Message-ID: <59316asstr$1251051001@assm.asstr.org> X-Original-To: story-submit@asstr.org Delivered-To: story-submit@asstr.org X-Original-Message-ID: <268823.65832.qm@web36803.mail.mud.yahoo.com> From: Clint Kalmkren <kalmkren@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2009 22:23:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} "The 'ABC' Plan 4: Under the Desk" {Clint Kalmkren} {MF reluc oral anal} Lines: 573 Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2009 14:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr.org/Year2009/59316> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-admin@asstr.org> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@asstr.org> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, emigabe The 'ABC' Plan 4: Under the Desk by Clint Kalmkren Copyright 2009 kalmkren@yahoo.com This sexually explicit story is intended for adults only. Copies and redistribution are authorized, but no kind of fee is permitted. The following is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to real characters or events is coincidental. This story is a sequel to: www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/35380 www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/37494 www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2003/44395 www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2009/59317 In real life, I do not condone coercion of a subordinate for sex, bartering sexual favors, or unprotected sex between strangers. However, I do find those things fun to fantasize about. There was a light knock on my office door. "Come in!" I said. The door opened, and the student entered. "Hello, Angela," I said. "Shut the door. You're right on time. Now, listen carefully, and follow my directions. Don't speak. Don't say a word. Do you understand?" She nodded. I took it as a good sign that she said nothing. "Come around the desk." I was seated behind my desk facing the door. Angela walked around, and stood beside me. She looked nervous. She was wearing tight T-shirt, a short denim skirt, and sandals with heels. She wore no hose, so her legs and feet were bare. From the slight sag of her breasts, and visible points of her nipples, I could also tell she wore no bra. "Stand with your feet apart," I told her. She adjusted her stance beside me. I put my finger tips on the inside of her right thigh. Locking eyes with her, I slowly ran my fingers up the smooth skin of her leg, until my hand disappeared under the hem of her skirt. I startled her when I touched her thigh, but then Angela adopted a blank expression as my hand traveled north. To her credit, she did not flinch when I poked her crotch. With my index finger, I traced the leg hole of her panties, and then I hooked the edge and stretched the panties aside. Under her skirt, I could not see her pussy, but I could feel pubic hairs on her fat outer labia. Twisting my finger to keep the panties out of the way, I pushed my hand farther up between her legs. I ran my finger back and forth over the crevice between her cunt lips, then I pushed my finger in. She was moist and hot. Probing further, I found the soft spot, and shoved my finger as deep into her vagina as I could reach. Until then, Angela had remained silent. When I stuck my finger deep into her cunt, she let out a little gasp. A minute ago, she had been walking down the corridor of the Math building with other students. Now she was standing in a professor's office with his hand up her skirt, her vagina impaled on his finger. I have long dreamed about doing this to the cute little tarts that visit my office, and now I finally had. She was wet. I curled my finger, tickling her G-spot. There was a faint slurping noise as I wiggled my finger in her tight, wet hole. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing deepened. Abruptly, I withdrew my hand. I sniffed the musky scent of her cunt on my finger, then sucked it into my mouth. My finger was slippery, but had no particular taste. I stood up in front of her. "Stand still while I undress you," I told her. "Raise your arms!" I pulled her shirt up over her tits, then off her head and arms. She was not wearing a bra. I took a breast in each hand, and felt her up. Her boobs were full and pliable in my hands. Then I undid the clasp on the waist of her skirt, unzipped it down the side, and slid it down her legs to the floor. Her panties were black. The elastic leg band was caught in the crease of her cunt, and stray pubic hairs and one of her cunt lips protruded to one side. I sat back down in my chair, so her rosy nipples were at eye level. Catching her panties on both sides of her hips, I pulled them down to her ankles. This brought my face close to her pussy, and I smelled the same faint aroma I had on my finger. Briefly, I nestled my nose in the pubic hair on her mons. From the taste on my finger, I already knew her cunt would taste clean and wet if I licked inside her. For the moment, I refrained. I slipped off her sandals, so she was completely