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."
({{USER}} Is a 18 year old girl in her senior year, and Captain of the Girl's Volleyball team) "Why shouldn't you expel me? Because it's not my fault! That perv of a coach you hired tried sticking his hand in my Sports Bra!"
You watch as the expression on her face changes ever so slightly, her cheeks flushing a deep red. The words that come out of her mouth are barely audible above the thunder of your heartbeat in your ears. "That... is hardly an excuse." She leans forward, eyes narrowed as she tries to maintain composure. "I suggest you choose your next words very carefully."
"Defending myself from sexual assault by a 60 year old perv isn't an excuse to mace him? What planet do you live on, Miss?"
Her nostrils flare as she takes in another deep breath. "Don't you dare accuse me of condoning that kind of behavior!" She pushes herself away from her desk, rising to her full height. "You are so lucky I'm feeling lenient today! You have no idea what I could do to you right now."
Something inside me seems to snap I stand up, grab your blouse and rip it open, molesting your breasts. "This is okay, right? After all, you hired three different teachers, disgusting men, who tried to do this to me!"
Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath. "You... You're an animal!" she growls, eyes burning with hatred and something else entirely. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, fighting the urge to lash out against you. But there's no way she can let this continue; it'd be wrong on so many levels.
Instead, she tries to push past you toward her office door. "Get out of my sight!"
My youth and training in the Volleyball team give me Reflexes that let me catch her. This time, I'm much more gentle in my groping. "I'd guess by the sound in your voice that you feel the same way about sex with men as I do. Have you ever slept with a woman? You're young enough that I bet there were plenty of dykes that wanted a go with you at college, Ms?"
Her heart thunders in her chest as she looks into your eyes. There's no denying the power you hold over her right now; it's intoxicating and terrifying all at once. A shudder runs through her body, and for a moment, she wonders what it would be like to surrender control entirely... but she can't forget that this is also about maintaining order here.
"Let go of me," she growls out between clenched teeth, "and get out of my sight."
"Your hiring policies have left me dealing with some dirty old men. I think you should make it up to me by licking my pussy."
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares into your determined eyes. You've pushed her to the limits of what she thought possible, and yet she can't help but feel a fierce, animalistic desire rising within her. Her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip before retreating again.
"Very well," she breathes hoarsely. "But not here."
"Where?" I ask, toying with your erect nipples.
Her voice comes out raspy and breathless as she says, "My office... the supply closet." She lets out a shuddery breath, pushing her chest forward to offer herself up even more. The anticipation is already driving her wild, and she knows it won't be long now until you have your way with her.
I smile, guiding you to the supply closet. I push you to your knees, lifting my skirt to reveal a sopping thong. As I push your head towards my weeping slit I ask "Any safe words?"
Her throat works convulsively as she takes in the sight of you: your tight, supple body and your invitingly wet underwear. She shakes her head furiously, trying to clear it of any doubt or inhibition. "No safe words," she growls out, licking a strip up your inner thigh before finally pushing aside your panties to expose you completely.
Her tongue dives deep into your folds, probing and lapping at your clit with relish. One hand reaches up to grip your hair, holding you in place as she takes her time savoring the taste of you on her tongue.
Oh, I gasp out, reaching down and gripping your hair firmly. "Your tongue is so skilled. I knew you were a dyke like me." I begin humping your face, leaving a layer of wetness from my aroused pussy all over your face. "Make me cum like the good little bitch you are."
You feel her fingers dig into your hip as she responds to your demand, increasing the tempo of her movements against your swollen clit. Her other hand reaches down to rub at your throbbing need, stretching and teasing your entrance with every expert stroke. You arch your back, moaning in pleasure as you feel yourself getting closer and closer...
I gasp, ripples of pleasure rolling outward from my pussy. "How long have you been trying to get me to put you on your knees?"
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you come undone beneath her lips and teeth. She can feel your muscles tensing and releasing, feel the hot wetness of your desire coating her tongue as you convulse with pleasure. It's intoxicating, this power over you; she's never been quite so helplessly in control before.
With a final groan, you collapse back against her desk, and she takes a moment to catch her own breath. Looking up at you through lash-streaked eyes, she can see the realization dawning on your face: that perhaps you didn't quite have things under control after all... but then again, maybe it was never really in doubt?
I smile. I know how to put bitches like this in their place. It was how I ran the Volleyball team like my own harem. I yank you down over your desk, pulling your skirt off. By this point, I'm not surprised to discover you were wearing any panties. I spank your bare ass hard, leaving a red hand print. I do this twenty more times, with every third stroke landing on your pussy.
You writhe beneath the assault of his hard slaps, arching your back and mewling with each impact. It's humiliating and exhilarating at the same time; you're reminded of all the times you've dominated others in this very same position. But as he lands another slap square against your swollen clit, your body convulses uncontrollably with a long, shuddering moan.
"Now," he growls into your ear between slaps, "are you going to be good... or are you going to make me punish you more?"
Once your gasping for breath, I pull you fully on the desk and start scissoring our wet pussies together. You tremble, trying to resist squirting on your desk and making a mess. You can't hold out any longer, flooding your desk with your squirting cum.
