Finding His Mistress by Rose St. Andrews

Author:Rose St. Andrews [St. Andrews, Rose]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: LSF Publications
Published: 2016-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Benji smiled back at Angie. "Well this is nice. What's the occasion?"

"What, do I need a reason to come see my man?"

"I guess not," he said with a shrug. "It is nice to see you."

"I kind of thought you could use a little ego boost to make up for such a bad night last night."

Benji blushed. "Thanks, I appreciate that."

Her hand brushed across the inside of his thigh. "You want to get crazy, dive into a classroom for a quickie?"

"Angie, you wild woman!" he said with a gasp.

Benji nearly choked as his throat tightened down to a pin hole and his blood pounded through his body. Angie took Benji's hand and led him into the nearest building, whispering her fantasy as they went. His tool was practically stiff by the time they found a classroom. She moved to the desk and sat, and he stepped outside and closed the door. Standing there, his whole body tingled from a mixture of excitement and the lingering sting from his previous trips across her lap.

He rapped on the door.

"Come in," she called out.

He entered, head down and looking quite contrite. Benji's jaw dropped. She'd slipped off her tight business skirt and jacket. Her snug cream-colored blouse was pulled down into a de facto skirt, but it barely covered her firm ass. She'd also unbuttoned it to the point where her big breasts practically burst into display.

"You wanted to see me, ma'am?" he said meekly.

"Yes, young man, get in here, and shut the door," she said sternly.

He did so and then stood before her. "Is something wrong?"

"Wrong? Oh, there is something most definitely wrong. That book report you handed in was plagiarized! I found nearly the identical one online. Next time you try to cheat, at least put forth some effort. I'm afraid I'll have to fail you for the course."

Benji bent forward to place his elbows on the desk, which put her breasts almost in his face. "Oh, please, ma'am, not that! Anything but that. My father will go ballistic. Isn't there anything I can do to atone for this infraction?"

"Anything, my dear?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am, anything at all," he replied in a whiney voice.

She rose to stand over him, something he was quite used to, and grinned down at him. "I suppose I could assign you another task."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, not budging and trying to sound nervous.

Stepping around the desk, her hand caressed his back and butt, and then slid across his thigh to between his legs.

He trembled. "Oh, ma'am, don't touch me there. Only my girlfriend touches me there."

"Then I shall be the second," Angie sneered. "I take it that means you're not a virgin. What about a back door virgin?"

He looked over his shoulder at her. "What's that mean?"

Reaching for his trousers, she grabbed them and his underwear, and with one quick tug took them to his knees.

"You're about to find out," she said gleefully.

"Oh! Ma'am, what are you doing? Stop, this is inappropriate."

"Okay, if that's the way you want it, but it means you fail the class.

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