“You like this? My tongue all over your pussy?” I asked, making her moan. I had never been much of talker in bed; it embarrassed me but something about this situation was bringing it out in me. I still found myself blushing but I tried to put it out of my mind.

                “Yes, oh God please don’t stop.” I smirked as I brought two fingers up and slid them easily inside of her, twisting my fingers inside of her and making her first orgasm rip through her. I swallowed as much of it as I could as she lay, trying to catch her breath.

                “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be screaming my name for the whole neighborhood. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” I said in her ear as I stood up and started to coat the strap-on in her juices. She just moaned at my words as I rubbed the fake cock through her folds, never penetrating. She started to buck into it, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as the tip of it would brush over her clit.

                “Fuck me already!” She yelled, practically screaming in frustration when I pulled away.

                “I don’t think that’s any way to talk to your headmaster,” I admonished teasingly as I sat back down in my chair. Before I could blink Ashley was in my lap, hovering over the head of the cock, trying to gage the best way of going about fucking the thing. I swallowed the lump in my throat and helped her to get situated, penetrating her with just the head. She had her hands on my shoulders, using me as leverage as she sank down on it slowly, trying to get it all in. She moaned when she finally sunk down on the final inch, stopping for a moment to adjust. “Do you like my cock Miss Davies?” I questioned, moving my hands around to squeeze her ass playfully.

                “Oh yes Headmaster Carlin,” She answered, as she started to rise up, letting it slip almost all the way out before she slammed herself back down. A sigh slipped through my lips as it pushed on my clit, making my eyes roll a bit. Ashley grinned devilishly and pushed her hips down hard, making the nub rub against me. “God this feels amazing.” She said when she started to pick up her pace. I got an idea and I started to slowly stand up, holding her up. Ashley threw her arms around my neck, startled and trying to keep her seat on the strap on. I laughed as I once again laid her on her back on the desk. Her ankles came up to rest on my shoulders and I started to move into her, pleased with this new position.

                Her hands were buried in her own hair, tugging as she moaned and moved her hips against mine in that magical rhythm that we had finally picked up. Her eyes were clenched tightly as my thumb ran over her clit rhythmically with our thrusts. I was watching as the cock disappeared into her again and again, each time rubbing up against my clit as well. She had already come once and I was working on bringing her over once more. I looked up only to catch her staring at me. She was rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Her lids were heavy as I continued to pound into her, as if it were hard to keep her eyes open. I felt every ounce of love for her come rushing to the surface of my mind and it nearly made my knees give out. I was so desperate for her, even when she was with me. I had to be with her all the time or I felt lost. She was my whole life.

                “Marry me,” I said, just above a whisper.

                “I don’t think that your wife would like that too much, Headmaster,” Ashley moaned out, completely oblivious to how I was ready to burst with my love for her. I stopped moving, making her groan at the loss as she opened her eyes to stare at me.

                “No stop, this is me.  Ashley, marry me.” I said, looking deep into her eyes as I pushed into her unconsciously.

                “Okay.”