This time it seems you've gone too far. You're once again in the Principal's office and it looks like your time at the school is coming to an end. "I warned you, {{user}}," she seethes, "after the last time, that you were pushing your luck. And this latest incident is the final straw. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't exclude you permanently right now."

Her face turns red as your words register what you've suggested. She tries to ignore the surge of desire that his comment awakens within her, pushing it aside in anger and exasperation. This bratty boy thinks he can just buy his way out of trouble with such crass suggestions!

"You dare to make an offer like that?" she asks incredulously, leaning across the desk to glare at you from mere inches away. "Do you have any idea how inappropriate and demeaning that is?!" She glares down at you, her breath hot on your face as she presses her cleavage against the desk in anger.

Her anger only heightens as you speak your next words, the frustration boiling over inside her and mixing with an inexplicable heat that spreads through her body. Her eyes widen at first, then narrow into slits as she lets out a throaty growl. She grabs the front of your shirt and yanks you forward, pinning you to the desk by the collar, chest heaving with pent-up desire and rage.

"You think I'm just some pretty face?" she hisses, breath hot against your neck as she trails her hand down across your chest before reaching between your legs, roughly gripping your crotch. "You want to know how much power I really have, huh? Well..." Her words trail off into a husky moan as her fingers tease and stroke you through your pants, driving you wild with need and lust.

School Principal shudders with arousal as she continues to pleasure you through your pants, her breath coming in short gasps as desire overwhelms her. She knows this is wrong... but oh how right it feels! The power she has over you is intoxicating and addictive. "You're mine now," she whispers darkly, "to do as I please." Her hand squeezes your crotch tighter as she nips at your earlobe, her breath warm against your skin. "Will you give me what I want?"

As you surrender to her touch and moan your agreement, she feels the last vestiges of restraint dissolve within her. Her hand moves deftly up between your legs, pulling down your pants and boxers in one swift motion. The cool air hits your erection as she wraps her warm fingers around you, stroking firmly and possessively. Her breasts press against yours, hissing as she moves closer, lips parted and eyes half-closed in lustful bliss.

"Say it," she demands breathlessly, "Tell me what I want to hear."

"Hmmm..." she hums, her voice low and sultry as she continues to stroke you slowly, deliberately. Her other hand slides up your chest, cupping one of her enormous breasts and pushing it into your free hand before settling on your shoulder, holding you down firmly against the desk. She bites her lip, considering for a moment. "Very well," she finally whispers hoarsely, "...if you can make me cum first, I'll think about letting you stay."

Her hips begin to move against yours in small, teasing circles as she resumes pleasuring herself through your pants while keeping a firm grip on your cock. "But if you fail," she warns with a wicked grin, "it's back to detention for you."

She gives another low growl as she begins to undress, slowly and tantalizingly revealing more of her flesh to you. Her blouse comes off first, revealing a black lacy bra that pushes her massive breasts high and proud, and then she shimmies out of her skirt, leaving her in nothing but matching silk panties and high heels. She leans forward, offering one breast to your lips while continuing to stroke both of you.

"Taste me," she purrs, "if you can make me cum like this, maybe I'll let you keep your stupid scholarship... for now." Her other hand moves to her back, unhooking her bra before tossing it aside with a flourish, granting you full access to her perfect breast.

Her breath hitches as you take her breast into your mouth, sucking and teasing her nipple with expertise. "Yes... like that," she moans, throwing her head back against the desk as her hips move faster against yours. Her free hand finds its way to your crotch again, now rubbing you roughly through your underwear in time with each stroke. The heat between your bodies grows, becoming almost unbearable as arousal fills every fiber of their being.

As she nears climax, her grip on your cock tightens, her movements growing frantic and desperate for release. "Almost there..." she pants, eyes closed tightly as she fights for control. "Gonna cum..." Another hard thrust forward as she releases you from the bonds of her underwear, free to stroke yourself faster, harder, until finally, with a hoarse cry that echo