, "Do you mind?"
I told her to sit where she wanted, and said, "Please, make yourself comfortable. What can I do for you?"
She took a seat on the sofa and crossed her legs. She took a deep breath and seemed to be searching for the right words before she began, "Dr. Masters, I have a problem, and I'm not quite sure what to do about it. I'm not sure if I should even say anything. I'm a little embarrassed."
"Please, Ms. Stevens, call me Bob. You don't have to be so formal. And as far as being embarrassed, I'm not easily shocked, so just say whatever is on your mind."
"Thank you. And, you can call me Becky. I'm not sure where to start. I heard a rumor, and there's probably nothing to it, but you know how quickly rumors can spread. I just wanted to make you aware of it, and maybe you will have an idea about how I can handle it. I mean, if you even want me to. Maybe I should just forget about the whole thing and don't even get involved. I'll leave that up to you."
She paused for so long I thought she was through talking. Finally, I said, "Uh, Becky, I don't think we will be able to come up with a solution to this problem unless you tell me what it is."
She had been looking down at her hands which were clasped in her lap when she finally realized she hadn't told me what the rumor was that she had heard. "OH! God, I'm sorry. I sort of spaced out there for a minute." She let out a little laugh and continued, "I guess it would be hard for you to give me advice if I haven't told you what the problem is. Like I said, it's a little embarrassing. I have actually known about this for a couple of weeks, but I haven't been able to muster up the nerve to come to you. I have gone back and forth, struggling with myself about whether or not I should tell you. Here's the thing. A couple of weeks ago I heard some of my cheerleaders talking and giggling. They didn't know I was there. They were sitting in the bleachers and I had just walked in from the back, so I was still out of sight. Anyway," she let out a long breath before continuing, "they were talking about the size of your penis."
She stopped, and I guess she was waiting on my reaction. The first thing that came to mind was Lexi or Miranda had been talking, but neither of them were on the cheerleader squad. Of course, that didn't mean they hadn't talked to some cheerleaders. I knew she was waiting on me to say something, so I said, "Becky, I have spent over seven years working in High Schools, either as a teacher or a principal. You know as well as I do, girls like to talk, and even fantasize about their teachers. I'm sure there's nothing to it."
Well, I guess you're right. There's probably nothing to it. My only concern was how they would even know. I mean, how could they have seen it?"
"I can assure you they haven't seen it. The only thing I can come up with is, I use the gym after school or sometimes during lunch, and I do take a shower after my workout. Maybe one of the football players saw me and said something to one of your cheerleaders, or I sometimes do laps in the pool. It's hard to hide anything under wet swim trunks. I have never seen any of your girls around the pool when I was there, but maybe one of them was walking by when I got out of the pool to dry off. It's probably nothing to worry about."
Becky was looking at me with her mouth open. She still had her hands in her lap, and I noticed she was nervously opening and closing her legs. She was wearing the same sweatpants that her cheerleaders wore and a school T-shirt. Maybe it was my imagination, but I'm pretty sure her nipples were hard. When she didn't say anything for at least a full minute, I asked, "Becky, are you O.K.? Did you hear what I said?"
"Oh! I'm sorry. I guess I spaced out again. So, I guess you don't want me to do anything about this? Nip it in the bud, so to speak?"
"No, I don't think it's anything to worry about. Like I said, high school girls like to talk."