A dreary Monday at school. Mid-semester and nothing exciting on the horizon professionally. Same old same old thing. I was forcing myself to grade tests when she came in. I still had the taste of balogna sandwich in my mouth as a matter of fact, and I was still hungry. When Wendy came in I decided I wasn't hungry for another sandwich.

She was wearing a denim skirt which came down almost to her knees, and a new blouse. I'd call it a T-shirt, but I'm a guy. It barely covered her midriff in any event. She had that wide whote hairband in her curly red hair. I like it when she curls her hair. Her make-up was perfect. Her large brown eyes were the focal point, her rose-colored lips secondary. She was wearing clear nail polish and she had just had her nails done in the french style. I could smell her perfume as she walked in the door. Obsession. Suddenly I was, just like the day she blew me here in the classroom.

"Looks like you're bored," she said, checking to see that we were alone.

"Yeah," I said, nodding to her to close the door. She turned and closed the door. Her ass looked pretty good in that skirt. Round with a little jiggle as she walked. Wendy came to the desk.

"Am I going to see you tonight?" she asked me.

"You're seeing me now," I joked.

"No, I'm serious," she said. "I have a surprise for you."

"Do you have it with you?" I said.

"Yes, but I shouldn't here at the school."

Now I was really wondering.

"I've got the leash and collar in the desk drawer in case I need them. No, seriously, what is it? Is it worth the drive over tonight?"

"Well, duh! It's worth it to you," she said, sticking her tongue out at me. She hesitated and then said "I've missed you, Larry."

"I've missed plowing that sweet little red-fur cunt of yours," I started, fondling her right breast and feeling the nipple respond to my touch. "the way your tight little asshole puckers when I thrust my cock into you."

"Stop it Larry," she said, blushing.

"The way you moan so sweetly when I am fucking you slowly. The way you scream when you cum." I stuck my hand up under her shirt and beneath the cup of her bra. I could feel goose pimples on her tit.

"Stop it, you're making me wet."

"The way your pussy tastes when your juices are flowing and you're ready for me to fuck your brains out." She pulled away from me.

"Not here," she said.

"It's always so good, baby, like the first time on the raft? The waves helping to drive my cock into you."

"Or like the store," she added, "when you drenched me in a mixture of cum and Coolwhip."

"and when you swallow my loads on your balcony and scream for the whole apartment complex?"

"Stop it. Not here. We can't do this right now," she said, turning away.

"Okay, then I'm not going to come for my surprise," I said, pretending to be mad.

"Oh, all right! Here it is," she said, lifting her shirt and showing me the tattoo on her back, just above her ass. It read "Fuck me" on one side, and "Larry" on the other side of her back.

"You had my name tattooed on yourself?" I said, taken back a bit.

"That one's in henna, just in case I ever change my mind."

"Or your brand of cock," I said. "Say, how about you get dicked right now?"

"I'd love to but."

"No buts allowed" I said, reaching beneath her skirt and securing her panties. "Bend over there on the counter, I'm going to take some of that snatch." Her panties slid down and she stepped out of them. They were satin, silver with red hearts.

I bent her over the window counter. No one knew enough to look up here and see us in the window of the third floor, and with distances being what they are, no one would know who exactly was getting their ass fucked or by whom.

"You're my little slut, aren't you?" I whispered into her ear from behind, my hand finding and cupping her left breast.

"I am. I am your whore," she said, lifting her skirt and spreading her ass cheeks.

"Let's give this doggy a bone," I suggested, and thrust firmly into the tight pucker that was her asshole.

"Oh God! Give this bitch the whole bone!" she moaned. "Harder, deeper! Harder, deeper-yes! That's it-ahhhhhhhhh."

"Look, they're practicing soccer down there-bet they'd rather be up here fucking a redhead like I am."

"Ooooh, yes! Fuck this little redhead! Fuck me hard."

I fucked her hard, the counter rocking beneath our weight as I thrust into her wet, dark and sweet bunghole. I felt her tits getting wet and realized she was drooling as I fucked her.

"Are-you-going to-cum-on my face?" she asked.

"No," I said, "in your ass."

"Oh God, yes! Yes! Leave a load in my ass."

Her orgasm began shortly after she screamed that to me. This was way better than grading papers. Grading her asshole with my cum dozer. It was tight, wet, work and we sweated.

Her anus gripped my cock like glue as she moaned deeply and her whole body shook.

I paused for a moment, then started to pump her again. After a few moments I felt my balls release the load for delivery, and the sensation as it traveled down my cock into her ass.

My cock was engulfed in the backwash as the cum oozed out her ass. I pulled out, and suddenly she was on her knees, catching the cum as it dripped from her ass and putting it in her mouth.

"Rub your cock on my face," she commanded. "I want to wear it." Who was I to argue as she cleaned every bit of cum pudding off my cock and balls, to be deposited down her throat. I slapped her across the nose with it, and ran it along her cheek to her left ear. It hung on her face like paste.

"Shit! Now that's what I call lunch!" I said.

"But I got the dessert," she whispered.

"I got the 'nooner," I announced. "What will you serve me for dinner tonight now?"

I helped her step back into the panties, and I finger fucked her a moment as she kissed my cock and tucked it back into my pants again.

Pussy a'la King for supper?

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