Tart in the Computer Lab

I've spent most of my time working on or with computers, so when the time came for me to go to college I already knew what my major would be. After my second semester at the University I began running out of cash. I decided to get a job at the computer lab in the science department. Some warm day in the afternoon of my fall semester, a lovely dark haired girl walked in.

She was better looking than most of the other women at the university. But what really caught my eye was here Dark leather dress. The dress was a dark emerald color it her slender figure quite nicely. It wraped itself around her ribs lacing up her back. Instead of covering her breast like most outfits do, this one lifted and seperated her rather voluptious apendages just like a bustier.

Now I have never seen a bustier before. Except in the Fredericks catalog. This dress pointed her nipples straight up into the air. Under the fine leather she had a lightly tanned blouse that covered the rest of her body from neck to wrist.

Her shirt was so light that I thought I could see her brown tits pushing against the silk. Her hair was dark brown, and she had blue eyes. The flourescent lighting made her fair skin look pale and sick. She sat down by a computer just across from the office window where I was working.

About that time one of the students needed my help and I went out onto the floor. I thought I would use the chance to get a little closer and see what I could. When I made my way back to the office I noticed the topic on her E-mail screen.

"Sexual Comands." I saw the number on the terminal she was using and promptly went into the office. Since it was only twenty minutes til we closed and I was the only one there, I decided to do some questionable things.

I logged on to the main server and looked up the loggon entry. Her name was Anne Kreilic. And she was logged on under the medical school's server. I immediately thought to myself, 'whatta pair of candy stripes.'

I used my access code to look into her mail. This was against regulations, but with that topic, I just had to know. I quickly read through her mail and saw instructions for her to... I just couldn't believe it. I looked out the window and saw for my self. She seemed to have left her mail server and entered the newsgroups.

She was biting her lower lip. And she had lifted her short skirt only a few inches. Her right hand slowly moved against her inner thigh. She concetrated almost entirely on the computer screen. Her eyes moved from left to right, periodically tapping the space bar for the next screen. I could see her fingers gently spreading her neatly trimmed pubic hair out of the way.

Her thumb and forefinger worked together as a team to pull her lips apart. She used her middle finger to explore the inner wall of her warm pussy. Her knees knocked against the table every once in a while. The lab was almost empty, but the students that were there didn't seem to notice. But I noticed.

She had worked her long finger into the deep wet hole between her legs. Now she let her other fingers join the fun. Her clit closed up arround her other fingers as she pushed them deeper inside. It kind of looked like a young child sucking in a very wanton manner a cold popcicle on a hot summer day.

The only crevice that opened up to the world was at the very top of her cunt. She placed her thumb against the skin where her little curley hairs just began to appear, and pressed to the same sultry rythm that her fingers followed. Her hips swayed in the chair moving forward and back. I sat back in the office and looked up the same article that she had been told to read. I peered outside the large bay window to the room and the last student left the lab. She was still rithing in her own juices. Now I could hear her. She must have known that the other students had left.

I didn't know if she remembered me or not. Hell I really didn't care. When she closed her eyes, I went into the main room. I stook behind her. As I looked down over her shoulder I read along. Although I really think that she stopped reading some time back. Her left hand moved over the leather skirt and up her stomache. From this close I could see that her hair was really a dark shade of red. I strained to hear her over my own heavy breathing.

Unconsciously, I began rubbing my cock. God my balls were on fire. Her fingers working with her g-spot and rubbing against her wet pussy made a soft slushing noise that almost made me laugh. Then jaw droped back into a very serious mood. Her left hand began to free one of the buttons on her tan blouse. I pulled my pants up and wiped my brow on my forearm. I could fell my scrotum swelling, and the head of my penis was straining against the button on my pants. She stretched her head back and exposed one of her hard nipples into the air. When she opened her eyes I think I felt my face turn red.

"So do ya wanna fuck me, or just watch?" This was the first time I heard her actually talk. I was almost ashamed of myself for thinking that she was just some piece of pussy for me to enjoy. I was so into the moment that I couldn't even speak.

Luckily, for me, my pants spoke for me. The threads holding my button on seemed to be reading my dirty little mind. It popped off.

"Neat trick. Are ya gonna make me pop like that?" Anne's voice wasn't soft like the last question. This time it had some kind of dominance to it. I pulled her chair around so she was sitting facing me. Her brown nipple strained tward me. I reached my tounge and lips for a taste. Anne didn't miss a stroke. She kept finger fucking herself and streatching her tit out. She picked up her foot and kicked my chest. I fell over.

"I don't fuck strangers." She said.

"Alex," I replied trying to pull my belt off. She came down to me and knelt over my face. Her pussy juices dripped over her hands and into my lips. When she croutched over my pants I began undoing the rest of her buttons. She took her tounge and played with my zipper until it stood up. She was good. I had never seen a woman undress someone with her teeth before but my straining member seemed to make it easier to remove my pants and boxers.

"I'm Anne" I tried to lick her pussy but she wouldn't move her hand. She got up and stripped off her silk top. She didn't need a bustier. Her breasts were as firm as a tight water balloon. The odd thing is that her nipples sat right on top like two little bald wisemen sitting on the hillside. She dropped her hips down over my exposed cock. Her hand left her pussy just long enough to caress my aching sack. Her whole hand was covered in sweet nectar. She wiped herself neatly on my pubic hair, and lifted my hard meat into her waiting cocksucker.

"I know you want to eat me out." She lifted her damp had to me for a second taste. She began moving her hips in small circles. Clockwise and then counter clockwise. Stroking my staff from tip to base. My veigns were about to burst.

My cock was the biggest its ever been. I was in so much pain and she knew it. She covered my lips with her fore fingers like a mother telling a child to hush. Then she grabbed the back of my neck and subsequent hair and lifted my head to the top of her breasts. My whole body moved as we lay there on the floor of the lab. I hungrily swallowed her nipples into my mouth. I really wanted them to just pop off so I would feel some kind of purpose. She reached behind her and grabbed at my sack. It was swollen and filled with semen ready for realease.

"I'll let you come on one condition" Her squeezing countered the rythm that our bodies were enjoying. I thought I would come wether she let me or not. But the fear of not having that release scared me too much.

"GOOOODDD YYYYEEEESSSS!" I groaned. Then she tightened her pussy muscles and began milking me for all I had. I shot like a firehose. So much jizm that it started trickling down what little of my cock that was exposed. Just after my release she came with her own juices splashing around my balls. We kept fucking for a few seconds until I started to go soft. She got of my cock and moved up to my face again.

"You promised" she teased. Before I could object she dropped her pussy over my face. I instinctively began licking and sucking at her opened hole. I tasted my cum for the first time. It was mixed with hers and was like a fantastic broth. At the same time down south, Anne had already begun chewing and knawing on my cock like it was a piece of beef jerky. I could feel my rod hardening up again. She took it deep in her mouth and soon we both came again. Each of our juices cleansing out the taste of our own nectar.

We layed there for a few minutes and then I realized the time. "O shit! We're closed." I got up still naked from the waist down and went to lock the door. I don't think anyone came in. Quite frankly I didn't care. We both got dressed and I asked Anne out for some coffee.

That night I gave her my E-mail address and we went our seperate ways. In the morning I checked the mail and found a message from our little exhibisionist:

"Alex. Tag you're it! Your challenge is to get some pretty little thing to send me some very compromising pictures of the two of you. I can't wait for you to get done. Then we can fuck again, and maybe bring her too. Welcome to the club. Mistress Anne."

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