Chapter Nine

Everything about that experience was surreal. Did he know it was the first time I'd ever done anything like this? I'd only had a couple of boyfriends in my life and we'd never gone any further than grinding away in the spare bedroom while my parents were out. But this, this was something on a whole new level.

I was locked in Mr Shepherd's office, not wearing a thing. It was madness. It was a dream. It couldn't really be happening. But if it was a dream, my knees wouldn't have hurt so much from pressing down onto the varnished wooden floor beneath me.

I had my hands on my thighs, not wanting to move them in case he saw how much they were shaking. My chest heaved, my breathing almost out of control, my head fixed in place, eyes forward, staring as he undid his fly. My heart thudded so loudly, I thought he must be able to hear it. My throat felt parched dry and if he'd asked me to talk, all I'd have done was spit out dust.

Luckily he didn't ask me to talk. He didn't ask me to do anything. He took over at that point and I was glad I did. Taking away the need to think took the tiniest edge off my overwhelming fear, giving me the chance to relax just a little.

It was still insane. Everything about it was wrong. I shouldn't have been on my knees, the chill of the draught from under the door hitting my lower back. I should have been dressed. I should have been in the library working on my assignment.

But I wasn't.

If anyone found out, two things would happen. I'd be a laughing stock amongst every single one of my peers and I'd be thrown out, sent back in shame to the family home, to never live down what I did.

I could still stop it. I could stand up and get dressed and mumble an apology, promise to keep this to myself if he did the same. But once he reached into his trousers and pulled out his cock, any thought of leaving vanished.

"But...but you're married," I blurted out, my eyes widening at the size of the thing, rock hard and so much firmer than I'd imagined. Was he that hard because of me?

"No, I'm not," he replied, taking a step towards me, stroking his shaft slowly.

"But I saw you with a woman. In the park."

"Her? That's my ex. We are very much not married. Did you think I was cheating?"

I nodded slowly, unable to take my eyes off his cock. "So you're not married." My voice sounded husky, my throat drier than ever.

"I only have eyes for you," he replied. "Now open your mouth."

I did as he asked and a second later, I began the greatest experience of my life as he slid his cock over my tongue. All of my senses went into overload. I could smell the manliness of it, the taste was something I'd never forget. It combined with the heat of his shaft to make my insides tingle, to make me desire him all the more.

He had hold of my head, keeping me fixed in place as he buried himself in my mouth, almost choking me on his length.

"Good girl," he said, pulling back long enough to let me take a deep gasping breath. Then he plunged in again. I could feel the ridges of his shaft on my tongue, the way he twitched slightly whenever I felt the bulbous tip on my lips.

I fought for breath as he moved faster, not letting go of me for a second. I stared up at him, seeing his expression twist, seeing the real animal in him come out. Gone was the controlled expression, the cold looks he gave out in the lecture hall. He was lost in lust and I felt the same, my pussy soaking wet with need, my heart continuing to pound in my chest.

Somehow the feeling was all the stronger because other than his cock in my mouth, he still looked perfectly respectable. He was fully dressed and I was naked. It was an intensely erotic sensation, like I was his sex slave, a job I'd have gladly signed up for.

"Stand up," he said, letting go of me at last, his shaft glistening with my saliva, pointing obscenely towards me as I got shakily to my feet, hardly able to stand, I was so turned on.

"Bend over the desk."

I didn't move quickly enough. He shoved me down, my ass pointing towards him, my nipples tingling from pressing into the wood beneath my chest. His hands slid up my legs. "Don't move," he commanded as I shifted in place, my back rising.

I pressed back down as his fingers reached my buttocks, spreading them apart, massaging them, kneading them in his strong hands, exposing me to his gaze. I was his sex slave. In that moment, I was his. He could do anything to me. I didn't care as long as the emptiness I felt was taken away. I needed to be filled. "Fuck me," I muttered, drawing a laugh from him.

"Not yet," he said in response.

I gasped as I felt his tongue glide between my buttocks, finding my tight little hole, flicking over it and then dipping inside.

I found myself grinding back against him, trying to tempt him into me, wanting that cock of his inside me more than anything in the world. He stood back up and I was certain that he was about to do it but instead he turned me around, lifting me effortlessly upwards until I was sat on the edge of the desk, my knees shoved apart.

He knelt before me, glancing up as he said, "Do you taste as good as you look?"