In the beginning

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Everyone needs to get a start somewhere. Before he will have a house of slaves, it started as a class of slaves for lack of a better phrase. He is only known as Master to one but Mr. Syntar to others. Though this wasn't a lifestyle he set out originally to begin, it just sorta happened when a new young teacher took up the classroom next door to him and a bond developed. A sort of master and apprentice as he had a couple extra years of experience. Things grew from there and now it is more of a master and slave relationship involving long afternoons after school trying to figure out best practices.

The bell had rung already and his classroom was empty. He was sitting at his desk going through some of the papers that had been turned into him. Students had filed out already and the hallways were crowded and loud. Lockers were slamming, kids were using their outside voice inside. Usually it was chaos which is why he remained in his room until the halls usually thinned out though now a days he had other reasons to be after school.

He was dressed in his usual attire for work. A long sleeve dress shirt of varying color, today blue, slacks, and tie. He would only wear the suit coat if necessary. Black shoes would finish off his attire. Hair was generally kept short as it would mean less work to do in the morning when it came to getting ready. He slept in as much as possible as the nromal school day could drain you but his after school activities could be almost utterly exhausting.

Ms. Gwenneth Carson was a tall, slender young woman, who for most of her school career, could've been easily classified as a nerd. Always considered by her own classmates as a teachers pet, it seemed twistedly ironic that in her first year in college, she decided to pursue a degree in education. It was also during this time, she met her first real boyfriend, Mr. Syntar, an older student who graduated the same year she enrolled.

Their relationship was rather secret, and due to her slightly introverted social life, it was an easy secret to keep even as their relationship quickly strayed from normalcy, as she discovered her submissive side just as he realized what a thrill it was to be caring as well as dominant of a willing, young woman like herself. During her student teacher time, she assisted Mr. Syntar both in the classroom and out of it, soon calling him Master occasionally, and then outside of public, calling him Master exclusively and learned to love it.

The two of them managed to manipulate fate well enough that her first job after graduating college was teaching at the same High School he taught at, and as fortune would have it, have her classroom next to his. Now, whether at home, or at work, she could always be at his side, like a good slave, whether during their morning break, the lunch hour, or right now, as soon as the school day ended.

Tidying up a few things in her office, the tall blonde and adorably nerdy Ms. Carson finally left her classroom and quickly entered his. She was wearing a nice gray business skirt that just went past her knees, simple black heels, and a white collared shirt as well as her pair of eyeglasses.

"Hello Mr. Syntar," she said in a cool voice, as her Master, looking unflappable and calm at the end of the school day, awaited her arrival in his classroom. She closed the door behind her, locking it. "Hello Master," she then added, her voice taking a deceptively coy, submissive tone as soon as they were in private.

Already, like a well trained slave, she was unbuttoning her shirt as she lowered her eyes, walking towards him. "It's been quite the full day Master, how do you wish to relieve your stress?" she asked of him obediently, a gleaming smile on her face.

Eyes would look up at the sound of the door opening as well as the greeting. A slight upturn on one side of his lips when he noticed it was fellow teacher Ms. Carson. Though he knew her better as slave or pet. She would also be called Gwen on occassion though as with everything it was when he felt like it. This life style was still somewhat new to him though he was beginning to enjoy it, and this rather secretive relationship they had only added to that enjoyment.

"Hello there girl... yes it was a rather eventful day. I am still grading some papers... so why don't you finish undressing then crawl underneath my desk..." He would give her a wink as he was telling her what he wanted like it was natural. He could tell her to do anything and she would do it. She had learned to enjoy it as much as he did.

Eyes didn't leave her form right away. He was always looking for that moment of hesitation in her actions but since she was already removing that shirt to show him what she wore underneath he figured she already had all intentions on getting naked for him.

Some would say they were an odd pairing. He being rather handsome athletic type and her possessing a nerdy beauty. One just wouldn't think of them as being together. Perhaps if it wasn't this understanding in this lifestyle they lived they wouldn't have been together as long as they have been. Though he didn't feel as committed to her as she was to him. His eyes did wander over some true beauties by society's standards.

"Of course," she said, strutting in front of him as he graded his paper, and was being intentionally slow to unbutton and then peel off her shirt, revealing her flat stomach and sides, and the black lacy bra she was wearing underneath that cupped her pert, firm breasts. Reaching behind her, she faced him across the desk and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor and giving him a full frontal view of her nude body, complete wit the small reddish nipples that stood erect from her milky white breasts.

