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I worked in a local boys private school as an office assistant. I had been there about 6 months and was by now confident with my job and had also had the chance to get to know all the other staff. What had really surprised me was the amount of 'extra-curricular' activity that was going on amongst the staff, if you know what I mean! The, married, Maths Master [it was a very posh school] was having an affair with the, married, French Mistress, the Science Master, also married, was screwing the foreign 'teaching assistant' [usually after school in the lab!] the Chef was knocking off one of the dinner ladies, the lesbian Games Mistress [I kid you not] had taken as a lover the Assistant Matron [frequently to be found in the boys showers together] and the Deputy Head had been conducting a long standing affair with one of the parents, which usually involved long meetings with her in his office in the middle of the afternoon, door locked! And those were just the ones I knew about.
I worked for the Bursar, an ex military man, in his late forties, he was tall and good-looking with a great sense of humour and sadly happily married. We had flirted mildly, exchanged innuendoes, but he had made it quite clear that he was not in habit of behaving as did most of the other staff. This was a bit of a disappointment to me as I found him stunningly attractive!
School ended at 4 pm, but the office staff didn't finish till 5. This meant that we had an hour of relative quiet to catch up with work and I usually used this time to do the photocopying. The copying room was small, with just one small window that overlooked a courtyard. During the course of the normal day it was inevitably busy with teachers making vast quantities of notes for the boys, so it made sense to leave my stuff until they had all gone home and I could be sure of being uninterrupted. On this particular day I was feeling a little sensitive having had a run in with one of the senior office staff, so I was glad of the opportunity to get away from her for a while and shut myself in this little room. I had been there for about 10 minutes when Bill, the Bursar came in.
'Liz, I wondered who was in here, are you all right, I know you had a bit of a tiff with Kay today. Don't let it get you down.'
I don't really know what came over me, but suddenly I started to cry. Bill was a kind man, and he came over to me and put his arm around my shoulder. 'Hey come on it can't be that bad'
'No I'm sorry Bill, I think I'm just a bit overwrought'.
His arm tightened around my shoulders and he gave me a squeeze. 'It'll be Ok, she'll have forgotten about it tomorrow'.
I looked up at him my eyes still wet. 'I hope so'.
Without warning he turned me towards him and kissed me, just a peck on the cheek at first, but then searching for my mouth, as if hungry for me. I couldn't believe my luck and responded readily, wrapping my arms around him. Soon we were in a passionate embrace, our tongues in each other's mouths, our hands exploring each other's bodies.'
'I've always fancied you you know,' he said. 'Me too' I answered.
He started undoing my blouse as I started undoing his shirt, removing his tie, unzipping his trousers. Clothes fell away as we found ourselves caught up in the passion and naughtiness of the moment.
'You have wonderful breasts, I have often dreamt about touching them just like this, of taking your nipples between my teeth and kissing them', and he proceeded to do just that!
My pussy was wet, I could feel the tops f my thighs sticky with my own love juices, and I was eager to have him, but first I wanted to show him that I knew a thing or two so I dropped to my knees, taking his full length in my mouth, working y own special magic on his cock which made him go hard in my mouth as I licked and flicked the tip of my tongue around the head. My hands were on his arse, and I was moving him in and out of my mouth. He groaned 'God I wish my wife would do this..'
Our passion for each other became intense. He lifted me up onto the workbench that was a perfect height to allow him to enter me. My pussy was dripping wet, the lips swollen and open waiting expectantly for him to thrust himself deep into me. He ran his fingers over my clit, which because I was so aroused was exposed to him and damp from my juices. He rubbed it expertly, bringing me to heights of pleasure I had not felt in a long while, turning me on so much that I called out to him 'Fuck me Bill, I want you to fuck me hard'.
Holding my pussy open for him, he shoved his firm flesh into me, making me squeal with pleasure. He was a skilful lover, using first long hard strokes and then shorter ones, still playing with my clit and bringing me ever closer orgasm. My hands on his shoulders when I wanted to feel him deep inside me I would pull him towards me and he would respond with hard, deep fucking which set my body tingling.
From my position on the bench I could just see out of the small window, and looking up I was aware of bodies in the courtyard, 6th form boys. I knew I should tell Bill to stop in case they should hear us and come over to look in but I was so lost in the sex with him that I knew I couldn't. I sensed rather than saw them moving towards the window, but Bill had no idea. He too was completely absorbed in fucking me, his breath now coming in gasps and I knew that he was about to come. With careful attention to my own needs he brought me off, a combination of his expert fingering of my clit and his deep thrusting. He pulled out of me and shot his cum all over my belly, and I rubbed it into my cunt with my hands. As I was about to get dressed, he stopped me. 'I want a souvenir of this, you know this can never happen again..'
'What do you want?'
'Sit on the copier, of course'. I did and he pocketed the resulting picture.
As I left the school that night I bumped in to some of the 6th form boys.
'Been working late Miss?' they asked with a knowing wink.
Written by Belles Directory
