The next day, I arrived at work early and took my seat. I couldn't wait to see Mr. S again. The other day at work had been wonderful, but I wanted to feel his hands on me again.
As soon as Mr. S walked in and sat behind his desk, I noticed that there were two cups of coffee in front of him, as well as a small stack of papers.
"Is that for me?" I asked, pointing to the coffee.
Mr. S smiled. "I thought you might need a little extra energy today."
I smiled back, feeling my heart beat harder in my chest. I was already growing aroused.
As I took my seat and sipped the coffee, the door opened and one of the janitors walked in. He was an older man, probably in his late fifties or sixties. I noticed that his right leg was severely deformed. He had a limp and as he walked, he dragged his foot behind him.
"Good morning, Mr. S," the janitor said, nodding at him.
"Good morning, George," Mr. S replied, glancing up at him briefly before returning to his papers.
George walked over to the trash cans and started emptying them. I couldn't help but watch him, feeling a little sorry for him. It must be tough to have a disability like that.
As I watched him, I noticed Mr. S's gaze lingering on him longer than necessary. I wondered if he had noticed George's disability too.
After a few minutes, George finished his task and left the room. Mr. S cleared his throat and looked up at me.
As the day went on, I found myself growing more and more aroused by Mr. S's words. The way he spoke with such authority and knowledge, the way his eyes flickered to me every now and then, made me feel powerless.
But it was a feeling I craved. I wanted him to take control of me again, to dominate me like he did last time.
After class, I lingered behind, waiting for Mr. S to finish packing up his things. As he walked towards me, I could see the desire in his eyes, and a smile crept across my face.
Without a word, he took my hand and pulled me towards him. I could feel his breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear, "I want you. Now."
I didn't need any more convincing. We quickly made our way to his car down a few blocks, with our hands intertwined, and as soon as we were safely inside, he started kissing me. His lips were all over my face, my neck, my chin, down to my breasts.
I could feel my cheeks burning, and my heart was racing as Mr. S pulled my shirt over my head, discarding it on the floor of the car.
Mr. S's hands traveled down my body, caressing every inch of me. Each time his hand made contact, I felt a shiver run through my body. I reached down and felt the bulge in his pants. I could feel my own desire growing beneath my jeans.
I suddenly wanted Mr. S to be the one to take control, to dominate me again. I wanted him to be the one to decide how far this went.
"I want you," I said, as he leaned in to kiss me again.
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.
"come to my place?"he asked. I nodded, and soon we were heading in the direction of his house.
We drove in silence, both of us tacitly aware of what was coming. We both wanted it, and the tension was palpable.
As we pulled up to his house, I felt a wave of anxiety and a longing for what was to come.
I opened the door and led Mr. S upstairs to my bedroom. We collapsed on the bed in ecstasy, kissing, touching, and exploring each other's bodies.
I was surprised to feel just how big he was. "I've been thinking about this since our last session," I said, wrapping my hand around him.
He smiled at me and began unbuttoning my pants. He pulled them off, and I stripped off my underwear. His fingers reached down and stroked me gently as he kissed me.
He pulled away and stood up, taking off his clothes as I watched hungrily. He stood out in front of me and I could see he was in great shape. His defined muscles rippled as he moved.
I sat up and reached for him, pulling him back towards me, eager to feel his body against mine. He climbed on top of me, and I could feel him pressing against me. He sat back and leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my head and he caught my neck instead.
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice low and firm.
I looked into his eyes, and I felt a wave of lust run through me. I had to have him. I had to have his body inside me.
"Whatever you want," I said, as he continued to kiss me all over my body.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I realized how close he was.
"I want you," I whispered.
He smiled and whispered back to me "I want you too" and
began to kiss me again,this time moving down to my neck. I could feel his touch all over me.
He moved down to my breasts, kissing them softly as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. I arched my back towards him, feeling my stomach yearning for his touch.
"You're so fucking sexy," he said as he continued to kiss me, causing a shiver to run over my body.
He kissed down my stomach, and I couldn't wait for him to continue.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I couldn't believe my luck. I had just been dumped by a boy, and now I was fucking my boss in his own bed.
