The Dean's face reddened further and he started to rise from his desk chair before he remembered his pants problem. "Samantha, I've had just about enough of your attitude for one day," he warned. "I've given you, perhaps, too much leeway in the past, but the time comes when--"
"Oh, please don't spank me, Daddy," I begged sarcastically. To emphasize the point, I turned my back on him, bent over, and lifted my lab coat. "I'm such a BAD girl..."
Perhaps that maneuver was a little extreme even for me. The Dean was out from behind his desk quicker than I would have imagined possible, stumbling over his wadded pants, crashing into me from behind, forcing my head down into the chair I had recently vacated. "Maybe that's just what you need," he said between clenched teeth, as he administered a hearty smack to my backside.
"OWWWW!" I exclaimed, struggling to stand up. He grasped my neck with the other hand and forced my head back down. Smack! And again...this was getting ridiculous. He grabbed the waistband of my panties and tried to rip them off my tingling fanny. No dice. Victoria's Secret makes a quality product. He settled for dragging them down to expose my reddening cheeks, and proceeded to slap them soundly, left-right, left right. Hmmmm....I do like a man who takes control on occasion....
He stopped slapping before it became tiresome and ran a finger along my sopping slit and into my wanton cunny. Not surprisingly, his hot cockhead soon replaced his finger at my entrance. "I will NOT let him think I am enjoying this," I told myself sternly. But of course my body betrayed me, and I moaned with pleasure as he slammed his thick cock into me to the hilt, his furry balls bouncing against my mound. I squirmed as his cockhead nudged my cervix; pleasure mixed with pain....I surreptitiously pushed my panties down and stepped out of them so I could get my legs farther apart. I was pretty sure I was about to get a thorough fucking, and I intended to enjoy it.
The Dean grasped my hips firmly and began to administer long, deep strokes to my needy pussy. Mmmmmm....it had been a long time. I fingered my clit, slick with a mixture of my own hot juice and what was left of Michael's lucky shot into my snatch. Very wet. I squirmed my hips as he thrust into me, milking his rigid cock with my cunt muscles. His cock got harder, longer...he wasn't going to last long at this rate...
I scooped up some of the slippery mixture he had reamed out of me and reached back to smear it around my crinkly asshole, hoping he would get the idea that there were other places he might like to visit...Oh God, I'm such a nasty thing...would he take the hint? His thrusting became faster, more violent; I began to come. My cunt gaped and snapped shut as waves of pure pleasure washed over me. "I'm coming!" I shrieked. "Fuck me, oh fuck me!"
And so he did. As the waves of my orgasm diminished, receded, and prepared to build again his rampant prick slipped out of my cunt and prodded against my starfish. I consciously relaxed as that big mushroom head nudged its way into my asshole. He gave me a moment to get used to the idea (as if it weren't my idea in the first place!) and then firmly pressed on until he had himself fully sheathed in my rectum. I began rubbing my clit frantically, slipping a finger into my cunt to feel him filling me on the other side of the thin membrane. He pulled back slowly until he was almost out, hesitated, was he leaving already? I wailed, "NO!" and pushed back against him. Not to worry. He slowly thrust back in, churning my insides gloriously. Time slowed, then stopped. My ass was stuffed with hard cock, and I was in heaven.
My head swirled as he fucked my ass brutally, his balls slapping on my drooling pussy. I wanted it to last forever. Hot and cold flashes ravaged my body as he slammed into me over and over. I couldn't tell if I was still coming, about to come, or both...I concentrated on the feel of his long, hot tool ravaging my asshole. After an eternity I felt it swell, pulse, and finally erupt deep within my bowels. As his hot spunk spewed into me, shot after steaming shot, my knees shook so violently that I nearly collapsed. He wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me up as he finished pumping his load into my ass. His cock slipped out of me, allowing cold air to invade me uncomfortably where I had just been wonderfully packed full of hard cock, and for a long moment we stayed in that awkward position. I realized that he must be staring at my dilated asshole, and I weakly flexed my pelvic muscles to let him see some of his come dribble out of my gaping hole.
Still masterful, although considerably weakened by his efforts, the Dean somehow managed to swing me around so that he could sit in the chair and I was kneeling in front of him. His cock had begun to droop, but seemed to still have some life to it. He entwined his fingers in my rumpled hair and directed my face toward his come-soaked prick. I delicately took the head of it into my mouth, looking directly into his eyes as I sucked the last of his spunk out of it. Then I thoroughly cleaned it off, including the come, sweat and pussy juice that had clotted in the hair around his balls. By the time I was finished, he was hard enough to start over.
I rocked back on my heels while slowly stroking his cock with one hand. Perhaps there was one more fuck left in it...and since I was already somewhat compromised...oh, what the hell. I reached for his hand and pulled him out of the chair to kneel above me as I lay back on the carpet. "We're going to have to hammer out the details of this later," I told him weakly, as we both fumbled at the buttons of my lab coat. "Right after you fuck me one more time."
Which he did, of course. It's really good therapy for him.