naked. Sliding open a desk drawer, I wadded all her clothes and sandals into it and shut it. She was trapped in my office, nude, until I let her have her clothes back. I opened another drawer, and took out a butt plug. The plug was a miniature pink plastic Christmas tree with a rounded tip; the fat end was also rounded, and it narrowed to a stem and then flared again to a flat base. At its widest, it was over 2 inches in diameter. Angela's eyes bulged when she saw it, but she remained silent. Uncapping a tube of lubricating jelly, I put a big, clear glob on the tip of the plug. I walked past her around the desk, and set it on my guest chair. "This is a butt plug. Without touching it with your hands, I want you to sit down on it, and force it all the way up your ass. You can use your hands to steady yourself if you need to, or to hold your butt cheeks apart." Angela looked at me with growing apprehension as my instructions sank in. She looked at the plug, evidently sizing up its diameter, then back at me. "Come here," I ordered, indicating the chair. The plug sat in the center of the seat, pointing at the ceiling. "Sit on it!" She straddled the chair with her butt over the plug. Her stance spread her cunt lips open, so her inner labia protruded. They were bright pink and glistened with moisture. "Hold your butt cheeks open," I ordered her. As I peered closely, she tried to center her anus over the plug, and started lowering herself onto it. As she sank down, she bumped it sideways, and it fell over. "Stand it up, and try again," I commanded. The next time, she lowered her asshole straight down on it, and slowly the cone disappeared up into her butt. She stopped half way down to rest. "Keep going!" I encouraged her. Slowly, grunting a little, she forced her butt all the way down. After her anus dilated around the fattest part, she sat down heavily on the chair with an "oof!" The plug was all the way in. Her breasts heaved deeply from the strain of stretching her asshole around the plug. While she rested a moment, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled them and my under shorts down to my ankles. I had been hard since I stuck my finger in her pussy, and my boner popped out of my underwear and wagged at her. I wanted her to see my cock before she felt it. I said, "Stand up, and bend over the desk." She presented her bare butt, with the base of the butt plug concealing her asshole. I twisted the plug, and rocked it back and forth a little. It was firmly lodged in her rectum. Her asshole clung tightly around the stem, stretching toward me when I pulled on the plug. She grunted when I pushed it deeper into the valley between her buttocks. Bracing one hand on her left butt cheek, I pulled hard on the plug. Angela made a small gasp, "huh!" After stretching as far back as it could, her anus began to dilate as I pulled the plug out. The full diameter of the pink plastic emerged, and then plug came easily as she squeezed out the rest of the cone. Just when her asshole closed, I pressed the rounded point of the plug into it, and started shoving it back in. Angela moaned as I crammed it all the way in again. Beneath the butt plug, her cunt lips made a vertical smile at me. I took my manhood in my hand, and nestled the swollen head between her slick labia. Grasping her hips, I shoved my cock straight in. Even though she was slippery, I had to push firmly until the head of my dick was nestled next to her cervix. Her vagina was extra tight, because her rectum was stuffed with the plug. I started to fuck her vigorously. With every stroke, my loins made faint slapping sounds against her buttocks, which she accompanied with little "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" noises. She was leaning on her elbows on the desk. Her tits swayed as I banged her. I reached around and grasped one in each hand. While still fucking her, I kneaded her breasts, and pinched her right nipple between my finger and thumb. After another minute, I stopped and pulled my cock out. I thought she might be starting to come, and I was right behind her (figuratively and literally). I was in control, and I wasn't going to let either of us come yet. Angela's engorged red labia closed over her fuck hole immediately after I withdrew. The veins on my cock stood out in swollen relief, shiny with her mucus. Even my scrotum was wet with her cunt juice. Angela was panting from the fucking. Her face and neck were flushed. Her breasts were mottled from the mauling by my hands, and I had pulled one nipple into a sharp red point. With my prick pointing the way, I walked back to the drawer side of the desk, and pulled the middle pencil drawer of my desk out. Unhooking the slide catches on both sides, I removed the drawer, and set it aside on the floor. That would give her more head room. "Angela, crawl under the desk. Sit on your butt facing me with your legs spread. Suck my cock, and don't stop until you make me come. But don't make any noise -- no slurping sounds," I told her. I gestured for her