Her heels tapping as she walked towards the desk, she slid off her skirt and panties with one move, stepping out of them and then crawled on all fours. The last thing he saw before she disappeared out of view under the desk, was her eagerly grinning face, the slight dimples on her cheeks as she crawled under his desk to service him.

Cock worship is what she called it.

Appropriate enough, since that is practically what she did.

He felt the fly on his black pants slide open, and his boxers pull down, revealing an uncoiling, semi-erect penis slowly rising like a serpent from its nest. The nerdy first year teacher took a long whiff of his intoxicating, masculine aroma that rose from his manhood before wrapping her thing fingers around his hardening, aroused cock.

She gave it a few gentle, firm strokes, before finally moving her head forward, nuzzling the glans of his cockhead with her nose, taking in his scent more and more, before sliding the length of his cock against the side of her face, brushing her cheeks against it, like she was embracing a lover, before finally sliding the now fully erect phallus down the middle of her face, a thin line of sticky precum leaving a partial glistening trail as she did.

The head of his cock finally brushed over her lips, only to have them open up and sweetly plant a kiss on the tip of his manhood, her tongue darting out, tasting the bubbling precum oozing from his penis, before finally her lips opened up and gradually took in his cockhead into the warm bath that was her mouth.

It was definitely cock worship.

He intently watched her as if his eyes couldn't be removed from her body. The way she shifted and stripped herself of her clothing. He watched each article be removed as if he hadn't seen it over a hundred times before. This time was no different then the others but he was always fascinated to see if there would be the slightest difference in what is revealed to him. Eyes roaming as he would wait until she was fully naked then watch her crawl like she was the one stalking her prey towards his desk.

Soon enough she would be out of his sight and down below between his legs underneath that desk. Thankfully it was one of those older desks that didn't have the shield guard installed for women in skirts. It gave her plenty of room though she would have to keep a curl in her back and neck which was perfect for what she was going to be handling. He would go back to looking at his stack of papers he still needed to finish as he continued reading through them.

He couldn't help but notice her attention at removing his limp member that she utterly worshipped. She showed how much she loved and praised his cock as she ran it over her hands and just enjoyed the simple scent of him. Perhaps to him it wouldn't be all that pleasant havin been in his slacks all day but to her it must have been something of an aphrodisiac. It only helped to keep her in that mood that she obviously had.

Her mouth teased across the tip of him before she took him down inside her wet inviting hole. Her tongue could be felt on the underside rubbing as her lips were all about him being the first thing he felt rubbing along as she took him down. He would breath in sharply at the pleasureable feeling but say nothing to her as he wanted to get these papers done. She had her task and he had his.

The bloated head of his cock slipped into a warm bath of her saliva, as her tongue rolled out, and over his sensitive glans, twisting and writhing along his shaft as it gently slid deeper into her mouth. She had spend many hours of her college career, and later as his student teacher assistant on her knees, and now she knew well what he liked but as always, every moment was a little different.

Feeding the first four or five inches into her mouth, her cheeks sucked inward slightly, as he felt his cock press against the back of his mouth and immediately sensed what was going to happen next. His cock pulsed with tension, with anticipation as suddenly, she took in several more inches, his hard cock being forced to bend as it slid down her tight throat. She gagged slightly as she swallowed the head of his cock, letting him feel the back of her mouth tighten on his cock as it slid into her throat.

Any normal girl would've been gagging, but she was so well trained...

The pangs of pleasure shot up through his penis everytime she swallowed on his cock, feeling her throat compress down on his shaft, the suctioning sensation driving him wild as her tongue still thrashed and massaged the rest of his length. He even felt her warm breath, exhaling from her nostrils, blasting across his groin as his balls came up to rest against her chin, and her thin lips were practically wrapped around the base of his manhood. He was all the way in now and just to put him over the edge, she started to moan, every vibration humming through his shaft, adding even more pleasure to what was already a blissful experience.

Perhaps it has something to do with the fact for years she got none. She was probably the nerdy type in high school and in college when she developed a bit more she now was making up for lost time. He didn't know the case but he also didn't really care to know either. He was focusing more on the here and now. She was working his cock with the years of experience she had on him. He was surprised she didn't ave dried out knees with how much time she spent down on them. Maybe later in life she would have knee problems.

