Her still-sticky hand slipped over the crotch of his trousers, feeling his erection. He was hard, and had probably been that way since Mr. Ryan came into his office.
"Come on, Mr. Principal." Lindsey turned and bent over his desk, lifting her ass in the air. "You know I deserve it."
"Please!" Mr. Miller stood, glancing out the window and turning the blinds closed.
He passed the door and pushed the button on it, locking it. She smiled, resting her cheek on his blotter with a happy sigh. "You really…need to stop. You are going to get in trouble with more than just me, one of these days."
"I can only hope." She felt his hand moving over the satiny softness of her shorts as he stepped in behind her. Closing her eyes, she spread her thighs a little wider, her
pussy aching. She could barely wait for him to touch her-but it didn't take long. He yanked her shorts down to her knees, his hand coming down hard against her behind.
"What were you looking at while you were touching yourself, Lindsey?" His hand met her ass again and she whimpered and sighed.
"Nice big fat cocks." She arched, lifting her ass up for him.
"You're so bad." He smacked her again and she gasped, feeling his fingers probing her slit. "My god…you're soaking wet!"
"Can't help it." She tried to squeeze his fingers, pull them deeper inside of her. "I soooo want to be fucked."
"Do you?" His fingers slid in deeper and she moaned softly. "You want a big, fat cock shoved up here?"
"Yes." Lindsey shivered, her nipples hard against the desk. "But yours will have to do today."
"You little bitch!" His hand came down so hard on her ass that she yelped, tears stinging her eyes. She heard him unzipping, adjusting as he slipped the head of his cock between her swollen lips. He grabbed her hips, sinking himself deep into her pussy. Biting her lip, she tried not to smile in triumph and hid her face in her arms, whimpering instead.
"Mr. Miller!" Her pussy throbbed around his dick-god she wanted something bigger. She hadn't been kidding. He was average, and all right, but her pussy wanted so much more! What he lacked in size he was just going to have to make up in roughness.
"Let's see how you like that," he growled, thrusting hard into her-but nowhere near hard enough. Lindsey slid her hand between her legs, finding the aching button of
her clit. One finger, back and forth, as he fucked her. That was good. Oh yes, that was very good. She shivered, her face flushing with pleasure.
"Is that all you got, Mr. Miller?" She taunted him as he rocked into her, grunting.
"You little slut," he whispered, his fingers gripping her slender hips.
"Am I?"
He drove forward hard, slamming her into the desk. "You nasty, dirty, fucking little whore!"
"Oooo yeah." Lindsey panted, squirming to keep her hand down between her thighs, rubbing her clit. "You tell me, Mr. Miller. You make that bad girl learn her lesson."
"Fuck!" He groaned, slamming into her harder, the slick slap of their flesh filling the room. Lindsey smiled dreamily, wondering if the secretary could hear them.
"That's right, Principal Miller." She closed her eyes, panting, her finger pushing her clit closer and closer toward climax. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Can you fuck me harder, old man?"
"Goddamnit!" He slammed into her, fucking her forward on the desk. His hand came down over her ass, slapping her hard. "Shut up you little whore!"
"Yeah!" Lindsey wiggled under the weight and thrust of him. "You tell that bad girl!"
"I said…" He smacked her ass again. "Keep…" SMACK "Your…" SMACK
"Mouth…" SMACK "Shut!" SMACK
"Make me!" She gasped, grabbing the edge of his desk to keep from slipping as he pounded into her.
"I'll make you, all right." He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back as he sat in his desk chair, keeping her seated right on his cock as he yanked her into his lap. He ground his hips up into her flesh, making her grip the sides of his chair. His fist tightened in her hair and he shoved her off his lap onto the floor. Tears sprung to her eyes as he jerked her head forward by her hair, forcing her lips to his cock. "Let's keep that nasty little mouth busy, what do you say?"
She didn't say anything-just tucked her gum to the side, took his cock between her lips, and sucked, slipping her fingers down to rub her clit while she did. He groaned, thrusting deep into her throat. He was nowhere too big to handle-the perfect suckable size, really-and she devoured him, her throat working, tears still leaking out of the corners of her bleary eyes.
"You're gonna swallow my cum, you fucking little slut!"
Her pussy throbbed at his words and she shoved her fingers up inside, fucking herself as she let him use her mouth. She was so close, and the feel of him swelling, the low grunting noises he made as he arched into her throat, pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
