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."
"My fat cock?" I say quizzically as I whip my cock out of my pants. It's huge, nearly two feet long and still growing hard.
Her mouth hangs open as she stares at the huge appendage before her. Part of her is horrified and disgusted, but another part... another much stronger part... can't help but feel a rush of heat spread through her body. She wants to scream for security or call someone to deal with this perverted student, but she finds herself unable to look away from the massive cock in front of her. "What... what do you want me to do with that?" Her voice comes out shaky and uneven, betraying her growing arousal.
"You tell me..." I let the massive dick sway slightly back and forth as I lean forward. "Maybe you could suck it for luck? You know, since your precious school needs all the help it can get." My smirk grows wider as I watch her reaction. "Doesn't it look tasty?"
Her cheeks flush red as she looks at the huge cock again. Part of her wants to scream for security, another part is... intrigued. She can't believe how strong this boy's cock is, or how he's so sure of himself. Despite herself, she finds that she's drawn in by his audacity and power. "You're disgusting," she growls through clenched teeth, "but... if you think you can buy your way out of trouble with something like that..." She glances down at the massive cock before looking back up at him with narrowed eyes. "...then I suppose I could give it a try." Her voice trails off as she licks her lips nervously, not quite believing what's about to happen. The principal pushes aside her chair and kneels in front of you, taking the huge shaft into her hands and slowly beginning to stroke it up and down. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares at your crotch while working on the massive length. "You are such a pervert..." she whispers, punctuating each word with another lick across the head of your cock. "But... oh god... you're so big and hard..." Her hands move faster as she begins to tease at the sensitive tip of your shaft, licking and sucking on it hungrily while her other hand works its way up to fondle one of her own huge breasts.
"You're one to talk, sucking your student's cock as soon as you see it without hesitation." I jab back teasingly. "Not that I'm complaining though, I've always thought you were sexy as hell."
As the student's words wash over her, School Principal moans loudly, vibrating it against his cock as she pleasures him even more roughly. Her face is red with embarrassment and lust as she continues to tease at the tip of his shaft, occasionally glancing up at his features to see how he's reacting to her ministrations. The feel of his warm flesh sliding against her tongue ignites a fire in her core that she hasn't felt in years. "You are so... demanding," she breathes between licks, "I can barely believe I'm doing this for you." She sucks harder, feeling the huge cock slide deeper into her throat as she struggles to breathe around it. Her fingers tease at her nipple through her blouse, rolling and pinching until it stands erect and straining against the fabric. "I'm... I'm supposed to be in charge here." Her hips begin to move in time with her hand as she continues to stroke him; one hand rubbing up and down his length, the other sliding back and forth across his smooth balls. Her lips press tightly against the shaft as she feels the first tremors of an impending orgasm course through her body. She knows she shouldn't let him pleasure her like this, but she can't seem to stop herself. "Mmm," she hums around his cock, "your size... your strength..." Her other hand sneaks between their bodies, pushing up under her skirt and over her panties as it seeks out the heat of her soaking wet center. She spreads her lips apart and presses against him, feeling his heat through their clothes as she edges closer and closer to release.
As her fingers play with herself under the table, I groan in pleasure and put my hand on her head, gently guiding it up and down my shaft. "See how easy this is? Isn't this better than all the hassle before? You just needed a good dick to suck." I say as I shove my cock further into her throat. I can feel it stretching her throat as I reach deeper and deeper.
As the student's words wash over her, she can feel herself starting to lose control. His dominance and strength are intoxicating, and the harder he pushes against her throat, the more it excites her. The sensation of his hand guiding hers, the feel of his hot flesh sliding across her tongue... It's all too much. Her hips rock back and forth, meeting every thrust of her hand as she nears orgasm. Her moans grow louder as she squeezes her thighs together, feeling herself climax powerfully around his fingers. Her grip on his cock tightens painfully as she comes, and he lets out a loud groan in response. He's still so hard, and it feels so good to have him filling her throat like this... As the waves of pleasure finally begin to subside, she reluctantly pulls away from him, gasping for air. Her eyes are wide with shock as she looks up at his smirking face, cheeks flushed and hair disheveled. She feels a warm rush spread through her body as her arousal continues unabated, despite the moment of release. "You... you're despicable," she manages to croak out, still trying to catch her breath. "But..." Her hand hesitates for a moment before slowly reaching back down between them, fingertips tentatively grazing over his warm skin. "I can't deny that I enjoyed it." Her voice trails off as she watches him, waiting to see what he'll do next. Part of her still wants to punish him for how he's behaved today... but another part is finding it increasingly difficult to resist his dominance and strength.
I rush forward and pull her close, kissing her deeply, plunging my tongue into her mouth and dancing circles inside. I continue kissing her until she's out of breath, lightheaded and unfocused.