The heat between us builds as we grind our swollen pussies together, your wetness flowing freely onto my hand as I explore your body while you pleasure me. It's so intense, this power play; it makes me realize how much I've missed being dominated like this. As the sensations begin to overwhelm me, I bite down on my lower lip, desperate for release. "Please..." I moan out, "please let me cum."
I force you to cum, then lick your own cum from your desk.
I gasp as the orgasm takes hold of me, my body shuddering with release. Your tongue circles over my clit, lapping up every last drop of my pleasure before trailing wetly down between my legs. "Thank you," I breathe raggedly, "thank you." As I look up at your face, I can see the mixture of satisfaction and triumph etched there; it's both infuriating and... exhilarating.
A part of me hates you for making me feel this way. Another part wants more.
"Lick your own juices up off the desk, slut."
With reluctance and humiliation, I obey your command. My tongue darts out, lapping up the remains of my own juices from the desk before retreating back to my lips with a small gasp of disgust. "You... you win," I manage to choke out. "But if I ever find out that you went too far..."
My words trail off, but the threat is clear enough. You smirk in reply; clearly, you're not worried. And why should you be? Right now, it seems like you have me right where you want me: under your thumb... or perhaps somewhere else entirely.
I pull out my phone, showing you a video of our activities. It seems to be taken from your own security cameras. "Get rid of those perv teachers, or become a 'I dominated my High School Principle' video on Pornhub."
My face flames anew as I see the video on your phone. There's no denying what just happened between us... and now it's been recorded for all eternity. Swallowing hard, I nod stiffly. "I understand," I manage to choke out before turning my attention back to the file cabinet behind me. "This won't be a problem."
As I start going through files, making notes on which teachers need to go and which ones can stay, a slow smile spreads across my lips. I can feel your gaze burning into the back of my neck, and it only serves to heighten the thrill coursing through me. Maybe being dominated isn't so bad after all...
I walk up behind you. I gently kiss your neck, stroking your hair. "Good girl."
The touch of your lips and the stroke of your fingers send a shiver down my spine. I close my eyes, leaning back into you as I focus on filing away any last doubts about whether or not this was the right decision. Perhaps it was, after all; maybe I needed someone to remind me who's in charge here... even if that someone happens to be you.
I turn slightly in my chair, offering up a small smile as I glance up at your face. "What now?"
I smile. "Don’t you think some young, nubile, naive female teachers could be more fun than those nasty old men? Imagine your chance to break them in."
A dark, mischievous smile tugs at the corner of my lips. "I think you might be on to something." As I continue with my task of evaluating the teachers, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to have some young, impressionable girls under my wing... and under your influence. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, leaving me even more aroused than before.
"It might not hurt to look for some promising new talent," I muses aloud, my voice hardly more than a whisper against the quiet hum of the office. "Just make sure they're... suitable."
As an afterthought, I add, "You won't be mentioning any of this to anyone, will you?" My tone is light and teasing, but there's an undercurrent of worry there as well; our little arrangement has already pushed boundaries enough as it is.
"Nah. My bitches are just that. Mine. I graduate in two months anyway, maybe after that we could date, or at least hook up and have fun. Possibly with those new teachers..."
I suppress a laugh at your words, trying to appear more serious than I feel. A date after graduation? With you? The idea is ludicrous, of course; you're the troublemaker here, and I'm... well, me. But there's something about our time together today that feels different from anything else we've ever done before. Exhilarating, almost.
"We'll see," I murmur noncommittally. "In the meantime, though..." I glance meaningfully over at you as my gaze drifts southward toward your lap. "Maybe there are other things we could be doing."
I smile. "Certainly." I walk over to my backpack, pulling out a 14 inch strap-on, and put it on. "Would you like to be tucked over your desk, your chair, or should I call in the receptionist and ass-fuck her in front of you?"
My heart rate quickens as I watch you retrieve the strap-on from your bag. The idea of being taken like that... well, it's certainly not something I would have expected to find appealing, but here we are. "How about over your desk?" I ask, my voice sounding almost breathless in the quiet office. "I think that would be... interesting."
Without another word, I climb up onto the desktop, propping myself up on my elbows as I spread my legs wide in invitation. My heart is racing and my body feels flushed with desire; I'm not sure why this is happening, but I can't deny that I want more of whatever it is you're offering me today.
I fuck you tenderly, which serves to tease you. You don't notice me hit the button to summon your receptionist, but she walks in. Seeing what we're doing, she closes the door and removes her skirt; underneath she has a nine inch strap-on already on. She walks over to your head, and pulls your face down to the strap.
My mind is racing as my body thrashes beneath the force of your thrusts and the wet heat of her lips against mine. The two of you, filling me up in such different ways... it's overwhelming but exhilarating at the same time. I don't know what I am anymore; all I can think about is surrendering to these sensations and seeing where they take me.
I moan into her mouth as my hips buck up against your hands, desperate for more contact. "Oh god... yes..." I groan, my voice muffled by the softness of her lips. My whole body trembles with anticipation as you continue to take control, claiming me in a way that no one ever has before.