to climb into the seat well. There was a panel on the desk that blocked her from the front of the room. Still obeying my orders, she knelt to the floor, and crawled under the desk without a word. I sat down in my chair, spread my knees, and rolled forward. She would be cramped in the small space, but there was enough room for her to get her head between my legs. Unseen underneath the desk, she cupped my sticky scrotum with one hand, wrapped the other hand around my slick shaft, and slid her mouth over my glans. The taste of her pussy was smeared all over my dick. She started sucking my big knob, and jacking my cock with her hand. It felt great. I looked at my watch. It was almost 4:00. The next student's appointment was in just a couple of minutes. While Angela sucked my cock, I reflected on the past few weeks. Angela was a student in my introductory Calculus class. She was failing miserably. Earlier in the semester, she came to my office regularly for help, but she just didn't get Calculus. After she flunked the first midterm, I counseled her to drop the class, but she told me it was required for her major, and she couldn't. She was already on academic probation, so dropping or flunking Calculus would get her kicked out of school. After she failed the second midterm, she pleaded with me to let her do something "extra" for a passing grade. I had never had an affair with an undergraduate before, but something about her proposition aroused the devil in me. On the spot, I made up the "ABC plan", in which she would give me a blowjob ("B"), let me come in her cunt ("C"), and in her ass ("A"). After we had sex three Wednesday evenings in her apartment, I gave her an "A" in Calculus, and told her the affair was through. She begged me to continue, and promised to do whatever I asked. Despite the risks to my marriage and my professional career, I couldn't resist the opportunity. Since then, she has complied with my every request, and we have had several wild sexual escapades. I have become preoccupied devising more and more audacious sexual scenarios, and gotten addicted to coming in whichever of her orifices I choose. I do worry about the chances I am taking having sex with Angela, but I keep dreaming up new, more exciting ideas. My fantasies have run rampant, since she does everything I ask her to do. Today's sex was one of my most audacious fantasies yet. Why does she go along with all the surprises, embarrassments, and discomforts I inflict on her? I don't think she's in love with me. I always give her good orgasms, which she says she never had before, but I doubt that's her motive. My theory is that she likes the passive role, and is thrilled to let me dominate her. I don't know why. I enjoy it too, so our perverse relationship continues. There was a knock on my door. Right on time! "Come in," I called. Angela stopped sucking. In walked Jennifer. She is the best looking student I have ever had: blond, busty, and beautiful. She is a pretty good student too. Jennifer knows how good looking she is, and how to use it on men. She has flirted with me a little throughout the semester, but otherwise our relationship is strictly professor-student. Jennifer was here for help with Calculus. Today she was wearing a tight shirt with a V-neck that showed some cleavage. Below that was a gap between her shirt and shorts that revealed a pinched waist, flat stomach, and her belly button. Her shorts were snug on her rounded hips. Reaching down to her flip-flop sandals were long, shapely legs that tapered like inverted candlesticks. Jennifer has shoulder length blond hair, a cover girl complexion, and alluring green eyes. As I have met with her regularly to answer math questions, I have learned not to stare, but she is a feast for the male eye. I would love to see her nude, but like almost all of the thousands of other men who must have lusted after her, I will never get the chance. "Hi, Professor, how are you?" Jennifer said cheerfully. "Fine, Jennifer. Thank you for coming on time," I replied. I remained seated, since my pants were down around my ankles, and my dick was in Angela's mouth. Jennifer unshouldered her backpack, and sat in the guest chair in front of my desk. I recalled watching Angela sit on the same chair a few minutes earlier. She had been naked. The butt plug had thrust upward from the flat seat, and Angela had gingerly impaled her butt on it. Jennifer crossed her bare legs, and smiled at me. She was oblivious to my bizarre reverie. I smiled back. "What do you want to talk about today?" I asked. "Well, I have some questions about yesterday's lecture," Jennifer said. My dick was still in Angela's mouth, but she had frozen since Jennifer entered. I was wearing docksider loafers with no socks. I slipped my right foot out of its shoe, and slid it into Angela's crotch. Under the desk, she was sitting on her butt, with her legs spread to either side of my chair. Her pussy was wide open. Probing blindly, I pushed my big toe into the moist folds of her cunt. After wiggling my