" That's enough, Paul," I said, forcing a bit of unnatural firmness intomy voice. "We can't talk about my looks in school."The bell rang to end the l...nch hour and I turned to leave. He said in awhisper: "I can't get you out of my mind."I must have blushed. I said nothing, but walked away, flush-faced, andfeeling more and more tingly and disconnected and spacey. And, mypanties seemed to grow wet. I was dreading the last class of the day, myEnglish Literature class where Paul would be. She could feel it: his cock throbbing and pulsing within her and the spreading warmth caused by his hot seed splashing inside her. Although she was on the pill, they had never asked. They didn't care if they got her pregnant, probably hoped that they would. She felt so degraded, so humiliated, so hot. As Harry's climax ended, her orgasm began.He squeezed her tits roughly as the last of his cum trickled out inside her. He then rolled her off of him, discarding her now that he was done using her.. Then I got another call from my mystery lady."I'm going to impose on your good nature again," she said without preamble."Oh, no," I groaned. "Not Mrs Buffoon again." Mrs Buffoon?" The project non-manager on the last crappy project you dropped me in."She laughed. It was the first time I'd heard her laugh. It was a very pleasant sound. "No, not Mrs Buffoon. I need a team leader urgently. I know you've done that sort of thing before. Would you help me out again?" What sort of team and what sort of. "I hoped you would like that," she said to my penis."Thanks," I answered in its place."Did you really volunteer for what you did on stage, or did they pay you to do it?"This made me chuckle, and I answered, "Well, they didn't pay me, but I also didn't volunteer for it!" Huh?! Did they force you then?" Not really, I just didn't know what they had planned for me, but I followed them anyway." I see," she said, thinking about it. "But you liked it?" As strange as it may sound ... Yes, I liked it!".