Katie's Failing Grade

“Fuck me, Professor,” I said as our bodies collided. “Fuck me.”

I could feel the pressure starting to build in him, the throbbing deep inside me.  I wanted him to come, wanted to feel him release and pump his load into my darkness; but he suddenly stopped, mid-stroke.  I looked up from watching him penetrate me and saw him looking at the door. 

He glanced at me and then back at the door.

“You just couldn’t wait could you?” He asked sternly.  “Take off your clothes.”  He barked the words.

I looked over my shoulder and saw his assistant, the girl from the front desk, Michelle, slipping her jacket off.  She was looking down at the floor like a scolded puppy.  What the fuck? I thought, looking back at Stevenson for some kind of explanation. 

“Katie, I apologize,” Stevenson said, gently tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.  “This is Michelle, my assistant, and she has been a very bad girl,” Stevenson was looked at her with a certain amount of contempt while he spoke, his cock still inside of me.  “And now, I will have to punish her.”

I looked back over at Michelle now naked except for her underwear, black leather boy shorts and a black leather bra.  She glanced at me briefly and then stepped over to couch, lifted a cushion, and removed a black leather collar that was studded with silver rivets.  I watched her put it on and drop to all fours before crawling across the floor toward us.

Honestly, I didn’t care who she was.  I was a little upset.  There I was getting my brains fucked out and his assistant comes into the room and everything stops?  His cock was still inside me.  I moved my hips trying to get his attention, but he only stared at her, almost grinning, as he watched her crawl toward us. 

She crawled to his side and then sat up her knees, her eyes staring at the floor.

“Say hello to Katie,” he ordered.

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