Buffy Summers had a plan.
It had seemed like a great plan at the start, but here, under the librarian’s desk, it was starting to get a bit cramped. Shifting onto her knees, hair falling into her face, she sneezed.
Dust.
Ick.
This was so going to ruin her new skirt.
“Now Mr. Pratt, I know that you have your own ideas for the decoration plan for the library,” came the sniveling voice of Sunnydale High School principal, “However, you cannot go through with anything before I approve of it.”
“I know Principal Snyder,” came the sweet English voice of Buffy’s target, Spike Pratt, the school librarian. “That’s why I invited you to come and speak to me today, so that we could discuss it.”
“Well, then let’s discuss it, Mr. Pratt.”
The sound of a chair scraping across the floor…
Principal Snyder had sat down.
Buffy smiled, watching as tweed pants came into view, equally drab brown loafers shifting dust into the air as they stepped in front of the large swivel chair. She grimaced in distaste, trying not to breath in. Well, not too much at least.
“Well sir, I have various plans that I have laid out for you in this folder” Spikes voice explained, the sound of something sliding across the desk suggesting that he had passed the folder to Snyder. Buffy wrinkled her nose as Spike’s loafers kicked up yet another cloud of dust as he moved the chair forwards slightly before sitting down. A smile came onto her face as the target of her plan came into view.
The tweed clad crotch of the oh so sexy librarian.
Buffy smiled, and got to work.
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Spike Pratt slid the small folder across the table towards Principal Snyder, adjusting the small black spectacles on his face as he kept the carefully established smile in place on his lips. Trying not to flinch as Snyder flipped through hours of labor and research in seconds, then discarded it to the side without a second glance, he grimaced instead, taking off his glasses for a quick cleaning with the dark brown tie that matched his suit.
“Well these ideas are all well and good, but how exactly do you plan on paying for any of this?” The principal sneered, “I hope you know the school board has no interest in these plans and will not be putting forward any money just so you can paint the walls a new colour.”
“Well sir,” Spike began, before freezing. Something was touching him. Something or someone was touching him. In a very sensitive area.
“Yes?” Snyder whined impatiently, tapping his fingers in an offbeat pattern on the desk.
“Well, s-sir,” stuttered the blond. Something or someone was now stroking that very sensitive area. “If you’ll just review the folder, I h-have outlined various fundraisers I could r-run to pay for the upgrades,” his breath hitched as he hissed out the last word. Hands shaking on the table, as the definite someone was now working on his zipper, sliding it slowly down so that it made no sound.
Oh dear sweet Lord, it was down. He gulped silently, glancing down into his lap to watch as his already hardening manhood was pulled free of its confinement by small delicate hands.
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-God this is like a work of art-
Buffy purred mentally, eyeing the beautiful glistening cock in her hands with barely contained arousal. She had seen other men’s “bits” before. Angel’s for one, but this, God, it was like a fantasy come true, 8 or so inches of pale glistening flesh, one obvious vein curled around it to join the top in a large head that was slowly beginning to drip precum as her hands stroked it, quivering, to its full size.
Licking her lips, she slowly pumped the now fully hard cock, up and down, up and down. Tracing her thumb slowly up the vein and over the top, she paused, bringing the thumb to her mouth to suck off the precum that had dripped onto it.
-Mmmm-
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“That’s v-very interesting, s-sir” Spike stammered, feeling the heat rising up his neck, suit jacket becoming uncomfortably warm as he held himself still, trying desperately to ignore the gloriously warm hands hidden under the table, currently pumping him for all he was worth.
“Is something wrong, Pratt?” Snyder inquired, looking at his red face with an expression of dislike, “you’re not getting sick, are you?”
“I t-think I may j-just be tired, sir, nothing to worry about,” he replied, reaching his hands down onto his lap and closing his fist around the hands on his cock, stilling the movement. “Nothing to worry about, I’m sure.”
“Well then, perhaps you can explain one of these fundraisers to me,” the principal continued. “Remember that the school board won’t pay for any facilities you wish to hire. You’ll have to pay for all of it yourself out of your own pocket, though who knows why you would want to do that!”
“Yes sir, I… Oh my God!” Spike’s sentence was cut short as he gasped for air. The small hands he had stopped had been replaced by the all consuming heat of a mouth.
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Buffy smirked. He had stopped her hands. She didn’t need hands.
Shifting up and onto her knees she leaned forward, licking her lips before enveloping the delicious member in her mouth. Tongue flicking out to taste more of the salty cum, she smiled. His hands had released their grip. She intertwined the fingers of one hand with his, using the other to gently squeeze the base of his manhood.
