Page 20 of Tristan’s Temptation

“Drape yourself over my lap.”

“Please, schoolmaster—” she protested but Tristan could hear her soft gasps over the speakers, along with a slick resonance that assured him her fingers were working as madly as his own.

“Do it.” There was a slight pause and then her character moved as he had commanded. “Skirt up.” And when she complied, “Panties down.”

He heard her whimper over the line and then, in the blink of an eye, her character was bare-ass naked from the waist down. It was nothing compared to the real thing, the real thing he had fondled so lasciviously in his office that morning, but it was close enough. Because Tristan was imagining the real thing in its place.

“Are you going to spank me now, schoolmaster?” she asked breathily, prompting him, goading him.

“Oh yes.” He frowned at the controls, trying to figure out how to make Mr. Trillo bring his hand down on her ass.

Apparently Shannon had programmed in a macro for that, bless her heart, and the first sharp slap fell. The sound of it echoed through the room and Shannon obligingly cried out with an anguished sob. It shot through him like a fist.

“Please,” she whispered as another smack found its mark. Her sob was wreathed in a moan this time. He could hear the wet noises as her fingers sluiced in and out of her pussy and that made his cock throb. God, how he wished he were in that schoolmaster’s office right now with Shannon draped over his lap, his hand falling again and again on her soft, pliant flesh.

The ass on the screen slowly turned red. Tristan marveled that she’d taken the time and the effort to program in such a detail. This evidence of her diligence made him even harder.

“Do you like that?” he hissed, his tight fist snaking frantically up and down his cock.

“Yes, Master.” Another smack. And another.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes!”

“I want to do this to you in real life,” he panted, his control nearly at an end. “God, Shannon. Do you want my hand on your ass? Is that what you fantasize about when you’re sitting at your desk acting all prim and proper?”

“Yes.” Her moan was deeper, more resonant. He recognized the timbre. She was close. Very close.

“This is what happens to naughty girls,” he said, goaded by that demon, the one crawling about in his loins. He wanted very badly to explode but he wanted to take her with him. “They get their bottoms paddled, don’t they? And if they are really naughty, they like it, don’t they, Shannon?”

“Yes, Tristan. Yes.” She was shivering, he could hear it in her voice. Her pussy would be quivering and grasping at his cock right now. If he were there. If he were in her. She’d be squeezing and massaging his length and sucking at him with her muscles.

“You’d like it, wouldn’t you? You’d like me to smack your ass hard, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And then do you know what I’d do?”

“Ah! W-what, Tristan?”

“Then I’d slip my finger into your pussy and see how wet you are.”

“I’m wet. God. I’m so wet.”

“Are your fingers in your pussy?”

“Yes. God. I want you.”

“I want you too. I want to feel how wet you are for me. I want to rub your clit and suck your tits and make you come. And maybe, just when you’re right there on the edge, begging for it…”

“Yes?”

“Maybe I’ll spank your pussy too.”

She cried out as ecstasy claimed her, sobbing and moaning and crying his name. And that sent him over the edge as well, hurtling after her into pleasure’s tight grip.

Still gasping, he returned to sanity. “That was amazing.”