You snap out of your conditioned obedience to authority figures. You remind yourself of the scene Miss Stoller was providing you with earlier, leaning back in her office chair, legs widespread, holding her pussy lips apart while she stroked her engorged clit, her face distorted with fire-red lipstick and heavy eye makeup that sent the message, "I'm a wanton slut that obviously needs fucking badly!" The memory of the digital camera in your pocket is also a comfort.
Calmly, you reply, "Why, yes, Miss Stoller, you hot bitch, I am a 'fucker' every time I get a chance; but I'm not little."
Flustered, she snaps, "What are you talking about, boy?"
"I'm talking about this!" You pull your hardened cock out of your pants with a flourish calculated to make it seem as large as possible. "Now, a couple of minutes ago there was a hot slut in this chair, her face made up like the whore she obviously is; and she was playing with herself while she screamed, 'Oh, , fuck me hard... fuck my wet cunt with your big shaft, you sexy boy... Do you like the way my virgin pussy feels, ?... Your big cock makes it hurt so good... I want it...' Well, this cock is ready to fuck that hot little slut, and she obviously needs it badly!"
Slowly, you approach her desk, cock aimed at her lipsticked mouth. "I don't see a principal in this office. I see a greedy little whore who needs cock, MY cock, and will do anything she has to in order to get it." |