Toying with the principal

Arlo surveyed the dimly lit office, his gaze fixed on Mrs Janet as she stood before him. 

The absence of her bra beneath the thin fabric of her white shirt was a sight that both aroused and intrigued him, stirring the primal instincts that had been brewing within him since their first encounter.

"Take off your shirt," he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

Mrs Janet's face flushed with a mix of apprehension and desire. 

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flitting back and forth between Arlo and the door.

"I-I can't," she stammered, her voice laced with a trace of reluctance. "Someone could walk in at any moment..."

Arlo moved closer, his fingertips grazing her bare arms as he leaned in. "No one's coming," he assured her, his voice a seductive whisper in her ear.

Despite her reservations, Mrs Janet could feel her body succumbing to his advances. 

"No… this isn't ri.." she started to say but the desire to obey him overpowered her reservations.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she reluctantly began to unbutton her shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing the huge, perky melons hidden beneath.

Arlo's eyes greedily roamed over her exposed milky jugs, his gaze lingering on her hardened nipples that stood at attention in the cool office air. 

He reached out and gently cupped her boobs, feeling the softness of her skin against his palms.

Ohhhh~ he sighed softly, as a deep satisfaction flowed through his body. 

He couldn't explain how he felt even if he tried.

It was a mixture of satisfaction, arousal and gratefulness.. gratefulness to be privileged to be experiencing this at the moment.

Mrs Janet bit her lip, a small whimper escaping her as his thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples.

"This isn't right, Arlo" she protested, her voice quivering as he kneaded her breasts, his fingers teasing the tender flesh.

But Arlo could barely hear her over all the fantasies that were playing in his mind.

There were a million ways in which he could have his fun with her and each possibility seemed as exciting as the others.

It was hard to choose.

Arlo made his choice however.

He began to knead the fleshy jugs in his palms, they were too big for each of his palm but he didn't let that stop him.

He kept fondling her boobs to the best of his abilities.

Despite knowing it was wrong, Mrs Janet couldn't help the amount of pleasure that flowed through her body.

It had been months since she last got touched like this, since she last experienced this kind of intimate pleasure.

It was due to her very busy schedule as well as her picky nature.

She knew she was a beautiful woman and she never lacked suitors but she knew most of the weren't worth her time so she never paid them  any attention.

This had its downside however, it had been too long since she last perform sexual acts and it was showing in the way her body reacted to Arlo's touch.

Even though she knew it was wrong, her body still reacted strongly to the touches.

Arlo's mouth latched onto her breasts, suckling and biting at her nipples with insatiable hunger. 

Mrs Janet's breath hitched, her body writhing in ecstasy as his hands kneaded her supple flesh, his tongue dancing over her sensitive skin.

"You like this, don't you?" he growled, his voice a mix of lust and smugness. "You're such a bad girl, wanting this so badly."

"N-no!" she whimpered, her chest heaving as he took her other nipple between his teeth, biting down gently. "I'm not!"

Arlo chuckled darkly, biting down gently on her nipple as his other hand slid up her thigh, tracing the curves of her body. "You're a terrible liar," he growled, his fingers toying with the hem of her skirt. "Your body doesn't lie."

Mrs Janet shivered, her hips grinding against his touch as he pulled her against him, her breasts pressed against his chest. 

"No..." she whimpered, her voice barely more than a breathy whisper as he sucked and nibbled at her sensitive nipples, the heat between her thighs growing hotter by the second.

Arlo's fingers skimmed up the inside of her thighs, teasing the edge of her panties as he groaned in pleasure, lost in the taste and feel of her luscious breasts.

Mrs Janet let out a quiet moan, her body trembling as he edged closer to her most sensitive spot. "P-please," she whispered, her voice weak and shaky as he continued his exploration. "This isn't right."

But Arlo was relentless, his fingers tracing circles over her silky panties as he licked and bit her breasts, driving her wild with desire.

Mrs Janet's breath caught in her throat as Arlo's fingers teased the edges of her panties, his lips and tongue working her breasts into a frenzy.

She squirmed, her hips pushing against his touch as she fought the overwhelming urge to give in to the sinful pleasure he was offering.

"Stop," she pleaded, her voice desperate and pleading. "We can't do this."

But Arlo only chuckled in response, his teeth grazing her nipple as his hand slid up her thigh, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.

Mrs Janet's knees buckled as Arlo's fingers grazed over her wet folds, the heat between her legs growing more intense with each passing second.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as he teased and tortured her sensitive flesh, his tongue flickering over her hard nipples.

"Oh, god..." she whimpered, her head falling back as he plunged a single finger into her, his thumb brushing over her clit. "Arlo, please..."

He smirked, his eyes dark with lust as he increased the pressure of his fingers, driving her wild with desire.

Mrs Janet gasped, her body writhing as Arlo's fingers thrust in and out of her, his thumb working her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Her breasts jiggled with each movement, his mouth devouring her nipples as she moaned and writhed beneath him, her body surrendering to the sinful pleasure he was offering.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice a low, primal rumble as he pressed his hard length against her thigh, the bulge in his pants rubbing against her skin. "Say it."