Though he was focusing on the now more. True she was working him with such skill that he couldn't help but lose focus on the papers he was grading at times. She was slurping and sucking away at him. He could feel his balls becoming coated with her spit as she took him down into her throat balls deep. Her mouth holding him with no gag reflex as he felt himself in her throat going the same way air and food did.

He wouldn't be able to keep his attention on those papers for much longer as she was pushing him closer to that release he had waited many hours for. His one hand would still hold a pen as theo ther would reach underneath the desk and become lost in her blonde locks. He would close his eyes a moment and lean back in the chair a bit more. He would look under seeing the top of her head as it bobbed up and down on his thick member. "Enjoying yourself pet?" Her moans telling him she was but he always did enjoy hearing it though he didn't want her to take her mouth from the cock she was working.

Upon hearing his question, and feeling his fingers sifting through her long blonde hair, she simply uttered an even deeper, more resounding moan that sent a shockwave of pleasure through him as her response created a wonderful hum that reverberated through his cock, making it tremble as it was being sucked so tightly in her mouth and throat. His entire length was buried in her mouth, the throat almost constantly putting a tight, almost vice like squeeze on the first half of his phallus, as the rest of his impressive length was bathed in her warm mouth, and massaged by her manipulating, muscular tongue.

As his balls grew wet from the spittle escaping her tight lips, she slid her fingers up and at first her fingernails lightly scraped against the sensitive skin of his scrotum, almost tickling him, pleasuring him before she gently cupped and massaged each of his testes between her fine fingers, moaning into his cock the whole while.

His attention was now fully on her as he dropped his second hand underneath the desk to grip one of her shoulders. His fingers working into her as he rubbed her about side to side. Fingers loosening and tightening as he touched her. He would just lean back even more so in that chair as he took it back until the safety lock wouldn't let him go anymore. Eyes watching her intently seeing his slick member from time to time with the motion of her head. He would feel the cooler air at the base when she slid back as she took him fully into her mouth.

His heart was racing in his chest as his breathing was getting heavier. He knew there may be some dampness to his pants around his cock as she worked on him. He didn't worry about that. He didn't worry about naything as the moment of release started to wash over him. His toes would even curl some in his shoes as his body tensed. He remained seated in that chair as he groaned lowly. He didn't want to be too loud as that first spurt was released from his slit into the back of her throat. He was getting the release he needed and she was getting a taste of her master. A treat she desperately needed and craved.

Eyes watching her still as more and more would spurt from his slit into her awaiting mouth. Hand on the back of her head keeping her down on him not letting her pull back as he filled her mouth. His other hand gripping her shoulder tightly as he breathed heavily through his mouth.

For a normal girl, the taste of a mans cum for the most part, simply wasn't good. But Gwenneth took his seed with a hungry lust that would've put that fact to rest as she let his cock withdraw halfway, not cheating herself out of tasting the cum by letting it shoot straight down her throat. No, like a good pet, she took the first spurt in the mouth, and as much more as she could handle.

Her throat started gulping the thick amounts of hot copious cream as her cheeks caved inward again, trying to suck every spurt of his piping hot cum as soon as it burst forth from his rock hard phallus, but it was an exercise in futility as soon the cum started bubbling forth from her mouth, some of it dribbling down her chin, much of the spent cum splattering onto her breasts and knees as she continued to gulp down the thick jets of semen as they still shot out of his penis into her rapidly flooding mouth.

Eventually, like always, she finally had to pull her lips free of his cock and the final sprays of cum splattered across her face, thin streams of milky white fluid criss crossing her eager face with his raw, hot seed, practically marking her as his and his alone. As he unloaded the last load of his cock onto her face, she took the time to recover, swallowing the rest of his load.

Then, like a good pet, she started scooping up the droplets and errant strands that escaped her lips on her fingers and started licking them clean as he laid his spent, recovering cock on her bare shoulder beside her cum marked head.

The entire moemnt was a sight to behold. Eyes watching as she drooled his cum from her mouth down her chin and the rest from there dripping down to other parts of her body. He would watch as she handled all she could then having to give up the fight she pulled back taking a shot onto her face as he would finish up there.

