Go to your office, Michelle close behind.

Michelle winks at you, making your heart beat faster, and says, "Go back to your office. Don't touch yourself until I get there, save it all for me!" She slaps your ass to send you on you way, but the other students are too engrossed in watching Jenny's spanking to notice.

You go back to your office with a hard-on so stiff that it is hard to walk. You desperately want to jerk off to Michelle, but she told you not to, and you could never disobey her. You go through her school records and changing all her grades to As. You try to distract yourself by doing some actual principal work, but the first thing you find is the first draft of the yearbook, which needs your approval. Within fifteen minutes, you're calling the yearbook staff out of class so you can forcefully explain to them that they need to add a lot more pictures of Michelle.

With no real idea how to do the job, you wish for Amina to make it so that the vice-principal does all your work. You spend the next half hour staring at the few pictures of Michelle that were in the draft of the yearbook. Then your office door opens up, and the real thing walks through, reminding you that a picture couldn't do your goddess justice.

"Michelle! You're back!"

She closes the door and puts her finger to her perfect lips. "Ssshhh! You don't want people to hear you lusting after me. That wouldn't be professional!"

Michelle has a way of walking flirtatiously. Her hips sway a little extra and her fingers trail over things on your desk. She picks up your nameplate and walks around to your side of the desk. You have to roll your chair backward a little to make room for her as she hops up on your desk and sits on the edge, facing you. She looks down at the very obvious tent in your pants and smiles. Then she reaches out with the nameplate and starts lightly stroking your cock through your pants. You fail to completely contain a moan at the sensation.

"I got bored in Math class, so I started making out with Sara Conroy. It wasn't as good as making out with a boy, but there aren't a lot of options around here." She playfully pokes your cock with the nameplate, making you moan again. "The teacher caught us, and for some reason, she totally blamed me for it. Oh wait, she just gave us a warning, it was when I started making out with Letisha Johnson that she blamed me. Anyway, yadda yadda, here I am in your office again! But... maybe that's what I wanted."

Right when you're about to cum, Michelle takes away the nameplate and puts it back on your desk. She puts her arms over her head and stretches with a fake yawn, thrusting out her stacked chest. She holds that pose for a long time, twisting at the waist to wag her large breasts in front of you. By the time she puts her arms down, you're practically drooling.

"You know," says Michelle, "I was just thinking that it's really unfair that our school can't have a homecoming queen. I mean, yeah, we don't have dances because we're an all girl school, but does it make sense that the other students can't vote for me to be their queen?"

"Absolutely not!" you agree.

She crosses her legs in front of you, her delicate hands running up and down her thighs. "I think we should have an election for school queen! Plus, we can make voting more fun by making the students work for it. Each vote costs 25 cents, and the winner gets all the money. Isn't that a great idea, Principal Williams?!"

"Yes, that's a fucking great idea!" you say.

The bell rings, and Michelle turns around to look towards the hall. As she does, her legs uncross, and she unconsciously (consciously?) opens her legs enough to let you see up her skirt to her crotch. The thong that was there last time is gone now. You see straight to her bare pussy.

You cum in your pants for the second time today.

Michelle turns back around and notices the stain on your trousers. She smiles and says, "Well, that's all I wanted. Bye, Principal Williams!"

She hops off the desk and leaves. As overworked as your dick is, it still twitches a little watching her ass swing out the door.