Interview with the SG President goes really well. (First Post)

Hello All. I have been a reader for several years, and figured Id give writing a shot. Please let me know what you think!

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After high school, I went to a local community college where I made the deans list and became student government President. I may have succeeded in my academic endeavors, but I did not have a clue what I was doing around women. My strategy was to sit next to attractive the girls in class, and hope they somehow noticed my quick wit and studiousness. I was entirely unsuccessful, until one evening towards the end of my term as President of the student union.

As a member of the student government, I got certain perks, a parking spot on campus, access to the student government office. The office had a board room style table, a desk for three of the members. As president, I had my own office, a little offshoot of the main room, with my own desk. I spent many nights in that office, working late.

One afternoon a girl from my acting class approached me after I had made an announcement about an upcoming food drive. Her name was Alison. She sat next to me (I sat next to her.) She told me that she was taking a journalism class and that her final project was to write an article about something happening on campus. She asked if she could interview me about the upcoming food drive, and about student government in general.

Alison was a very attractive girl with jet black hair, long toned legs, and a large chest. She had brown eyes and freckles. She wanted to start writing immediately and asked if I was free that evening. I was oblivious to her flirtations, the way she looked at me, the way she giggled and reached for my arm. I had a class just then, so we agreed to meet that evening in the office.

Alison arrived wearing a baggy sweater with a white tank top underneath and a short wavy black skirt that went down to just above her knees. She was very fit and I (for the first time) realized I was in my own private office, at night, with a very attractive girl. I knew there was very little chance we would be disturbed. This was noted, and I was intent on staying professional.

As soon as she entered she kicked off her shoes to reveal white ankle socks. She sat down at the table and I sat across from her. She started asking me questions from her notebook and recording the conversation with a small recorder. After about five minutes she complained about the temperature in the room and asked if I would be ok if she took off her sweater. I nodded, and off it came. Now in just a tank-top and skirt, I was starting to realize just how sexy Alison was. And I started to get little turned on at the way she took off the sweater off. Her arms above her head, showing off her neck, and shoulders.

“Oh! that’s a nice couch.” She said as she bunched her sweater into a ball and stuffed it into her bag. She hopped onto the couch and put her legs up on the seat. She stretched out over the armrest with her arms above her head again. Her toes were pointed her chest looked perfect in this position. I was now shifting in my seat, trying to hide my growing erection.

“Shall we continue over here?” She asked flirtatiously.

“I don’t see why not,” I said awkwardly. I still believed I had a responsibility (as ‘President’) to act responsibly, but I did enjoy a good flirt.

“Do you mind if I change into a teeshirt?” I asked. It’s important to understand that at this point in my life I had a nice body. 5’10” and fit. That came from teaching three to five Tae Kwon Do lessons a week and playing football often. I decided to test the waters and see if I could get a reaction from Alison. I walked into my private office and grabbed a black teeshirt from my bag. I remained in the room, but by the door so she could see me clearly from the other room. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off to reveal a grey undershirt that was tight enough to show off my arms and abs. I took my time finding the front of the tee shirt and slowly pulled it over my head.

“Wow! you’re quite fit” She said as I returned to the couch. I thanked her and sat next to her on the couch. Her legs were now crossed infant of her and her notebook was pressed against her breast. She was staring blankly at me. This was exactly the response I was hoping for. “Your not too bad yourself,” I said with a smile. “Next question”

She started to ask the next question but stopped “I’m sorry, Can I touch your arms? Please” I nodded and maintained eye contact. She put her notebook down and took a deep breath as she reached out to feel my bicep. Her hand squeezed my muscle and moved up to my shoulder. She reached out with her other hand and began feeling both of my shoulders “Wow.”

“Are you… Satisfied?”I said as I consciously gave up on ‘professionalism.’ She didn’t respond but took her hands off me. “Do I get to feel your arms now?” She cleared her throat and nodded in approval. She moved closer to me, very close. Then she turned away, so I was facing the back of her neck. I felt her arms which were toned. She let out a soft moan. “That feels good?” I asked to no response again. I started massaging her shoulders and neck and the response was amazing. She began breathing faster and letting out several soft moans.

“That feels really good.” She said

“Sounds like it”

Alison was still sitting next to me, So I motioned for her to sit between my legs. She did, she slid all the way back so that her tight ass was nestled against my crotch. Any delusion on her part that I wasn’t turned on was now gone. She picked up her hair with both arms, and turned to look at me and said: “Do you like that?”

As I began rubbing her back, she started moving her hips against my rock hard cock. She stood up and turned to face me as she stripped off her tank top to show a white lace bra that cupped her full breasts wonderfully.

Alison told me to scoot forward in my seat. She turned and sat into my lap and told me to keep massaging her. As I did she began full on grinding against me. I let my hands glide down to her waist. Bliss! She grinned on me for about a minute, lightly moaning throughout. I needed to be facing her.