Her fingers were quick at work getting what she needed to clean herself off. very little was waisted though. He would move his one hand from her shoulder to her chest and rub some of his cum into her skin continuing to mark her as his own as her skin would 'soak up' the cum. He would smirk down to as he would slip his hips back sitting up straight in his chair now nearly pulling his cock fully from her and having it slip back into his pants. "You can come out once your fully clean girl."

His attention would go back to his papers though he wouldn't put himself away just letting his cock remain loose into the air.

"Thank you Master," Gwenneth said with a cool, collected voice as the soft sounds of her slurping up the remnants of his scattered seed softly carried through the room as he continued grading his papers. Finally, having cleaned herself up, Ms. Carson crawled backwards from underneath the desk and still naked, rose up to her full elegant height.

Then like a good student, simply walked to the front row of desk and still completely naked, asked for his permission to finish up some of her days paperwork, so she wouldn't have to bring it home and proceeded to work on her own as well while still completely naked so he could enjoy the view of her nude natural beauty whenever he looked up and forward.

He watched as she did slip out. Her body glistening slightly in the light from the remnants of the cum on her skin. Her tongue still licking about trying to make sure everything was down into her belly. He would smirk as he would move to a seat like a good student as she sat there and began grading her own papers.

As he watched her he started to think. What would it be like to have a classroom of such slaves? Perhaps that was an amibitious thought but why not have more than one? There wasn't anything that said he couldn't. He would look to her as she seemed quite comfortable naked and grading her own work. Most people could only wish for such a view while working.

"I had a thought my dear.... seeing you sitting there... there must be students I could make my slaves as well... I am sure there must be girls who are not happy and they do not know why... they feel they need someone controlling them... using them...." He looked as if he was in thought having had some sort of realization about that matter. He wasn't even thinking about her own reaction to his statement. How would she take the idea of him wanting other girls similar to how he had her?

Gwenneth looked up from her paperwork, and punched the pen in her hand a few times, raising an eyebrow at his sudden request. For a moment, what almost felt like an icy silence crossed the room as Mr. Syntar wondered for a moment if jealousy would interrupt their relationship unlike anything else ever had.

But she raised an eyebrow, her eyes almost lighting up as the gears worked in her creative and deceptively smart mind. "Actually," she said, running the tip of the pen across her lips. "I find that idea intriguing Master. Truth be told, I must confess sometimes it is difficult to balance my duties as your pet, and your lover, as well as my career and I cannot sacrifice either."

She punched the pen again, bringing it down onto her notepad. "And I know what you mean Master, many of these young women seem adrift, they are wanting affection, attention but I fear their desires go unaddressed and they cannot find a way to express their deep, dark desires. If anything, it is something we can definitely pursue," she said, raising her eyes up to his and smiling. "If the thought still pleases you Master."

Well now her reaction was definately one he would expect from a well trained girl. She admitted she couldn't be enough for him to take care of all his needs plus balance her life. He would remember that in the future. Perhaps needing to be able to have full time slaves to him. Though at this time that wouldn't even be possible for him to do.

His attention would go back to her as she agreed with his assessment that there had to be girls at this school looking to be apart of something like that. He would lean forward some on his desk thinking. "Though we would have to be careful who we approach... this can not come back on us in a negative way... perhaps look for a girl that is attractive be low on the social radar... she may be one with deep desires..."

The idea was sounding good to him as he looked back to his naked slave sitting at the desk. He didn't even think if the hard chair was cold or uncomfortable to sit in when naked. He would finish up his last paper and slip them all into a folder. Eyes watching her as he still was pushing the idea around. "Does anyone come to mind to you my dear?"

"Actually... the more I think about it," she started to ponder, twirling her pen in hand. "I might know of a few ostracized souls that might be appropriate," she said calmly, noting his reaction to the thought that there was already more then one candidate. "As I'm sure you've heard around the water cooler, the cheerleading squad is quite popular, but while they are the cool girls in school, the flag squad..." she started to explain. ".. you know, the three girls that hold the school and state flag and so on. They are officially members of the team, but socially, aren't into their clique. It's made of up the girls that essentially don't have the social standing to be popular."

She paused, realizing she could've been talking about herself back in High School and sighed. "Mmm... If we handle this correctly, I might be able to get them to come over to our place, spin up some sort of story, but I have no idea how we'll be able to broach the subject to them." Her eyes rose to his, as she stared at him with a bit of teasing admiration. "You were always so much more seductive then I Master," she said with a thin lace of sarcasm and envy in her voice.

