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Part 2 Rick Connors watched Kitty walk out of his office on shaky legs. He sat on the edge of his desk, one leg crossed over the other and this arms folded over his chest. He very nearly caved in, nearly lost his resolve to torture her as she had tortured him all term, nearly called her back into his office. Dear god he wanted her, her tight young body sent his blood racing through his veins, the smell of her, he shivered, the ‘taste’ of her! Sweet Jesus it was enough to send any man crazy. He wanted to bury himself inside her willing body, to lose himself in her kiss, but he had resolved to make her wait as she had made him wait. He could feel the words on the tip of his tongue, ready to call out to her. He drove his thumb into the soft underside of his opposite arm, the pain an effective deterrent. The door swung closed on its hinged arm and Rick breathed a sigh of relief. Never in his whole life had he been so tempted. Oh he’d had plenty of girls throw themselves at him over the years, most of them beautiful and young, nubile and very eager, but they failed to excite him. He often laughed to himself at their attempts at seducing him, though he treated them kindly when he refused and sent them on their way. Kit on the other hand, was a whole other matter. Her small sensuous frame, well proportioned, firm and young, her features and the effortless grace in which she moved, certainly attracted him. But it was her mind that did it for him. She was far more intelligent than she gave herself credit for, always keeping quiet to the back of the room, always understating her knowledge. It seemed a shame but she was happy in herself to do it and who was he to say otherwise? Her quiet confidence drew him like a magnet, and the sheer audacity she displayed by leaving him all those notes without so much as a hint to give herself away? Rick shivered again; the aching in his groin was enough to make almanbahis him groan. Rick unfolded his arms and made to rise from his desk, as he did his hand fell on the little cardboard box beside him. He looked at it wonderingly, having forgotten it was there. Slowly he raised the lid peering inside and then lightly stroked the small bits of paper there. He shuddered and broke out in a cold sweat. How he ached to play out each and every explicit want written on these little bits of paper. Quickly, he closed the lid and grabbed the box. Walking around his desk he stashed it in his satchel. Falling into in his chair he leant back, interlacing his fingers behind his head and stared at the ceiling. He willed his erection to subside but after the brief encounter here in his office it didn’t look like it was going to work. Rick ran his hands down his chest and into his lap. Slowly he began to stroke himself through his shorts. Closing his eyes he played out this afternoons’ scene of spanking and teasing Kit. Almost with reluctance he unzipped his shorts, freeing his engorged penis from its confines. He would have preferred to wait for lunchtime tomorrow himself, but he didn’t think he’d be able to walk properly if he didn’t do something about his erection, and he still needed to get to his car. Slowly he began stroking his length, pre-cum was oozing from the head of his penis, lubricating the bulbous tip. He moved his hand up and down, his strokes slow but firm, he licked his bottom lip, still able to taste Kit’s juices with his tongue. He inhaled deeply and was lost in a world of imaginative possibility that all too soon, would become a reality. His hand worked faster as his mind played out a steamy scenario of having Kit’s lips wrapped around his hard cock, her warm brown eyes, like golden honey, staring up into his face as she deep throated it until she gagged. Within a few minutes almanbahis yeni giriş he felt his body begin to spasm, he was right on the brink of orgasm. Strangely, his main thought as he was about to cum, was that the cleaners would be in and would know what he’d been doing in his office if he just let himself cum under his desk. In a flash he was on his feet, supported on one hand, as he leant over his desk and pointed his spasming penis downward. He came hard! Globs of sticky goo spurting from his cock and onto the blotting pad on his desk. His whole body shuddered and still his salty liquid gushed out of him. Squeezing off the head, his jaws clenched tight to stifle his grunts, he let his body slowly relax. He stroked himself a couple times more as the final dribbles of cum escaped him. He shivered and fell back into his chair. Catching his breath he opened his eyes and looked at the mess he’d made. Sighing almost regretfully, he tucked himself away and rearranged his shorts. He stood and looked at his desk. The blotting pad had done the trick, only problem was, what ever had been written on it was now lost because he sure as hell wasn’t going to try and salvage it. He tore off the top three layers of paper and scrunched them up into a ball, making sure no gooey liquid spilled out. He threw the paper into the bin and tied the top of the bag. The cleaners would think he was just being considerate, they’d never suspect. His arousal taken care of, though not satiated by any means, he felt his penis beginning to soften. It was time to go home. Rick collected his satchel and papers and made his way out to his car. Throwing his stuff on the back seat, he climbed in and turned the engine over. He was just about to pull out of his parking space, when he saw Rachael waving at him and jogging over to his car. He waited until she got to his window. She bent low, ensuring he almanbahis giriş had a clear view of her cleavage. ‘Mr Connors, I missed my bus and was wondering if you could give me a lift home?’ Rachael pouted sexily, her tone implying more than a mere car ride. Rick looked her over, she was certainly pretty and though she was no Einstein, neither was she entirely devoid of a brain. Under different circumstances he may have briefly entertained the idea of tumbling Rachael, but all he could think about was Kit and her demure nature, her total willingness to submit, to do as he told her, it was a heady feeling and it sent a small thrill through his stomach every time he thought about it. He looked at Rachael and she seemed brash by comparison. Rick smiled apologetically at Rachael. ‘I’m sorry Rachael. You know that I can’t do that. It’s against school policy.’ ‘Aww,’ Rachael moaned. ‘I promise Mr Connors I won’t tell anyone if you give me a lift home. It’ll be our little secret.’ She smiled suggestively. ‘Do you have a cell phone on you?’ Rick asked her out of the blue. ‘Yes sir.’ She answered, a little confused by the question. ‘Well you might want to ring your parents or a taxi to come get you. I’m sorry Rachael, but I just won’t put my job or your reputation in jeopardy. I enjoy being at St Alymores too much… and having you as my student. I’d be more than happy to wait with you here, until someone came or the taxi turned up, but I am afraid I can’t give you a lift.’ Rick felt like the biggest hypocrite as he spoke, knowing full well that he was putting his job in jeopardy over a student. It just wasn’t this one. Rachael stood up straight, a little shocked at the rebuff. ‘Would you like me to wait with you?’ ‘Ah no, no I’ll be alright. I’ll call my mum and she can come get me. I’ll … I’ll see you next term Sir.’ Rachael turned and walked away quickly. ‘Rachael!’ Rick called after her. She turned around hope flaring in her eyes. ‘You take care now. And promise me you’ll wait inside school grounds until your mother turns up ok?’ ‘Ah ok sir, I will.’ Rachael answered disappointedly. Rick smiled at her and finally reversed his car.
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