There’s nothing sexier than a woman struggling to catch her breath as she bathes in the warm glow of her orgasm.

I’m not far from joining her. My cock’s rock hard and about to blow. I wanted Kara the moment I laid eyes on her, but only now am I realizing just how much that want has become a ‘need.’

I lower my fly and let the beast stretch out. It urges me towards Kara’s pussy and it takes all my willpower to keep some distance between us.

I stopped keeping condoms in the office as it seemed like a good way to avoid temptation. Now it’s giving me a serious case of blue balls.

Kara pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks directly at my cock. Her eyes open wide with a mixture of excitement and fear. I’ve seen that look before. Women often think they want a big cock, but when it comes to squeezing one inside them it’s amazing how often they have other plans. Fortunately, just as many women are up for the challenge, and I’m pretty sure Kara is one of them judging by the way she subconsciously licks her lips.

What do I do with her now? So many options. I could fuck her mouth to see what her gag reflex is like.

She’s craving cock and will do whatever I say. I could abuse this power, but I know where to draw the line. Right now, Kara needs more pleasure. She’s stressed. This is the first time she’s had fun in a while.

“Touch yourself,” I command.

“I want to touch you,” she replies, reaching out towards my cock. She’s fascinated by it. She wants it inside her. She’s going to have to wait.

“Are you disobeying an order?” I ask. She hesitates and then shakes her head. “Good. Now, touch yourself.”

Kara lays back down on the desk and reaches between her legs, parting them enough that I can just about make out her opening between her swollen lips.

I hold her free hand as she uses the other to rub her clit. Small beads of her essence trickle down the inside of her thigh and pool on my desk. She’s on the verge of another orgasm within two minutes, and I can’t contain myself any longer. I take hold of myself and stroke my cock until I’m as close to the edge as Kara.

She mutters something but it’s lost in the heavy panting. It doesn’t matter. I know exactly what she’s trying to say.

Her body shakes again as her fingers rub her clit furiously, her back arching off the desk before collapsing back down again.

Kara is still shaking when my own orgasm reaches the surface. My balls feel heavy and then immediately light again as I shake and explode all over Kara’s chest, coating her with a week’s worth of pent up frustration.

I use her panties to clean my cum from her chest. “You won’t be needing these,” I say, when Kara is about to protest. “Besides, they were already soaked in your own juices.”

She smiles and would probably have blushed too were her face not already bright red and soaked in sweat.

“I should stay here for a bit until I’ve cooled down,” Kara says, as she slowly pushes herself up to her feet.

“You’re staying in here for another two hours and then I’ll drive you home.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I am. Your car obviously isn’t working, because it’s not moved from the parking lot for a week and you’re not taking the train at this time.”

I watch Kara as she picks up her clothes from the floor and steps into her skirt.

“I don’t remember telling you to get dressed,” I say sternly. “Go and sit down on the couch with your legs spread wide. I have work to do.”

She smiles. “Yes, Sir.”

* * *

We don’t say much on the way home, but the atmosphere isn’t awkward. We’re just not talking. It’s quite nice.

I pull up outside a building full of apartments that likely cost less to rent than my annual dry cleaning bill. I shouldn’t be surprised. Until recently she was a cleaner and now she’s a secretary. She deserves better than this, but life is rarely fair.

“Thanks for the ride,” Kara says, as she steps out of the car.

I switch off the engine and get out of the car as well. “I’ll escort you up to your apartment.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“And yet I’m going to.”

Kara takes the lead, and I follow behind, staring at her ass and picturing the hand prints I left on each cheek. We head up to a grimy apartment on the fourth floor where once again Kara is desperate to get rid of me.

“See you tomorrow,” she says, before sliding through a thin gap in the door.

If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was trying to hide me from someone.

“Who are you talking to?” asks a voice from inside the apartment.

Ah, the roommate.

“No one,” Kara says, trying to shut the door. I put my foot in the way just as the roommate shows up.

“Oh, you’re Damon,” a young girl of about twenty says excitedly, as she opens the door.

“How do you know… ah, you must be the sister.” The one who sent the pictures that started off this evening’s entertainment.

“I’m Samantha. Very pleased to meet you.”

“Don’t you start work in six hours?” Kara asks her sister pointedly.

“Nope, I don’t start until 9 tomorrow. If you two need some alone time, you could just say. I’ll get ready for bed.” Samantha heads to the bathroom and then turns back to add “I’ll wear earplugs tonight.”

I laugh, but Kara doesn’t seem impressed.

“Do you want a drink?” Kara asks.

“What do you have?”

“Water and orange juice. That’s about it.”

“Orange juice is fine.” I watch Kara bend over as she looks in the fridge and comes back up empty handed.

“We’re out of juice.”

“Then I guess I’ll have water.”

I take the opportunity to snoop around the apartment while Kara pours the drinks. It’s small, so it looks kind of messy even though it isn’t really. There’s just no space to put stuff. A couple of small bookcases are rammed full of books, with large textbooks piled up on the floor next to them. These girls need to go digital.

I turn away and then look back again. The pile of books caught my eye so I look closer. I recognize those books. I’ve even read one of them myself.

“Here you go,” Kara says, shoving a glass of water into my hand and standing between me and the books. She doesn’t want me to see them, which means I’m right.

“Why do you have law school casebooks?” I ask.

“I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.” I point to the pile of books and get a closer look. Contracts, Torts, Criminal Procedure, Civil Procedure. It’s the first year of law school in book form.

“Oh, those are Samantha’s. She goes to law school.”

“No she doesn’t. She’s too young. Which means they belong to you.”

That explains how she knew what The Bluebook was. Every first-year law student knows that book. It haunts their dreams.

“I considered going to law school,” Kara says. “So I bought the books to see if I would like it.”

I stare at her, but she can’t maintain eye contact. She managed to look at me when she was naked on my desk, so I know she’s lying.

“These books are nearly $200 each,” I reply. “There’s no way you’d spend $1,000 just to see if you were interested in law school.”

“Fine, I went to law school but dropped out. Happy now?”

Kara storms off, but there’s nowhere to go in this tiny apartment. She ends up collapsing down on the sofa and spilling water over her lap in the process. There’s more she’s not telling me, I’m sure of it.

“Why did you drop out?”

“Why do you think?” she snaps back. “I failed.”

Kara has a great GPA from undergrad, but that doesn’t always translate to success in law school. In my three years there, I saw plenty of otherwise clever people drop out because they couldn’t hack it. There’s no shame in that.

I sit next to Kara on the sofa. She’s still embarrassed and won’t look at me.

“I can have a word with some people,” I explain. “I’ll get you back into law school if you want to give it another go.”

She shakes her head. “No. I don’t want to go back there.”

“What do you want?”

Kara turns to look at me. “I want… I want…” She never finishes the sentence. Kara throws herself at me, our lips colliding as she swings a leg over mine and straddles me. My hands squeeze her ass cheeks as she grinds her sex against my rapidly hardening cock.

I’m desperate to get inside her, to feel her heat on my skin and the wetness of her sex as she comes all over my cock.

But this can’t happen yet. Fooling around with her in my office is one thing; fucking her in her apartment is quite another. I lift her off my lap and place her down next to me on the sofa.

“I need to be at work early tomorrow. See you at the office.”

Kara doesn’t move or say a thing as I slip outside and back down to my car. I’ll make it up to her later. Assuming she’s still talking to me.