She was already hard at work on this idea. She was forgetting about her own work and thinking about this matter. He would smirk as he nodded his head towards her. His arm crossing over his own chest as he leaned back in his chair not even caring his fly was still open and his limp cock was hanging out over the opening. Who was to see it anyway? His slave? She had it inside of her on a number of occassions so it wasn't going to be an issue. If anything it would be a treat for her to see.

"Well... perhaps we will see about convincing them of some sort of practice... or they are needed for another event... some reason to get them alone and away from the others... with just the two of us... at our place would be best.... then I could try to tackle them one on one at first... though who knows if things work out with all three of them at once..." He was bouncing ideas off of her as she was doing the same for him. Just the thought of being able to pull this off was beginning to excite him as he would slip from his desk and stand up.

He started to walk towards her. His cock showing some signs of life sticking from his pants as he approached the side of the desk she was sitting at looking down to her. "So you will bring them to me then.... I can entrust this to you?"

She turned to him, putting her pen down and glancing up at him, a smile on her face. "I can definitely bring them to you Master," she said, before her eyes dropped to his cock and ever so sweetly, she leaned down and to her side, rubbing her cheek and nose against his partially erect cock. "Does the thought of new conquests excite you Master?" she asked in a teasingly calm voice.

Her face brushed against his cock again, waiting for him to reveal his intentions and his answer.

He watched her as she leaned into him and touched him lightly with her face. She showed him such affection, such want. Obviously it was something she wanted. He wanted to give it to her. He would smirk down to her when she stated the obvious though she didn't do anything to him. She didn't take it into her own hands as she awaited him. "Help me from my clothes girl... then lay out on my desk..."

His intentions were clear now. He wanted to fuck her but he also didn't want his clothes to be ruined. His eyes running over her as he would move away from her. He would wait for her now to begin to undress him as his eyes just ran over her naked form.

Gwenneth rose from her chair, stark naked and standing before him and smiled. Then, being as professional as possible, like she was some sort of kind Secretary or Personal Assistant, she popped the collar of his shirt, before sliding off his silk tie, and neatly folded it on the student desk. Then one by one, and focusing on his chest, she unbuttoned his dress shirt, before stepping around him, pulling the shirt off of him, revealing his impressive upper body physique.

Yet, likely just to tease him, she gave no visceral reaction as she stood right behind her Master, a clinically cold look on her face outside of the polite smile, and wrapped her arms around his body, sticking her thumbs under the waist of his pants and sliding them off. "Step forward please sir," she said, taking on a detached voice like she was a flight attendant.

When he did, she folded the pant leg, one over the over and then laid it over the back of the seat. She then walked in front of him again, and kneeling down, brushed her calm face against his hardening cock again and slipped his boxers off so he could step out of them as well. Then, having stripped her Master naked, she rose back to her feet and smiled at him. "Much better Mr. Syntar," she said, sliding her hands down his shoulders as she offered him a playful smirk.

Then without another word she obediently walked towards his desk and simply laid herself across the desk, her legs dangling over the edge, already partly open, allowing him an enticing view of her moist and glistening pussy.

She was quick to get to work. His body being stripped of its clothing. But she didn't just undress him, she slowly stripped him. She could have just taken his clothes off but she made it seem like it was a pleasure in itself removing each article of his clothing and doing it so sensually. She would be good to teach the new girls they were plotting to bring to him. His classroom to be filled with them. It was an idea he had and he was going to go with it.

He would watch as she would stand back up once he was nude and take her place as he commanded on the desk. Foreplay was something he would want on occassion. Other time he would just shove his cock into her and pound away until he was finished using her. Today was what on the former as he figured he would give her a special treat.

He approached her on that desk as his hand went to her legs opening them wider as they hung there off the edge of the desk. Eyes looking to her as he would run his hands up along her thighs. He would lean down then still being a bit from her. He would move his head down closer to her lower lips as he would let his tongue slip out and lick all along the outer folds of her pussy lips. His eyes would watch her as she would know this would be a treat and she would probably react accordingly. His hands still on her inner thighs keeping her legs wide as he would apply more pressure parting her lips and letting his tongue slip up and down along her flicking the tip of his tongue alone her clit.