She closed her eyes in pleasure as she began to move her head on his pulsating flesh. His hand in hers, squeezing with each slow sensual swallow. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting more and more of the salty juice with every movement.
-Mmm it tastes as good as it looks-
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“What on Earth is the matter with you,” Snyder asked, leaning backwards in his seat in case it was catching.
“I j-just g-g-got a rather serious headache, s-sir,” he whimpered in blissful agony, trying with all his might not to move in case he lost all self control then and there.
“Well perhaps we should discuss this another time, when you’re not feeling ill,” suggested the principal, his sleeve covering his mouth as he slid his chair another few feet backwards
“I think that w-w-would be best.” Spike agreed, voice shaking as he nodded to his boss, watching his hasty exit towards the door.
“Yes, yes, goodbye Mr. Pratt.” Snyder muttered, exiting the room with a quick slam. Spike held his breath, waiting for a few moments before…
…“Oh thank God!” he cried out, shoving the desk forwards with a foot, he grabbed a fistful of the blonde hair that was bobbing up and down on his cock and pulled up.
“Ms Summers?” he squeaked, staring into the face of his fantasy student. The gorgeous Buffy Summers, who had been taunting him with tiny skirts and skimpy tops ever since he had started at the school 4 months ago.
“Hello Mr. Pratt,” Buffy smiled, before ducking her head back down again for another lick.
“Ungh…” the librarian panted, gripping her hair gently “Stop!”
“Why should I do that, sir?” purred out the instrument of his torture, strawberry lips just begging to be kissed as they smiled innocently up at him, whilst one of her perfectly manicured hand grasped his cock. The other still intertwined with his own.
“You’re a student!”
“You’re not a teacher.”
“You’re underage!”
“I’m old in experience.”
“This is wrong!” he stuttered finally, trying to pull his hand away from hers. “I cannot allow this to continue!”
“Well then, stop me,” she whispered, shifting her grasping hand up and down, thumb dragging upwards along the vein.
“No!” he moaned, hips arching up into her hand. “It’s wrong…”
“How can something so delicious be wrong?” she asked with that same innocent smile, before lowering her head to again take him into her mouth.
“Ughh! Noo…” Spike groaned, something in his mind still trying to take back control. She was a student. He was a member of staff. He couldn’t. Oh God but it felt so good.
“Fuuck” he cried out softly, hand still entangled in her golden mane as she bobbed up and down, devouring his full length with avid sounds of pleasure.
“God this is wrong, this is so wrong” he mumbled over and over. Head falling back against the chair as he fought an internal battle, slowly give into pleasure.
“Mmm” Buffy hummed in delight, swallowing as she lifted her head off him and squeezed the hand she still held in her own. “Still want me to stop?”
“Yes...” Spike hissed, shaking with suppressed desire as he loosened his grip on her hair.
“Then stop me,” she challenged, placing both of his hands on his knees before slowly climbing up his body “Stop me from doing this. That is,” Buffy paused, leaning over him in his large swivel chair, one hand reaching to grasp him again, “if you want to, sir.”
He was powerless to resist, watching with ravenous eyes as she climbed onto him, his control draining away as she hitched up her skirt, one knee on either side of his legs.
“Go on, stop me,” she ordered, shifting sodden panties aside as she guided him to her entrance. She slid the head of his cock back and forth along her dripping slit as she challenged him again. “Tell me to get off and I’ll leave.”
“Liar.” Spike shook, hands gripping his knees tightly and he clenched his eyes shut. Trying to pretend something, anything.
“I will. I’ll leave...”she murmured into his ear, nibbling softly on his earlobe as she slowly rode the very tip of him. “You know you want this.” She kissed up the side of his neck, breathing in his scent with pleasure. “You can’t resist, just give in…” One hand playing with the hair on the back of his neck, the other tracing slowly down one cheekbone as she arched slowly up and down. “Just fuck me, please, fuck me…” she began to whine in a breathy moan.
“Oh god” Spike shook, nails digging deep furrows into his knees as he tried everything to regain control. Counting back from 10, his mum naked, sheep, but she was making those sounds. Nibbling his ear and saying such things. He couldn’t contain himself anymore.
“Ah!” he snarled, grabbing her hips and slamming fully upwards into her.
She cried out against his neck as he sheathed himself inside her with one sharp thrust, surprise as well as pleasure echoing in the sounds that filled his small office.