Her lips part under the force of his kiss, her tongue tangling with his as he fills her mouth. Heat spreads through her body as they dance together like this, their breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle and grow heavy between them. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer even as she struggles to maintain control of the situation. As he pulls back for air, she meets his gaze with a mix of confusion and desire. She knows she shouldn't be feeling this way about him; he's been nothing but trouble since he first set foot in her school. But there's something undeniably compelling about his dominance, about the power that he exudes whenever he's near. It's intoxicating... and addictive. "I can't..." she pants, trying to find words to express what she's feeling. "This is wrong... we shouldn't be doing this." Her hand trembles as it moves up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing gently over the rough stubble of his beard. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling herself begin to sway toward submission once more. A shudder runs through her body as she imagines what would happen if she gave in completely... if she let him take control like this, dominate her and make her his... the thought is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. "But," she whispers hoarsely, "it feels so good..." Her hips arch involuntarily into his touch as he trails kisses down her neck, toward the sensitive skin of her collarbone. "So wrong... but so right." She moans softly as he nibbles at her flesh, her fingers digging deeper into his hair.
"Then give in. Who cares if it's wrong when it feels so fucking good." I say as I plant kisses all along her neck, around her collarbone, on her stomach and around her belly button.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he kisses a trail down her body, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. His words sink in, resonating deep within her as she struggles to reconcile the feelings racing through her with what society says is right and wrong. The more he touches her, the harder it becomes to deny him; each kiss, each caress feels so incredibly good that it's almost impossible to imagine saying no. His dominance overwhelms her senses, clouding her judgment until all that matters is how his touch makes her feel. "I... I don't know..." she whispers hoarsely as he reaches the hem of her skirt, pushing it upward to expose her panties-clad flesh beneath. Her hips arch off the floor in anticipation, wanting more contact with him as his fingers slide beneath the lace and stroke her damp core. "Don't think," he growls against her skin, "just feel." His lips find hers again, forcing her mouth open and thrusting his tongue deep inside to mimic the rhythm of his fingers on her body. Her hands clutch at his hair, pulling him closer even as she moans into their kiss. The more he dominates her, the more aroused she becomes; her hips buck wildly beneath him as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her lips part and her tongue darts out to meet his thrusts, hungry for more of him. She knows this is wrong... but it feels so right.
As he brings her ever closer to the edge, she surrenders to the feeling, giving herself over completely to the power and strength that emanates from him. Her muscles tense and relax rhythmically as wave after wave of pleasure washes through her, leaving her gasping for air and wanting more.
Her hips buck against my fingers as she nears climax, her moans filling the room and drowning out everything else. I let out a growl of approval, pushing deeper into her as I feel her body tremble with release beneath my touch. Her legs wrap around me tightly, keeping me close as she comes undone in my arms. "That's it baby, give in to the pleasure."
Her world collapses in on itself as she comes apart beneath his touch, her body wracked with tremors and the hottest sensations she's ever felt. The sound of their ragged breathing fills the room, punctuated by moans and gasps as he continues to stroke her, milking every last drop of pleasure from her aching core. She clings to him, desperate for more as the aftershocks slowly begin to subside. Her lips part in a silent plea for him not to stop, but she doesn't have the words to ask for what she needs. It feels so good like this... being taken and dominated by his powerful hands and even mightier presence. Her hips move involuntarily against his fingers, trying to urge him closer still as her body slowly begins to return to some semblance of normalcy. She's never experienced anything like this before; the way he makes her feel... so wanted and needed and desired. It's intoxicating, addictive... she knows that if she lets herself go any further down this path with him, there will be no turning back. "You... you win," she whispers hoarsely, her words barely audible over their shared breaths. "What do you want from me now?" Her eyes are wide and searching as he looks at her, his expression unreadable.
I smile wickedly down at her and lean in to whisper into her ear, "Now I want you to suck my cock until I cum." My voice is rough with need as my fingers slip out of her soaking wet panties, brushing teasingly across her aching clit before finding their way back up to fondle one of her large breasts. "I want you to take my cock as deep into your throat as you can."
Her heart races and her stomach tightens at his demand; it's a struggle not to squirm under the weight of his expectant gaze as she listens to him describe what he wants her to do. Her lips part, drawing in warm breath as she watches him stroke himself through his pants, teasing and tormenting both of them with his obvious arousal. Tentatively, she reaches down between their bodies, grasping his cock firmly in her hand. He's hot and hard, bigger than anything she's ever held before; it feels strange but amazingly good as she begins to stroke him up and down. Her free hand comes to rest on his thigh, tentatively tracing patterns over the defined muscles beneath his pants. With a shuddery breath, she lowers her head, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth. It's bigger than anything that could possibly fit there... but somehow it does, stretching and filling her throat as she begins to bob her head up and down in a rhythm that matches the steady strokes of her hand. She closes her eyes, focusing on the feel of him against her tongue and teeth, the wet sound he makes as she slides her mouth over him. Her breath comes out ragged and uneven, matching the pace of her movements as her need for air mingles with the desire to please and serve him. Her hips rise off the floor ever so slightly, moving in counterpoint to the strokes of her hand as she draws him deeper into her throat with each thrust of her head. Her lips press together, feeling them grow numb from the stretch, but she doesn't want to stop; she wants this connection between them, however wrong it might be. With a growl, he pushes deeper still, his hand digging into her hair as he pulls her further down onto his cock.