STEPHANIE<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Not exactly, but I would still like to see that someday. Maybe for my birthday, with the staff, too. That includes you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Oh, no, no,"</strong>I smiled,<strong>"Staff would have to wear something that retained a semblance of their authority... I was thinking corsets, stockings and heels. Only. And mortar boards of course."</strong>I hugged against Nat's warmth a bit while her hands roamed over my front. Really, the amount of time we spend fucking in one office or the other it was a wonder Porter was as successful as it was.<br/><br/>Today though, my jacket wasn't undone, my blouse buttons weren't popped open (straining as they were) and the bra cups were not roughly scooped up off me. More's the pity. Today Nat wanted business. Before pleasure I hoped. She waved some papers about.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I found quite an interesting piece of work in my stack that reminds me of our kinks, and thought you might like to have a read. It might be a nice little break for you, since I see you’ve been working your cute ass off."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Our kinks? You mean someone adding some submissive imagery and overtones to a writing analysis has caused all this?"</strong>I reached around her with my left hand for the papers and with my right copped a feel of 'all this' as I ran it up to cup her soft chest and gently squeeze wondering if I'd find a tell-tale hardened point at the tip of her breast.<br/><br/>As I touched her Nat squirmed a little on my lap and her wide belt rucked up to expose her stocking tops and the crotch of her cute pink and black panties. I knew this pair very well, having pulled them up her lovely legs and adjusted them into position myself that very morning. They had taken quite a bit of adjusting; I had to make sure my lover had comfortable undies on for her working day.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll read through it next for you,"</strong>I added aware that if this went on much longer the honour roll submissions reviews could be delayed another day.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I’ve been thinking, since I read that essay…I want a boy. You know, to screw around with. It’s not that you can’t satisfy me the best, but lately, I’ve been having a few urges. Just a few things I want to try out, you know? I know you aren’t really into them, so I just wanted to ask you first, sweetie."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Oh not that again!"</strong>I giggled,<strong>"You still on that 'I need cock' malarkey? Honestly dear, I can just wear the strap-on and fuck your brains out. That way you get a cock and tits all in one package. I'll even do some subbing for you if you really want to go to town. But we don't need a boy to come between us."</strong><br/><br/>As soon as I said it I saw the double entendre. I was trying to be half serious but suddenly an image of the two of us with a boy sandwiched in between, his cock in Nat and my strap-on in him while she and I kissed made me wonder at the possibilities. But no. It was not wise.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm not convinced. He'll be a distraction. Mess with our work schedules. And young men can have volatile emotions - what if he got all clingy and did something stupid like make a fuss - blackmail you or something when you dumped him? And heck..."</strong>Now looking down at the paper I wondered if I was jumping the gun. I was alarmed,<strong>"You're not thinking of a student at school? Are you?"</strong><br/><br/>Teachers and students doing it was one of the Big-No-No's of all time. I'd been tempted often by some of our more lovely and simply<em>blossoming</em>young ladies at Porter but had always, in the name of professionalism, suppressed my lusts and instead poured them out on Nat - and over her face quite often. I was quite aware that over half the school had crushes on one or other of us. Assuming a percentage of the boys were gay and the girls were straight I think that still presented us with a choice of around 150 to 200 willing young bed partners if we chose to.<br/><br/>I paused while the intense image of what a hell of an orgy<em>that</em>would be popped up in my head. All those delicious young,<em>tight</em>little bodies in a sweating writhing heap... Sixteen years old, seventeen, eighteen.... Gods... Really, my over-fertile imagination would be the death of me.<br/><br/>But, no. I pushed the thoughts away. It could easily spell the end of our careers and the end of Porter.