Hardcore Office Training: The Intern's Lesson

The door clicked shut, locking the office. Professor Vance didn't reach for a file; she reached for my belt. She pushed me back into the leather chair, her eyes hungry as she unzipped my pants. My cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing. She didn't hesitate, leaning down to wrap her warm, wet mouth around my head. She sucked my cock with a rhythmic, desperate intensity, her tongue swirling around the tip while her hands gripped my thighs. I groaned, watching her cheeks hollow out as she pulled me deep into her throat.

She pulled away with a wet pop, leaving me panting. 'You're too tense, intern,' she whispered, her voice thick with lust. She stood up, hiking her skirt over her hips and pulling her lace panties aside to reveal her soaking wet pussy. She climbed onto my lap, straddling my waist so my cock was pressed right against her clit. She guided my head toward her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her folds until she was dripping. With one heavy thrust, she sat down, taking all of me inside her tight, hot pussy.

'Fuck me, you little shit,' she commanded, her hips beginning to grind. I grabbed her heavy breasts, squeezing them as she bounced on my cock. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room. She was riding me hard, her pussy clamping down on my shaft with every downward stroke. I reached down, sliding two fingers into her wet slit while my other hand held her hips, driving her down harder. She was moaning loudly now, her head tossing back as her walls began to quiver around me.

I couldn't hold back. I gripped her waist and began thrusting upward, meeting her rhythm with violent, deep stabs. My cock hit her cervix, and she let out a guttural scream. I felt my balls tighten as the orgasm hit. I pumped my cock deep inside her, shooting thick ropes of cum high into her womb. She collapsed onto my chest, her pussy pulsing and milking me dry as we both shook from the climax. The lesson was over, but the mess was just beginning.