A Higher Authority

The young man glanced over his shoulder, fear curdling in his stomach, at the door. Sure, he had wanted a fuck, and Ms. Gomez had been wonderfully willing, but Francis didn’t want to be kicked out of school. His old man would kill him for screwing up!

The young man shook, his eyes wide, as the principal, Ms. Victoria Regina herself, walked in, a stern scowl over her pretty face. His thick cock twitched – was there a woman he didn’t want to fuck in the school? – over the contented Spanish teacher laying back on her desk and drawing her fingers through the sticky rivulets adorning her large breasts.

“Step away from her,” the principal growled, closing the door behind her. Gulping, Francis nervously stepped aside giving the tall, blonde-haired woman an ample view of Ms. Gomez. She looked down on the Costa Rican, her scowl deepening, and turned to face the young man.

“You are –, “ she cut off abruptly, her blue eyes drawn to his engorged member waving in the air. Her thin eyebrows rose and jaw fell, her gaze flickering between his face and cock.

“One lucky bastard,” Principal Regina finished, sliding to her knees, and, with a tentative lick of his bulbous head and a little moan, slipped her red lips around his turgid meat. The aroma of the Spanish teacher’s spent pussy filled her nose, eliciting a pleased purr.

The shocked stare on the young man’s face slowly drew into a satisfied smirk. What a day Francis was having! The nineteen year old was pleased. He looked down at his blonde-haired principal taking as much cock into her mouth as possible – she had yet to draw in six inches of his length – stroking his spittle-soaked girth in one fine-fingered hand and the other slipped beneath her black slacks frigging her clit.