Lips would slip back as he would talk. "When can you get these girls to me?" Mind still on the subject at hand not just the fact he was between her thighs as he would lean forward wrapping his lips along her hidden clit. He would suck along it as tongue would still flick at it enjoying the taste of her in his mouth. It was all about his enjoyment after all.

Gwenneth uttered a moan, her mouth wincing and eyes closing as she felt her clit opening up, becoming engorged as her Masters tongue expertly and delicately revealed under the folds of ultra sensitive pussy flesh, the soft clit and started lapping and massaging it directly with his tongue. It only took a few strokes of his skilled tongue to get her writhing, and cooing.

Her fingers slid along the side of the desk, gripping its rim, as she tried her best to remain still, to endure, to let his skilled tongue work its impressive magic on her fresh pussy. Having him sample her like this wasn't rare, but the times were sparing enough that when she was rewarded with such an action, it drove her just as crazy as the time before.

Even worse, he was asking her questions, arousing ones, about their mutually hatched plan. "After Friday's football game Master," she tried to spit out quickly, before yelping again, her last word almost shrieking out but she managed to control her voice.

They were in school after all.

"Tomorrow I will approach them, tell... fffnnnhhh them we can plan sommmm thing new for the flag skkaaa.. the flag squad over winter then just football games. I can bring them over the whole weekend if it works right!" she finally squealed, gasping for breath, barely able to form a sentence as she endured his pleasurable assault on her womanhood.

He would smirk to himself as his lower face was hidden from her view. He would continue licking about her he would dip his tongue up and down along her inner folds. He at one point would push his face into her more feeling her lips spreading around him as he pushed his tongue deep into her entrance as he licked about moving his tongue in a circular motion. He would shift it in and out as if his tongue was making love it her. His hands would shift her legs to his shoulder so they would be kept up and he would have easy enough access to his own treat.

His hands now were free to slip up her body and rubbing along her abdomen on route to her breasts. His fingers tip would rub over her small mounds as they would find her nipples pinching them slightly between two fingers. Eyes looking up to her as he would lick higher lifting upwards on her legs some as he would lick and suck about her clit. He would massaged the now exposed nub between his lips and let his tongue run over it.

He enjoyed the control she was putting on herself as well as the moans she was trying to keep down. Her voice telling him her enjoyment. He wasn't done talking with her. "Good... if this works... we can look elsewhere... perhaps even get a few cheerleaders..." He didn't know them as well as he perhaps should. They may not fit what they were looking for. "Any other... mm mgroups you can think off..." Figured he would keep her talking while he kept licking.

She felt her chest and neck heating up from the pleasure burning and building from her clit, from his tonguework. It was making it even hard for her to control her excited breathing, much less think or talk. But she tried anyways, her chest heaving, her small, pert breasts rising and ebbing with every haphazard exhalation of delight.

"There's a lot... of groups Masteerrrr," she cooed softly, losing her voice again for a moment. "The marching band... the mmmmm the contemporary and classic dance club." Her fingers balled up into fists as she tried to control herself, already looking flushed from his oral manipulations on her engorged clit. "The smart girls that study in the library after school. And the real loners," she grunted. "Oh fuuuu the foreign born kids. They're lonely too," she finally managed to moan, exasperated.

As if thinking she had enough, though more like he was rock hard and wanted to get inside of her, he would pull back his face giving her lower lips once last kiss as he would slip his body closer to her leaving himself bent over some as his lips kissed up her body. He would pause for a moment along her breasts as fingers would squeeze into them lifting them slightly as he would lick around the outer edge of her nipples before nibbling lightly on the pert buds of each.

His lower face glistened with the juices of her pussy. He would kiss up along her neck and bring his lips against her own for a quick kiss looking down to her. "My my girl... you have made such a mess of my face..." He would wink to her as he would shift his one hand down along her side of her body and take hold of his rock hard member.

The tip of it would be felt rubbing along her outer lips parting them slightly under the pressure he was applying to her. He knew she was craving more, he had left her so wanting as he didn't finish her off with his mouth. Soon though he would give her more of what she wanted as he would position himself at her entrance and with how wet she was it would only be a quick shove forward of his hips and he would be deep inside of her. His thighs meeting the desk as her thighs were around his hips now.