This is another flash fiction type story in response to one of the “Bingo” prompts posted in the final instalment of Wicked Wednesday. Although I have not been as regular a participant as I would have liked in recent times I have enjoyed being part of this meme for the time it has been running. Click on the icon below and see who else is playing bingo
“Today is the shortest day of the year. That means it is only going to get warmer from now on!”
The principal’s voice carried across the courtyard to the shivering, fidgeting students.
“Which means I should see fewer of these random hoodies instead of your school jerseys.”
The assembled students grumbled as they stamped their feet in the cold westerly breeze
“Ok guys, you can head to class.”
Young people straggled off to the building entrance. Relieved to be out of the biting wind but reluctant to be in class. Jennifer wrapped her jacket around her and made her way back to her office. Hugo, the principal fell into step beside her.
“I don’t think they bought it.” She commented to her colleague.
“Probably not but they still have to lose the hoodies.” Hugo squared his shoulders. Jennifer stole a sideways glance at him. Even though he was slightly shorter than her he was solid and muscly, like a rugby league player. He radiated strength and confidence. Two things that spoke straight to Jen’s core. No. Lower than that. Her cunt.
“Good luck with that then.” Jennifer turned into her office. Her work day yawned in front of her. Calls to parents, paperwork to sign, emails to respond to and then maybe a class or two. Within minutes she was immersed in her work.
It seemed as if her day had passed in the blink of an eye when Jen put down the phone from the last call. She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her neck before opening her diary to make notes about the call she had just made. Another student to keep an eye on.
The sound of her office door closing interrupted her. Startled she looked up to see Hugo standing in front of her. From her position it was easy for her to drop her eyes to the suggestive bulge in his perfectly ironed pants. Despite the chill in the air Jen suddenly felt very warm.
“Hello,” Jen hoped desperately that the flush creeping up her neck wasn’t too obvious. “What can I do for you?”
There was a small pause. Hugo seemed to be sizing her up.
“You work too hard,” His voice was characteristically calm. Jen felt as if her heart was going to beat out of her chest. Hugo moved around her desk and Jen stood up, unsure of what was on his mind.
“All work and no play makes for a burnt out counsellor.” They were standing face to face, almost touching. Jen could smell the faint scent of his aftershave. She wondered if he could hear her heart beating. Things seemed to be moving in slow motion as his hand reached out to take hers. His eyes bored into hers as he turned her towards her desk and bent her over it.
Without a whimper she complied resting her warm face against the firmness of the desk. She felt his strong, fingers lifting her skirt and pulling aside the crotch of her panties.
“You are so wet you dirty girl,”
Jen heard the sound of a zipper. Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had imagined this very thing so many times. She felt the hard rod of his cock probing at her entrance as he pushed her legs apart before sliding his cock into her slick opening. He gave a grunt of pleasure.
“You are such a good girl,” his hands held her hips firmly. “Do you want a good hard fucking?”
Jen gave a whimper of pleasure thankful for the desk holding her or her knees would have buckled.
Hugo withdrew his cock holding it at her entrance. She bucked her hips, trying to impale herself on his erection but he held her firmly,
“Do you want a good fucking?” He was insistent.
“Yes,” Jen managed to squeak.
He dipped his cock partway into her and withdrew again
“I didn’t hear you,” his hands held her firmly, preventing her from backing against him like the dirty slut she wanted to be.
“Yes, YES!” Jen’s voice rang out, bouncing off the walls of her office.
“Like this?” He pumped in to her, his belly making slapping sounds as it hit her arse.
“YES, YES!” Jen almost screamed.
“You are such a dirty slut,” His voice was hoarse with desire. He pumped her hard. She knew he was close, she didn’t care. All she wanted now was for him to fill her. She felt the first hot jet of his cum as his fingers clenched even tighter around her hips. His groan of pleasure filled her office.
A soft knock on the door startled Jen into wakefulness. Slightly confused from sleep she sat up and straightened her dress.
The Office Manager opened the door, “How late are you staying today? I am just about to lock everything up.”
“How late is it?” Jen asked, alarmed that she had fallen asleep at her desk.
“Only 4.30.” It seems so late because the sun is so low but today IS the shortest day. Rebecca, the Office Manager replied.
Jen shuffled some papers around on her desk. Fragments of her dream were coming back into her mind and she felt a deep need to get out of here, somewhere she could organise her thoughts and do something about the deep ache in her cunt.
“Just give me a few minutes and I will be out of here.”
As she made her way down the hallway she passed The Principal’s Office.
“You work too hard,” he said as he looked up at her.
“You always say that,” Jen replied desperately trying to keep her voice light.
“All work and no play makes for a dull counsellor,” Hugo’s voice followed her out to the carpark.