She had a need, an itch she just couldn’t scratch. It was always there, nagging at her, ever present. At home, out in public, at work. She can’t help but try to satisfy herself.
Now she’s been caught by him, her boss, the Principal. He says he has no choice, he has to let her go. She’s on her knees, begging for a second chance.
What can she offer him? What is she willing to give? Is she willing to turn her back on her husband and fall into the strong, firm arms of her boss? Will he be able to give her the satisfaction she so desperately needs?
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I slide my hands up his thighs, up under the tails of his dress shirt and feel blindly until I reach the waist of his boxers. Then I grasp and pull them down.
As I draw them down his member pops loose, tenting his dress shirt.
I let his boxers his the floor and draw one hand under his shirt, grasping his shaft. I let out a gasp as I realize that my hand can barely reach around it.
I draw my hand up the shaft, fingers reaching the head and squeezing slightly, then I pull it up and off drawing his dress shirt off of him in the process.
He is unveiled to me in his full glory, and glorious it is. He pulses before me, filling my vision. I feel that old spark deep inside me ignite into a flame.
I need satisfaction.
“Lick me,” he orders.
“Yes sir,” I reply.