"I want to, but I'm not going to."

From Create Your Own Story

She stops smiling, then after a moment leans closer. She touches her forehead against yours, she smells good, she rubs your cock through your pants.

She breathes, "I'll do anything for you," and kisses you slowly. You kiss her back but don't do anything else. You want to run your fingers through her hair and pull her body against yours. She pulls back slightly and says, "You can do anything you want to me," and kisses you again, more passionately now, you taste her tongue. Her hand is still massaging your cock, the other she puts around your neck and holds herself hard against you. You give in, put one hand on her thigh, and with the other, run your fingers through her silky hair.


You're thinking you should probably be worried about how intense her feelings for you seem to be, but right now all you can think about asking is, "Anything huh?"

She smiles amused, "That's what I said."

"What if I want anal?"

She leans forward and whispers in your ear, "I want your cock in my ass so bad."

"What about deepthroat."

"I love doing deepthroat."

"Is that right? I sure would enjoy to watching you try, but maybe you didn't notice, I've got a pretty big dick. No girl's ever managed to swallow it before."

She looks down at your crotch. Your cocks been slowly growing fatter and harder this whole time. You pull your chair out a little and let her unzip you and pull it out to take a look.

"Oh," she says to herself, staring at it's bulk in her hand. "Yeah. That's pretty fucking big." She goes silent, then in one quick motion she drops down to kneel in front of you and pushes the head hungrily into her mouth, squeezing the shaft with her hand.

"Whoa there girl," you pull her off. "So you still think you can do it then?"

"You said you'd love to watch me try."

"Yeah. I did say that didn't I . . . but first," you reach into your desk and pull out the key, "I think I'd better lock the door. If someone walked in on us like this they might get the wrong idea." She laughs.


You stand up and walk to the door, holding your open pants up with one hand. You lock it and walk back to Amy, still kneeling by your desk, she looks excited and a little nervous. You stand over her smiling with your cock in your hand, looking down on her, wondering what you want to do first.


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