Just another day in the office

Chapter 1 : Mr Cave & Arella (part 1)

Arella's POV:

I was sitting in math class when I heard the words "Arella Winkle to the office.. NOW" pierce through my ears. My mind was racing as I waddled down the hallway and down the lengthy staircase. "What does the office want? Maybe I will get some alone time with Todd- I mean Mr Cave". You see, the first time I saw that handsome silver fox was a year and a half ago when I got into trouble for fighting a bitch and got sent to his office. I was so lost in my thoughts that my melon head slammed into the two wide pull doors that sealed the office from the rest of the world, and there he was.

He was leaning on the counter above the desk where the whore-- I mean the office ladies work. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders were hunched up and his hands were holding his oh so iconic travel mug. God I wish I was that mug. As I toppled over, I saw the light in front of me get shadowed as a handsome, sexy, silver fox was standing over me. "Arella! Are you okay?" I saw his hand extend and I took it. His hands were soft like a bare baby's ass. He hoisted me back up and we came eye to eye. His beautiful blue eyes looked me up and down. "We should talk in my office now" he preached. I nodded my head and followed him to his office. When we got into his office I realized we were still hand in hand, he blushed and let go of my fish stick fingers.

"So Arella, do you know why I called you in here?" he asked. He was pacing back in forth in his Ottoman swivel chair and his hands were interlocked across his chest. He looked down and then we made eye contact. I couldn't contain myself but I knew I had to. "No sir, I haven't been a bad girl lately I've been very good". He bit his lip and chuckled. "I know. That's exactly why you're here. I have never met a student as bad as you Arella". I wasn't sure if he meant misbehaved or like baddie. Either way he was praising me and that made my engine rev like a Harley Davidson motorcycle. "I'm not sure what you mean Mr. Cave?" I said. He stood up and quietly locked the door. He turned back around and gave me this look, and I knew it was time.

He began to unbutton his shirt as I tried to get my leggings off my meaty thighs, the same leggings I haven't taken off in 2 years. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he revealed another pale green long sleeved button up with sweat stains under his armpits, pecs, and back. He peeled off 3 other shirts and finally revealed a 10-pack, bulging pectorals, and a treasure trail that could only lead to his sweet sweet treasure. I finally managed to take off my leggings and shirt which only took me 10 minutes. But, I was ready.

He grabbed my face and started shoving his tongue down my throat. He ran his hands through my fried weave and I prayed to God that it wouldn't crumble in his hands. I moaned as he began to put kisses down my rolls and my pepperoni nipples. "Mr Cave don't stop" I moaned. He looked into my eyes. "Call me daddy".  He hesitated I asked him "Whats wrong daddy" he thoroughly examined the entire work space when I see him stop to stare at a photograph of his son he jolted and gazed back into my eyes I felt lust I demanded him to remove my underwear immediately. A thought rushed to my head " O gosh i'm wearing my crabby patty granny panties today what if he likes captain underwear more" He started tugging lightly after 20 seconds of no good I looked at him and screamed "Take them bitches off" he looked at me bit his lip and tugged as he yelled "YAGA" I hope he likes the smell I haven't showered in a few years "hEhE".. I looked down to see his emotions changing so quick he obviously loved it. I thought to myself whats next. "Bring those meaty thighs over here". I scootched over and accidentally broke the desk..