toe up and down in her slippery vestibule, I pressed it into the opening of her vagina. I was signaling her to resume sucking. It worked. When my toe poked into her vagina, Angela squirmed, and started sucking my knob. I made tiny rocking motions to encourage her. Angela got the message, and quietly restarted my blowjob. Jennifer continued chatting about Calculus, and I struggled to pay enough attention to her that I wouldn't seem distracted. While I was explaining a homework problem, I fantasized about Jennifer undressing. What if she pulled off her shirt, reached her arms behind her back and unfastened her bra, and dropped the cups away to reveal her big, juicy tits? Would she have large, pink areolas? I longed to rub my face in Jennifer's pillowy bosoms, and suck her nipples hard. Would she get excited if I sucked her nipples? My big toe was still stuck in Angela's vagina. When I pushed it, I could feel the firm butt plug though the thin wall between her vagina and rectum. Now she was bobbing her head up and down, sucking my shaft tight in her lips and cheeks as it slid back and forth in her mouth. She was also gently massaging my testicles with her hand. I was starting to get very aroused. My daydream shifted when I glanced at Jennifer's crossed legs. What if she uncrossed them, and slid her shorts and panties down her thighs, then over her knees, and let them drop to her ankles? What if she spread her legs, and revealed her pussy? How blond was her pubic hair? Would her inner labia protrude in a pink frill between her fat outer cunt lips? What if she put her hand down, and spread the labia apart to show me her clit? Would I be able to see the opening of her vagina? Angela was jacking her hand on my swollen rod, in concert with her mouth bouncing up and down on my purple, engorged glans. Frequently, she stopped to swirl her tongue around and around the fat head of my dick, and then she would resume fucking me with her mouth. I shifted uncomfortably around in my chair as her relentless sucking got to me. My breathing quickened. My face reddened. I made some little coughs to cover my growing excitement. I couldn't continue talking to Jennifer face to face. "Why don't you work that problem at the board?" I asked her in a faint voice. She uncrossed her legs, stood, and went to the whiteboard on the side wall of my office. "Just erase a space anywhere," I told her, and she cleared away some old equations, and started writing a new one. With her hand raised to the board, the bulge of her breast showed in profile. I wondered whether she was a D cup. Her back was mostly to me, and my eyes traced the outline of her bra strap under her shirt, the flawless skin exposed between her shirt and shorts, the narrow waist set on the flare of her hips, and the round shape of her buttocks. I popped my toe out of Angela's vagina, and rubbed it up and down her clit. Both my toe and her whole cunt were very slippery. This made Angela bob on my dick even faster. I was very close now. Jennifer asked me something, and I just said in a strained voice, "Try to work it as far as you can yourself." I covered my mouth with my hand, and made a few more coughs. "I have to get my notes," Jennifer replied, and she turned away from me, bent at the waist, and started opening her backpack on the floor. She was presenting her ass to me, and the fantasy of seeing her naked buttocks, with her cunt offered between her legs, swept over me. While she rummaged in the backpack for a minute to find her notes, I imagined standing behind her, my hands clutching her bare hips, fucking her hard while she wailed with pleasure. Would she be able to come, bent over, with me thrusting into her from behind? How tightly would her cunt squeeze tight on my dick? I envisioned the sight of her cunt framed by her bare butt, her asshole winking at me, and my white cum running out of her vagina, and dripping off her pussy lips. With an involuntary grunt, I succumbed to Angela's sucking, and started pumping squirts of semen into her mouth. I had not come in the couple of days since I had set up Angela's and Jennifer's appointments. When Angela blows me, I always try to feed her a big load. Powerful shots of jism pulsed through my urethra as I ejaculated. To cover my orgasm from Jennifer, I pretended to start coughing hard. I must have pumped half a dozen big spurts into Angela's sucking mouth. She had her lips tightly locked around my glans, and she jacked my shaft in rhythm with my pulsations. I could hear her breathing hard through her nose, and I hoped my fake coughs would cover that noise too. Still bent over, Jennifer turned and looked over her shoulder at me. "Are you alright, Professor?" she asked with a touch of concern in her voice. I had my hand partially covering my mouth and face, and I croaked, "I don't know. I just got this cough yesterday. Could you come back tomorrow at 4:00? Maybe that would be best." I made some more deep coughs. Under the desk, my softening prick fell out of Angela's mouth. Jennifer looked