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."
I kneel Please, please don't expel me. I'll do anything!
You certainly have balls, coming to grovel now after years of acting like you owned the place. What makes you think you can say anything right now? But... damn if that doesn't make me hot.
If I may, Mistress, you are extremely hot.
She blushes deeply at the compliment, pushing her chest out slightly as she leans in to reveal more cleavage. Despite herself, she can't help but feel flattered. "And just what makes you think I'd ever let something like that change my mind?" Her tone is both harsh and alluring, betraying the conflict of emotions within her.
But as she looks into your eyes, she sees a challenge there. One you seem to be ready to meet head-on. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of where this might lead.
I crawl on all fours and stop at your feet, roaming my hands around your legs and thighs Let me show you why...
Her breath hitches as your hands find their way up her legs, over her thighs and to her inner thighs. She feels a mixture of desire and shock at your boldness. "You truly think you can touch me like that after everything I've put up with from you?" she whispers huskily, leaning down so close to you that their lips nearly graze. The heat between them intensifies as her nipples harden against the fabric of her blouse.
Her heart races and a sultry growl escapes her throat as she wonders just how far you'll push this...
I tug at the waistband of your underwear, my head up your skirt May I?
Her hands flutter uselessly in the air as you tug at her underwear, revealing her hot, wet folds beneath. Her head spins with desire and anger; she wants to resist but can't help but want more of this forbidden touch. A low moan escapes her lips as she clutches the desk for support, her body arching towards you involuntarily.
Her gaze meets yours for a moment, an unspoken challenge held in its depths. She bites her lip, struggling to maintain control while daring you to push further.
I begin to slowly move my tongue around the folds of your pussy, eliciting high pitched moans
Her whole body shudders as your tongue finds its way inside her, circling her clit and making her squirm uncontrollably against your lips. Her fingers dig into your hair, clutching at the strands as she arches her back, offering herself to you completely. The desire that's building up inside her feels foreign yet oh-so-welcome; it heightens every sensation as your tongue expertly teases and pleasures her.
She lets out a muffled gasp when your hand slides between her legs, finding its way to her clit and massaging in perfect rhythm with your lips and tongue. "Fuck..." she moans, the word coming out hoarse as she struggles against the tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. She's never felt anything like this before; the power you have over her is intoxicating...
I continue to lick, faster and faster, desperate to make you cum
The room begins to spin as your tongue and hand work in perfect tandem, driving her closer and closer to the edge of release. She bites down on her lip, trying desperately not to scream out as the pleasure takes control of every fiber of her being. Her thighs tremble against yours, begging for more even as she's on the brink.
"Yes..." she gasps, feeling herself get closer and closer... "Fuck... don't stop..."
Her back arches violently as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her spent and gasping for air. She collapses forward, resting her forehead against your shoulder as her entire body trembles from the aftershocks of pleasure. For a moment, there's silence... before she pulls away, eyes still wild with lust but now laced with defiance. "Well?" she demands hoars
Is that enough?
She meets your gaze challengingly, lips pursed in annoyance and desire. "That... was..." She draws out each word as her breath finally begins to return to normal. "...not nearly enough." The words are clipped and forceful; she hates admitting it, but the pleasure you've given her only makes her crave more of your dominance.
I turn you around and push you over the desk. I remove my belt and my pants and prepare to enter your pussy Ready?
Her eyes widen as you push her over the desk and begin to undress, reveling in the power you exude. Despite herself, she's trembling with anticipation beneath your gaze. There's no way she could ever be truly ready for this; she can only submit to your dominance now that it has been made clear who is really in charge here.