She even took him into the office in the back to rush the delivery of the book from the other location. As she typed, out of the corner of his eyes he...caught her looking over at him. He turned and smiled at her, their eyes locking. She looked down, embarrassed by his bold stare. His next move was totally on impulse. They were on the fifth floor, well away from the areas frequented by the regular crowd. He turned and locked the door, and then sat down on the desk beside her. As she stopped. "Now get on your knees and kneel there," I point to a spot right behind you and in front of my chair. He obeys, crawling to kneel where I told him to. I can see how excited you both are, both trembling in anticipation. I sit down on my chair, scooting down so that I am practically sitting on your back. the young man's eyes are riveted to me, waiting for permission. "Have you ever licked someone?" I ask him. "No ma'am, I'm still a virgin," he confesses, coloring to his ears. "Well young man. This idea took the biscuit. It was subtle, divine and fucking brilliant. Friday came quicker than I could ever imagine. I had butterflies in my stomach because I was going to become that guy who nailed Becky Waters, the most popular girl in school. I stood outside the door waiting for her in my dad’s suit. I know what you’re thinking, a suit for the cinema is a bit over the top but I really wanted this night to work for me. I wanted to look as sophisticated as I possibly could be and impress my. I raised my head and looked at him.“Son, what was the word Peter’s father used?”“Fuck,” he almost yelled.“And how did he use it?” I asked.“Fuck me,” he answered.“Is that what you want me to do?” I asked quietly.“Yes,” he gasped. “Yes, fuck me father.”Are you sure, son? It will hurt.”“Yes, I’m sure. Fuck me.”I moved up between his legs and holding them apart by his ankles, I positioned my cock head at his opening. I pushed a little until just my head was inside him then stopped, waiting for.