kinky?” Rachel remained un-flinched. “You threaten to do it, at
least every time you are here. If you were going
to do it, you would have done it the first time,”
she said, typing her handwritten notes onto the
computer.
He placed the gun back into his holster.
“Office, now!”
“Okay,” she said, pushing away from
the desk. She changed her tone to a schoolgirls’
voice, “ I’ve been a bad girl, and I wonder what
the principle would do to me. Oh, I hope he
spanks me instead of giving me detention .”
She laughed, and then he pushed her
through the door. She leaned back against the
wall. He locked the door, shrugged his coat free
from his shoulders, and placed his holster with
his coat on the rack next to the door. His face,
red with rage, began to cool.
"Take a joke old man,” she said, in her
normal tone. She fiddled with her necklace,
pulling from between her breasts. Her shirt
rode low, bearing her sun-kissed shoulders. Her
hair, long and curly, layered behind her in a
half-braid.
Red , my favorite color , he noticed.
Despite how annoying she was to him;
he couldn’t deny his baser urges as a man. What
he desires most from an attractive female, is her
spunk. The feistier, the better , he thought.
He inched close to her ruby lips. “I hate how you
talk back to me in front of them guys.”
She grinned. “In a field where I am only surrounded by men, I have to seem tough enough
to not be fucked with.”
He inhaled her perfume from her neck.
“What about just fucked?”
“By them? Hell no,” she giggled. “I
mean, yeah, they are cute, but scrawny guy
number one and muscles guy number two are
not what I like.” She looked Myers up and down.
“I like my men just right .”
“Is that right?” he said, brushing his
nose against her cheek.
Her heart pounded as her hands shook.
“Y-yeah.” Slowly, she could feel her inhibitions
lower around him. She felt… Hot . “Yes sir.”
“Hmmm.” He groaned as his lips met
the base of her neck.
She intertwined her fingers through his
short hair, bringing his face up to hers. She felt
the soft, warm, press of his lips against hers. He
jabbed his tongue in her mouth, shoving his
hand down her pants. She moaned, forcing herself to hold back. It’s been so long, she thought, since I felt this.
His hand, wet with warmth, pulled
away and unbuttoned her jeans. They dropped
to the floor without a struggle, as she undid his.
With one hand, he held her wrists
above her head, making her breath louder as he
caressed a breast inside his mouth. He flicked
his tongue lightly against her nipple. She shivered, and then said, “ Oh my god !”
His lips curled at her enthusiasm. Grabbing her thigh, he lifted her leg around his waist.
It was soft in his grasp, making something else
harder. She threw her other leg up, wrapping
her ankles together. “Come on, let’s get this going,” she panted, rubbing against his stiff manhood. Mmm, either she thought, someone forgot about a spare gun, or he really wants this.
For years, she always found him sexy.
But, not once, did she ever think he felt the same
about her.
He squeezed her thigh harder, dropping her arms to grab the other thigh as he entered depths of her that made him shake. Her
stomach, tight with tension, relaxed the deeper
he pressed against it.
He wrapped his hands around her
waist, slowly dropping her to the ground. He
ripped off her shirt, exposing a silken brassier.
It was pink, with white lace, and unsnapped in
the front. He didn’t hesitate freeing them from
their soft imprisonment. She raised her legs,
propping them upon his broadened shoulders,
and continued to rip the buttons off his shirt.
She ran her fingers through the hair on his
chest, and said, “ Deeper !” into his ear.
He grunted, filling her need to be
pleased. The one thing he is known for is that he
never leaves a woman unsatisfied. No matter
how long it could take.
He kissed her harder, yanking her hair
of its braid. She winced,
least every time you are here. If you were going
to do it, you would have done it the first time,”
she said, typing her handwritten notes onto the
computer.
He placed the gun back into his holster.
“Office, now!”
“Okay,” she said, pushing away from
the desk. She changed her tone to a schoolgirls’
voice, “ I’ve been a bad girl, and I wonder what
the principle would do to me. Oh, I hope he
spanks me instead of giving me detention .”
She laughed, and then he pushed her
through the door. She leaned back against the
wall. He locked the door, shrugged his coat free
from his shoulders, and placed his holster with
his coat on the rack next to the door. His face,
red with rage, began to cool.
"Take a joke old man,” she said, in her
normal tone. She fiddled with her necklace,
pulling from between her breasts. Her shirt
rode low, bearing her sun-kissed shoulders. Her
hair, long and curly, layered behind her in a
half-braid.
Red , my favorite color , he noticed.
Despite how annoying she was to him;
he couldn’t deny his baser urges as a man. What
he desires most from an attractive female, is her
spunk. The feistier, the better , he thought.
He inched close to her ruby lips. “I hate how you
talk back to me in front of them guys.”
She grinned. “In a field where I am only surrounded by men, I have to seem tough enough
to not be fucked with.”
He inhaled her perfume from her neck.
“What about just fucked?”
“By them? Hell no,” she giggled. “I
mean, yeah, they are cute, but scrawny guy
number one and muscles guy number two are
not what I like.” She looked Myers up and down.
“I like my men just right .”
“Is that right?” he said, brushing his
nose against her cheek.
Her heart pounded as her hands shook.
“Y-yeah.” Slowly, she could feel her inhibitions
lower around him. She felt… Hot . “Yes sir.”
“Hmmm.” He groaned as his lips met
the base of her neck.
She intertwined her fingers through his
short hair, bringing his face up to hers. She felt
the soft, warm, press of his lips against hers. He
jabbed his tongue in her mouth, shoving his
hand down her pants. She moaned, forcing herself to hold back. It’s been so long, she thought, since I felt this.
His hand, wet with warmth, pulled
away and unbuttoned her jeans. They dropped
to the floor without a struggle, as she undid his.
With one hand, he held her wrists
above her head, making her breath louder as he
caressed a breast inside his mouth. He flicked
his tongue lightly against her nipple. She shivered, and then said, “ Oh my god !”
His lips curled at her enthusiasm. Grabbing her thigh, he lifted her leg around his waist.
It was soft in his grasp, making something else
harder. She threw her other leg up, wrapping
her ankles together. “Come on, let’s get this going,” she panted, rubbing against his stiff manhood. Mmm, either she thought, someone forgot about a spare gun, or he really wants this.
For years, she always found him sexy.
But, not once, did she ever think he felt the same
about her.
He squeezed her thigh harder, dropping her arms to grab the other thigh as he entered depths of her that made him shake. Her
stomach, tight with tension, relaxed the deeper
he pressed against it.
He wrapped his hands around her
waist, slowly dropping her to the ground. He
ripped off her shirt, exposing a silken brassier.
It was pink, with white lace, and unsnapped in
the front. He didn’t hesitate freeing them from
their soft imprisonment. She raised her legs,
propping them upon his broadened shoulders,
and continued to rip the buttons off his shirt.
She ran her fingers through the hair on his
chest, and said, “ Deeper !” into his ear.
He grunted, filling her need to be
pleased. The one thing he is known for is that he
never leaves a woman unsatisfied. No matter
how long it could take.
He kissed her harder, yanking her hair
of its braid. She winced,
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