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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

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