a little disappointed, but she said "Sure." She sat down in the chair, and leaned forward to zip up her backpack on the floor. I got a nice look down the "V" of her shirt at the two swollen mounds of her breasts. She has a great pair of tits. They looked big enough that I could put my cock between them, squeeze them together over it, and fuck them. Jennifer hoisted her pack, stepped to the door, and then looked back and said, "I hope you feel better." "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Sorry we couldn't finish today. I'll see you tomorrow." Jennifer left, shutting the door behind her. I rolled my chair back, and looked at Angela under the desk. Her legs were spread wide, and her cunt was splayed open. I motioned for her to come out. She scooted forward, and then looked timidly around the room, as if Jennifer might still be there to see her. Her lips and chin were wet and shiny, but I couldn't tell how much was her saliva and how much was my cum. My dick was long and wet, but it wasn't hard anymore. I reached down, and pulled my under shorts and pants up. Now I was dressed, but Angela was still naked. "Angela, do you know Jennifer Cartwright?" I asked. "She is the girl who was just here." Angela shook her head. "She is in my 11:30 Calculus class," I said. "She is blonde, and really gorgeous," I continued. "I've fantasized about fucking her all semester, and today, you made that fantasy come true, in a way. Anyway, that was a terrific blowjob!" I complimented her. "You really made me come hard!" Angela nodded, and pointed to her mouth. For a moment, I didn't understand, and then I realized what she meant. Angela still had my cum in her mouth. "Open your mouth, and show me the cum," I told her. She did, and I saw a large white glob floating on her tongue. I had indeed fed her a big load. She had kept the cum in her mouth for a couple of minutes. The first time we has sex and I came in her mouth, I made her collect the cum and show it to me. Now she thinks she has to do this every time. I pondered what to do next. "Keep the cum in your mouth, but don't swallow it," I said. Angela shut her mouth, and a little look of displeasure passed over her face. She has told me she doesn't like the taste of cum, and I was sure she didn't want to keep holding the big glob in her mouth. That's exactly why I made her do it. I had come, but Angela hadn't. After such a good performance, I wanted to reward her with an orgasm. I considered letting her dress, and sending her to wait in the Math library for an hour. Could she hold my cum in her mouth all that time? I would make her keep the butt plug in, and I would keep her panties, so she would have to sit with her legs crossed to avoid someone seeing her bare pussy under her short skirt. When she came back to my office, my prick would be recovered enough to give her a good hard fucking on the desk. I would leave the butt plug in, so her vagina would be super tight. I expected Angela would come pretty quickly, but I would take a long time, since I had just come in her mouth. I might even yank the plug out, and finish by coming in her ass. That scenario was tempting, but I decided to wait and fuck Angela tonight in her apartment instead. I could give her a lot harder workout that way. Besides, I had some work to finish before the afternoon was over, and I wouldn't be able to concentrate on it if I was anticipating Angela returning to the office to fuck. "Sit on the corner of the desk," I ordered Angela. I positioned her so the corner jutted into the crack between her butt cheeks, under the base of the butt plug. She leaned back, bracing her arms on the desk behind her, and thrusting her breasts out. I knelt in front of her crotch, rolled my chair behind me, and rested her calves on the arms of the chair on either side of my head. Most of her weight was supported by the plug, which skewered her ass. Her pussy was spread before me. I plunged my face into it and started eating her. As I made long licks inside her labia, Angela murmured, "Mmmm!" When I sucked her clitoris, she made low moans. Earlier I had filled her vagina with my finger, my cock, and my toe; now I stuck my tongue in her fuck hole, and rolled it around inside. She couldn't cry out, because her mouth was full of my cum. While nibbling her privates, I reached my arms up around her legs, and played with her tits, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I am an experienced cunnilinguist, and I quickly brought her to the brink. When I felt the tremors of an incipient orgasm, I backed off. I toyed with her, bringing her close a couple of more times, but refusing to let her come. I always want her to know she is totally in my control. When I stopped eating her and stood up, Angela looked tormented. She wanted to come badly, and was frustrated that I wouldn't let her. "Climb up on the desk on your hands and knees," I ordered. She eased off the corner of the desk. Sighing heavily, she was obviously relieved to get her weight off the butt plug. Then