“Gyah” he groaned, almost coming right then and there at the sweet warmth encompassing his cock. Nostrils flaring as she tightened her inner walls around him.
“Oh yes, yes,” Buffy panted in a breathy moan, muffling her voice in Spike’s tweed jacket as she began to ride him in earnest. Thighs clenching as she clutched his shoulders with her hands.
It felt so good —how could something so delicious be so wrong- her words echoed in his ears as he shut his eyes, clasped her hips tighter in his hands, and let go of all his inhibitions. “Yes, yes, yes, yes..” she was whispering to herself in that breathy moan, he could feel her hands clutching his shoulders. Smell her sweet vanilla fragrance. She buried her face further into his neck, her hips arching as she began to move faster.
“Ugh yes yess,” she hissed frantically, she was so close. She could feel the building orgasm in her toes, could feel it rolling up her legs and back, growing deep inside her. “Oh please, please” she mumbled to herself, inner walls tightening as Spike began arching his hips up in time with her movements, hands sliding down from her hips to grasp her ass. “Don’t stop!” she cried out, biting down onto his shoulder to muffle her scream of pleasure as she rode him frantically for the last few moments. Spasming inner walls sending the last few shots of pleasure quaking through her, she rode out the wave, finally stilling on his still solid cock. Thighs quivering, she gasped into his shoulder, taking in deep breaths of air as she slowly drifted down from her cloud of euphoria.
“Well.” Spike said into the silence.
“Hmm, well, indeed.” She replied, a sigh falling from those luscious strawberry lips as she began to lift herself up and off his cock. Her movements were stopped by his hands, clutching her hips in a deadlock. Buffy’s eyes widened she leaned her head back to come face to face with Spike’s lust darkened gaze.
“I’m not done,” he growled deep in his throat, the bestial sound rumbling in his chest. He grasped her head with one hand to pull her into a passionate kiss. Sucking on her bottom lip, he stood, lifting her with ease while his length remained firmly sheathed inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he stumbled backwards for a moment, tongue battling hers for dominance, before turning and pressing her up against the wall. “Nowhere near done,” he growled again, before slowly beginning to thrust up into her. Running his hands up her arms, he held her against the wall by the wrists, groaning with every sensation.
Buffy cried out into his mouth as she was penetrated from a whole new angle. Tightening her hold around his hips, she arched backwards. Words of pleasure fell from gasping lips at each thrust. “Oh yes! Please, fuck me! Oh God!!”
Spike was in Heaven, soon to be Hell, as he pounded the young writhing school girl against the office wall, his own moans mingling with her kitten like mewls of pleasure. “So good, oh Buffy, Buffy, Buffy.” he shuddered, speeding up his thrusts as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. Releasing her wrists to lose his hands in her hair again, he mumbled her name with each thrust. “Oh Buffy, oh God, my sweet Buffy, uhh!”
“Oh God, don’t stop!’ She started again, grinding herself against him with each spearing movement of his hips. Driving his cock deeper inside her. So much deeper.
“So close…”
“Don’t stop…”
Their moans filled the room, bodies moving as one as they sought release.
“Ahh!” Buffy cried out.
“Oh God” Spike yelled, covering the sound by crushing her lips with his in another bruising kiss.
They undulated against the wall together for everlasting moments before slowly coming to a sweaty, panting stop.
He kissed her shoulder gently, before lifting her off of his now flaccid self and onto the ground. She wobbled on quivering legs, head against the wall, eyes closed, as she slowly brought her breathing under control.
“Well,”she smiled, stepping towards him for a kiss.
“Well indeed,” he sighed, passing her a box of tissues and turning away. Picking up his black rimmed glasses that had somehow gotten knocked aside amidst all the mayhem. “I-I think you should leave...” he said, back to her as he cleaned himself off with a few tissues, and zipped his pants back up.
“…Sure,” Buffy replied. Readjusting her clothes, she walked towards the door, pausing for a second to reach up under her skirt, and pull off her black lace panties with a snap. She tossed them to his feet and smirked, meeting his eyes. “Till next time, Sir,” she winked, hips sashaying as she walked towards the door and off down the hall.
“Uhh” Spike groaned, groin tightening all over again. What on earth had he gotten himself into?
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Buffy paused around the corner, listening to the librarian groan in frustration. A smile played across her lips as she walked off.
—Oh yeah, this will be fun.-
This is my first all smut story so be kind and enjoy! Beta'd by the lovely and talented DragonflyLady (Lauriel).