Nadia grinned. "So are you."
Talor climbed off the desk, and helped Nadia to sit up, as Mason helped Tamara to her feet.
Mason looked at the camera. He grinned. "I'll bet we've got some pretty good pictures out of that."
Tamara giggled, and climbed back up on the desk, next to Nadia, whom she took in her arms and kissed. Both women were locked in a long, slow, passionate kiss for a while, as the camera continued to snap pictures of them.
Finally, they separated, running their hands softly over each other's bodies, and Tamara looked at Mason. "We can do more, if you want."
Mason grinned widely. "Okay. I've got a few extra rolls of film, if you want to fill them up."
Nadia giggled. "I'd love to stay, but I've got stuff I should do." She kissed Tamara again, jumping off the desk. She leaned down to kiss each of Tamara's breasts, then down further to bestow a kiss on her pussy. She giggled as she heard the camera click, and turned. Picking up her discarded clothes from the floor, she stepped over to Talor, and kissed him a long moment, then she walked over to Mason, kissing him. "I had a lot of fun. We should do this more often." She began to dress.
Talor watched her, grinning. "Yeah. We should."
Nadia smiled, stepping towards the door. "Well, if you want to find me, I dance at Club Sorcery."
Mason and Talor chuckled. "We'll look you up."
Nadia giggled, waved and left.
Tamara grinned. "She's a lot of fun," she said softly, enjoying the roving of the two men's eyes as she laid back on the desk. She arced her back, and slid a finger inside herself. "Let's fill up those rolls of film."
Mason laughed, moving the camera closer, zooming in on Tamara's finger, slipping in and out of her pussy. She added another, and pretty soon, her entire hand was sliding in and out of her.
Talor chuckled softly as Mason snapped pictures.
THE HEADMASTER'S OFFICE
The door closed soundlessly behind Alena. Dahren was behind his desk but rose as she entered.
"Admiral," she said, saluting.
He chuckled, returning the salute. "At ease, Cadet."
She smiled at him. "I am right in assuming you did not summon me for school business, Dahren."
He grinned, a little surprised. "You are right, Alena." He stepped around his desk and approached her. She watched him with interest. "You've been my student for two years. I've greatly enjoyed having you in my class and I think you have enjoyed it as well."
She smiled. "Yes. You have been one of my most favorite instructors."
He put a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him. He was taller than her, which was saying something, since she stood nearly six feet. "You're eighteen now, right?"
She gave him a sly smile. "You know for a fact that I am. I have been eighteen for three months now."
His hand slid down over her shoulder to her upper arm. "Yes, I know." He pulled her to him, catching her other arm and gazing down into her large, dark emerald eyes. "I've wanted to do this since the first time you walked into my classroom." He murmured, lowering his head and kissing her. She pressed into him, moaning softly, opening her lips and meeting his tongue as it thrust into her mouth. He groaned, feeling her body crush against his, her breasts round and firm against his chest. As he continued to kiss her, he moved his hands from her arms and cupped her breasts, squeezing them so that she gasped and moaned, squirming against him. Her kisses became deeper and more passionate as he rubbed his thumb against her nipples, which had hardened and were straining against the fabric of her tunic.
'If I didn't know better, Alena,' he 'pathed at her, 'I'd say you have done this before.'
Alena moaned louder as he began squeezing and kneading her breasts, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth. 'I haven't.' she sent, 'I have just made a point of learning as much as I can about it.'
He stopped kissing her, chuckling softly. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "I think you've probably kissed before," he said with a smirk, still caressing her breasts.
She smiled. "Kissing, yes." She groaned as he squeezed her breasts, "Fondling, yes. But sex, no. And I know that's why we're here."
Dahren laughed a little, releasing her reluctantly. "Ah. So you have figured me out."
Alena's giggle was low and sultry. She reached up and unclasped the collar of her uniform tunic. "Dahren … it was so easy to see what you had in mind… I'd already decided the day I met you, that you were going to be the man who would fuck me first." She continued to unfasten the clasps to her tunic, enjoying the look in Dahren's dark eyes as he watched her open it, revealing her full, round breasts, covered only by a thin burgundy silk chemise, her nipples taut beneath the fabric.
She tossed the tunic onto a nearby chair. "Do you think I don't know that every man on the Privy Council wants to be the first?" She laughed softly.
Dahren grabbed her, pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply. His hands found her breasts, pushing the chemise off them, wrapping his big fingers around her soft skin, squeezing and kneading her as she groaned into his mouth. Then he pushed her back, against the desk, his mouth leaving hers and kissing a trail down her chin, her neck to her breasts. He took a moment to admire them, large for a girl of her age, round and firm, with rose colored nipples. He took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck it. Alena gasped with pleasure, arching her back, pressing her breast into his face. He chuckled softly, scraping his teeth across her sensitive flesh, drawing another gasp from her. His hand left her other breast and slid down, over her stomach, to the waistband of her pants. Deftly unfastening them, he slipped his hand inside. As he suckled her breast, moving to the second one as Alena moaned and wiggled, he slid his hand beneath the thin silken fabric of her panties.
Alena gasped loudly when his fingers found her. He lifted his head and looked at her, smiling. "You're very wet," he said quietly. "Excellent." Gazing at her with interest, he began to explore the smooth, soft wetness between her legs.
Alena groaned again, involuntarily bucking her hips up, rubbing against his fingers. With his free hand, he pulled her pants the rest of the way off her hips, they slid down to gather around the tops of her boots. With another deft movement, her burgundy silk panties had joined them. Continually, he rubbed his fingers against her clit, the slick wetness making a soft wet sound, which was growing wetter and louder the more he rubbed against her.
Alena, balanced against the edge of his desk, grasped with one hand while she had begun to squeeze and fondle her own breasts with the other, while trying to thrust against Dahren's hand. This was incredibly enjoyable but the more he played with her, the more she wanted him inside her. Playing with her pussy was something she could do herself and had quite often. She was ready for more than she could do herself. And the key, she knew, was to tell Dahren exactly what she wanted him to do to her.
"I want you inside me," she moaned as he looked towards her to see her reaction. He grinned. "Already?"
"Yes." She took his hand and stopped it, shuddering slightly. "You're very good, but I want fucked." She grinned at him, kicking off her boots and everything else with them. Naked, she climbed onto his desk, motioning for him to approach her.
Dahren laughed, walking over to her. She grabbed the hand he had been rubbing against her clit and sucked his fingers dry. He swallowed hard and groaned softly. She grinned at him again, then began kissing him. As she kissed him, she quickly unfastened his tunic and pants, then pulled away.
He looked at her curiously.
"Strip," Alena ordered.
Dahren's eyebrows raised at the commanding tone her voice had taken on.
"Excuse me?"
Alena leaned back and lounged seductively across his desk, her naked body atop various files, papers and other work he hadn't bothered putting away before she came. She smiled lazily at him. "Do you want to fuck me or not, Admiral?" she purred.