I rolled us both over so we toppled onto the other side of the couch. She had her back to the couch now, and I slid my knee between her legs. One of her hands was on the back of my neck, and the other was on my side. As I moved in for a kiss I pushed my knee gently onto her pussy. It was warm and she reached out to meet my lips. We made out, rough and hard. Our tongues dancing with each other, her hips grinding on my leg. My cock as hard as a rock.

I laid her down so her back was flat against the seat of the couch and started kissing her neck. She moaned. I moved to her collar bone. She moaned louder. I kissed her cleavage and moved to her hip bone. I lightly kissed and ran my teeth over it and she moaned and a tremor shook through her body.

I started to pull her panties off from under her skirt and she helped me. I hiked up her skirt and kissed my way up her inner thigh. I told her to keep her arms above her head, A request she blatantly ignored as she reached out for the back of my head with both of her hands. She guided my face to her clit but I refused to touch it. I teased and kissed her pussy lips, and didn’t let her move my head where she wanted. I told her again to put her hands up. This time she did.

As she did I took her clit into my mouth and began sucking. I stuck two of my fingers into her wet juicy pussy. She instantly began moaning so loudly I was worried someone would hear us. “Yes Yes!, I’m cumming!” She yelled as she came hard with my fingers inside her and my mouth on her clit. “God Yes!”

I eased up on her clit and focused on the lips of her pussy and slowly fingering her while she recovered from what appeared to be an amazing orgasm.

“Take off your pants” She demanded as she moved from under me. She reached back and undid her bra. This revealed perfect large double ‘D’ breasts. I wanted to suck on them, but she had other ideas

I pulled my pants off and she helped with my shirt. She ran her hands across my bare chest and brushed against my cock before she climbed on top of me and kissed me hard. She kissed my neck and worked her way down my chest and stomach before taking off my underwear and kneeling on the ground in front of me. She put her hair into a ponytail.

She took my cock in her hands, and slowly ran her tongue from the base of my balls to the head of my penis. She did this several times slightly faster each time. lubricating my shaft with her spit. She licked from different angles. When I was sufficiently lubed, she gazed back up at me and engulfed the tip of my cock into her mouth. She played with the head while her hands stroked my shaft.

“You taste so good,” She said as she began taking me deeper into her mouth, moaning softly. I began feeling like I might blow my load, but before I could tell her to slow down she took me out of her mouth and gripped my base tightly. She then started the whole process over again. Starting by licking my shaft from balls to tip. Now that I was fully lubed up, She began deep throating my cock. Bliss! Alison’s other hand (not stroking me) slid down under her skirt. As she brought me closer again, she stopped and began kissing my cock all over.

“I’m going to fuck you now!” She said as she climbed on top of me, strataling me on the couch. She guided me into her and began bouncing on my dick. Her arms were around my neck and her hair was coming out of the ponytail she had done.

She started moaning loudly and began changing from bouncing to grinding. Could she be getting tired? It was time for me to take control.

I picked her up and placed her on her back, on the table. I knelt between her legs and ate her out for a minute. I really wanted to taste her, but also wanted to give my throbbing cock a rest. I wanted her to cum while I was fucking her. As her moans grew, I stood up, spread her legs, and began fucking her. She read my mind, as she stretched her hands above her head. This view, with her perfect breasts bouncing to the rhythm of me fucking her, with her flat stomach, tight and toned, with her hair messy and beautiful. this view will stay with me forever.

Just like that, she came again, on my cock. I watched as her legs closed around me, and her whole body shook, her eyes closed and her face turned red, then white. I stopped fucking her and let her recover from the orgasm with me inside her. She looked up at me in a way that said, I’m going to thank you for that’

Alison got on her knees and began blowing me. but after a few seconds, she stood up and bent herself over the table.

“Fuck me. Please!” She begged.

I did. This view of her ass was beautiful. Perfectly fit and full. She lay sprawled out across the table only now did I finally rip off her skirt. I watched her whole body rock with my hard strokes

Just as I was getting close, she pushed me off her and got on her knees infant of me, arms infant of her chest perfectly framing her boobs. Her eyes staring up at me.

“Cum in my mouth, Please!” She begged. She took my cock in her mouth and in her hands, Stroking my shaft continuously as she sucked on my head, I felt myself buildup and then burst into her mouth. Just as I did, she took me down her throat and I blew my load while she deep throated me. Her hands cupped my balls until they were empty. I watched her swallow my cum and we collapsed on the couch, our legs intertwined.

“You ripped my skirt,” Alison said as we both began to laugh.

I drove Alison home that night. The story of how we got to the car with her pants less will perhaps be told another time, in another setting. I did tell her she could have worn my sweatpants, but she liked the idea of sneaking around the campus pant-less.

On the last day of classes that semester Alison gave me a small gift. It was a thumb drive… It turns out she never turned off the recorder… the note read

-“I hope you enjoy this as much as I have.” – Alison

Edited: typos.

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