One minute I was in orgasmic bliss, my eyes rolled back, my body arched, and the next I was being whisked across the room. He told me to scoop up my clothes, and I certainly did. What the fuck was about to happen? Bra check, panties check. Cheerleader top; got it! Shoes and skirt? Still on. Phew, ok, I have everything. He pushed me under his desk and held a finger to his mouth. So authoritative. So controlling. So hot! He got his clothes on in a hurry, sat down and finished the zip of his fly just in the nick of time.
I was curled up. My back pressed again the solid oak front plate of the desk. My knees were tucked into my body, pressing on my tits. My nipples were still hard. I clasped my hands around the front of my knees and pulled myself into an even tighter ball. My breathing had slowed from the intense fucking, but my heart raced on, anxious and afraid. Afraid of being caught.
Amanda and her mom made their way into the library and chatted about their day. Mr. Thompson scooted his chair farther in as he talked them, hiding me, protecting me. Apparently, they had been shopping and each gotten new coats for the winter; a winter that lasts about a week in this part of Texas. Mr. Thompson pretended to care, or maybe he did, but I think, at that very moment, he cared more about not getting caught fucking his daughter’s best friend. My mind wandered. He felt so incredibly good inside me. The way he moved, the way his tongue entered my mouth as he split me open. I was getting wet again. So naughty, me being under his desk while he was talking to his wife and Amanda.
Finally, he told them he had a little more work to get done. I heard them walk away and he slid his chair back slowly. He looked down at me, “That was a close one,” he whispered. I giggled and looked up at him. I stayed low, on my knees, still sheltered by the top of the desk. I reached up and unzipped his pants. “We can’t right now,” he shouted in a whisper. His eyes got bigger and so did his smile.
“I came, you haven’t,” I replied, and I didn’t stop. I tugged his boxers down just far enough that his cock popped out. He lowered the chair and rolled it closer to the desk. I kissed his cock, slowly, and took him in my mouth. He wasn’t fully erect, but soon he would be. I felt him grow in my mouth. I sucked a little harder. He moved his chair farther toward me, but I didn’t move. I let his cock slide farther in, touching the back of my throat. I moved my head back and forth, slowly. Then I let him fall from my mouth, and rolled my eyes upward, staring at him. I smiled. He looked down at me, “that feels incredible,” he said, “you’re such a good little girl.” I focused my eyes downward, his cock standing straight out, parallel to the floor, begging to be sucked.
I traced my tongue along my lips and then around the head of his cock. I teased it, in small circles, before letting it enter my mouth again. This time, I didn’t stop. I sucked him, slowly at first, and then faster. And faster. I spread his legs with my hands and bobbed my head even faster still. I felt him begin to shake. He let a moan escape and then quickly realized that his wife and daughter were somewhere in the house. I didn’t stop. I felt him begin to throb. I went faster, taking him all the way in and almost all the way out. Strings of saliva escaped my mouth while he continued to fuck my face. His cock pulsated and I knew he was close. I wanted it. I wanted to taste him. I wanted his cum in my mouth, and soon, I was going to get it. The thought of Amanda and her mom went through my mind and turned me on even more. Clearing that thought was a warm sensation in my mouth. And then, an explosion. I stopped but kept my lips around his cock. It wasn’t done. Warm liquid shot to the back of my throat and down. I swallowed and held my position. Cum filled my mouth and I took another swallow as he pulled his cock from my lips. A few drops escaped my mouth and dripped onto my tits. He rolled his chair back a little and looked down at me again.
“Wow,” he whispered. “Wow, wow. That was, just wow.” I smiled, took my finger and placed it at my navel. I moved it up my body, catching any cum before it dripped on the floor. I got it all, looked up at him, licked my finger and said, “better than your wife?” I smiled a devilish smile. “God yes,” he whispered, “we have to get you out of here.”
I was able to get my bra and top back on while under the desk. He told me to stay there until he made sure the coast was clear. He put his member back into its cage of cotton and denim, zipped up, and stood from the chair. He walked away, checking to see where the wife and daughter had gone. I was peeking at him from around the corner of the desk, then he motioned to me that my escape route was safe. We had a plan; the hard part was getting to the front door. I scurried from my hiding place toward him. We exchanged a quick kiss and I quietly tiptoed out the library, and across the living room. I got to the foyer and let out a sigh. Six steps later I reached the front door. I opened it and shut it somewhat loudly. “Amanda, are you here?” I shouted. I heard a scamper upstairs and then a hurried run down the stairs. I walked back into the living room from the foyer just as Amanda jumped off the last step. “I got a new coat!” she exclaimed, “and you missed cheer practice.”
“I know I know, stupid dentist,” I said. “But I’m here now! Want to tell me what I missed?”
“Sure,” she said, “but first, come see my new coat!”
I went ahead of her, up the stairs to her room, my cheer skirt bouncing all the way up. The feeling of wetness still lingered under my skirt, but it felt breezier than usual. Soon I would know why. I got to Amanda’s room, jumped and did a half-twist, collapsing onto her bed on my back. Amanda laughed and pointed at my skirt, “feeling frisky today?” and gave me a wink. I looked down, my skirt had risen, and there was nothing underneath. Oh my god, my panties were still in the library.
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