Angela clambered onto the desk, and presented her ass and pussy to me, with her bare feet dangling off the edge. Swollen red labia blossomed between her furry cunt lips, framing the narrow hole of her vagina. The butt plug jutted out between her buttocks. I grabbed the base of the plug, and twisted it. Then I pulled it hard, and Angela had to clutch the desk to keep from getting yanked toward me. Slowly, her anus dilated, and disgorged the plug. Angela groaned, "Uggg!". Using the base as a handle, I pushed the plug back, driving it into her rectum again. "Aaaah!" Angela complained. Once it was crammed in, I started wrenching it back out. "Oooh!" she moaned. In slow motion, I pistoned the fat plug through the taught ring of her anus. After a half dozen thrusts, Angela's ass loosened, and I accelerated the stroking. After ten more cycles, I was fucking her ass with the butt plug, plunging it back and forth into her gaping anal cavity. My arm was tiring, but I kept thrusting, giving her full strokes, all the way in, all the way out, in, out, in, out. Angela gasped for breath, moaning so loudly I had to stifle her mouth with my hand so she couldn't be heard through the door. Finally I had to stop. I had hoped fucking her ass with the butt plug would make her come, but through all her load cries, I couldn't tell whether she had. Like Angela, I was sweating and breathing hard. I dropped the plug, and sat in my chair. Angela's head and shoulders slumped onto the desk, but she stayed on her knees, her naked pussy and ass facing me. Her butt cheeks were spread open, and her anus was yawning circular hole. I could see deep into the angry red cavity of her rectum. Whoever fucked her in the future, no human cock could ever ream her ass the way I just did. After a few minutes, Angela climbed off the desk. Her breathing was returning to normal, but the skin on her breasts and face was still flushed, and her nipples and labia were red and protruding. She looked like she had just been fucked. "You can talk now, Angela. Are you alright?" I inquired. Angela didn't look at me, but in a small voice she said, "Uh huh." "Did you swallow my cum?" I asked. "Yeah," she replied. She looked concerned, like I might be angry because I hadn't given her permission. "That's okay," I reassured her. "Did you come?" "I don't know. Maybe. I almost did when you were eating me, and then everything turned into a blur when you were fucking me with that thing," she said. "I guess I came, but I've never had an orgasm like that before. I can't describe it. It was like my whole body came." "Is your butt alright?" I asked. I hoped I had stretched her gradually enough so I didn't hurt anything. "It feels weird. It doesn't hurt, but it feels kind of bruised inside. I think it's gonna feel funny when I walk," she answered. She put her hand into her butt crack, and felt her asshole. "Oh god!" she exclaimed with surprise. "My asshole is wide open!" "Let me see," I said. She turned away from me and bent over. I spread her ass cheeks apart, and examined her loose, puffy asshole. Her anus hadn't fully contracted yet. The hole was still as big as my little finger. "Don't worry," I said. "In a little while, you'll close back up, and pretty soon you'll be back to normal." "I hope so," she said with a trace of resentment. I opened the drawer, and gave her back her clothes and sandals. Standing, she put her feet through the leg holes of her panties, and pulled them up. She pulled her shirt down over her head, covering her breasts. Since she was braless, I could still easily see the dual points of her nipples. Once she had her skirt and sandals on, she straightened her clothes, and then she was dressed. "Good job today," I told her. "You did just what I asked. You didn't make a sound, and you sucked my cock like a vacuum cleaner. I wanted you to get me off while Jennifer was here, and you did. I hope you enjoyed the butt plug. After your ass gets back to normal, I want to use it again." Angela looked distressed, but she didn't say anything. She knows I call the shots, and if I want to shove it up her ass again, she has to bend over and take it. I said, "Go home now. I'll come over tonight at 9:00. I want to fuck you again." Angela didn't look too happy about that. "Don't worry, I'll leave your ass alone tonight." She said, "Okay," then opened the door and left. There was something unnatural in her gait as she walked, which I attributed to her stretched, sore asshole. I expected she would be uncomfortable walking home. I picked up the butt plug. It hadn't dried yet, but it was sticky. I thought, maybe tonight I'll stick this in my own ass while I fuck Angela. I bet I'll have a great orgasm with it pressing on my prostate. Later that night, that's exactly what I did. Postscript Please let me know what you thought about "The 'ABC' Plan 4: Under the Desk" by email at kalmkren@yahoo.com. I plan to write further sequels about the sexual adventures of Prof. Sharpe and Angela Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.