this. Was she always the one giving orders? Giving pleasure?
Did she never take any of it for herself?
Haley was keenly aware of her dress pulled up, her panties
pulled down, exposing her swollen, glistening wet pussy for
Claire to see. She looked back at Claire, somehow unable to
make the first move without permission.
“Oh my God. You’re so fucking beautiful,” Haley gasped.
“Can I taste you? Please?”
“No.” The word was a croak, not nearly so domineering as
she wanted it to be. “No, I want you up here, on my lap like
the bad girl you are.”
Oh God. Of course what Claire had planned was so much
dirtier than Haley hiding under her desk and eating her out.
She scrambled up, nearly tripping over her panties, which
were still around her knees, but she’d forgotten about them.
She tugged them off and stepped out of them.
She faced Claire with new trepidation, but of course she was
there waiting, ready to give instruction so Haley didn’t do
something wrong and embarrass herself. “Straddle me.”
She tucked her legs in closer together in the chair so that
Haley could do it. She shook with barely restrained energy as
she spread her legs and climbed over Claire. Her hand was
there right away, pushing up Haley’s dress, the pads of her
fingers tracing a hot trail down her belly, straight to her clit.
Haley threw back her head and moaned. She grasped
Claire’s shoulders as her thumb slowly worked her clit. She
was going to come. Her body was tense with it, wound tight
with it. Her legs shook. She was probably drenching Claire’s
lap right now. Below her, just inches below her, Claire was
bare and gorgeous, and Haley wished she’d been allowed to