He's Brad's servent

Taking her cue, Mrs. De León grins. "That's right, you're going to be shadowing Brad so he can keep an eye on you. We're changing your schedule to match his. Every class, at lunch... You don't piss when he's not going to the bathroom. You're his little bitch boy from now on. You do everything he says, as long as you're at school."

Chad can't believe he's hearing those words come from his principal. "But we're in different classes!" he protested. "We have different requirements. I won't be able to graduate!"

"Then I guess you'll just have to take summer school," she says.

"If I let him," Brad added, in a warning tone.

"Right, sorry. If you let him."

Chad hangs his head in defeat. "So do I have to stay here while you two finish?"

"I said everywhere, idiot," she snarls. "Brad, I'm getting kind of tired, do you mind if we change positions?"

"Yes I do. I want you to look at him. You know that little creep's gotten off thinking about you. Now's his chance to see what you look like taking a real dick."

"No I haven't... Every guy's done that! Hasn't she been dressing like a slutty secretary to get your attention? Did she bleach her hair and get rid of all of her bras?"

Brad looks down at her and doesn't notice as she suddenly has a garter belt on, clasped to fishnet stockings. Her clothes crumpled at their feet get smaller and tighter, and her hair ties up in a loose, curly bun. "Is that what you've been doing?" he laughs. "That's fucking adorable. I bet you've been driving your husband nuts."

Chad adds, "hasn't she convinced him that she's doing it for him? Doesn't she feel guilty for lying to him about how horny she is for one of her students?"

Brad looks annoyed. "How the fuck should I know?"

Whoops, he's going to have to be more careful how he asks things like that. He stood, awkwardly, watching Brad give the MILF principal the time of her life. She lifted up her chest, letting her wonderful tits hang free. The sight of them would have been the highlight of his year just yesterday, and today they're still a sight to behold. Brad slams into her enough to make the heavy wooden desk squeak forward.

Brad is content at this point to absorb himself in his activity with no care for his victim, standing there watching. Why should he? What's the loser going to do about it. No, it's more fun if he can see what makes Brad better than everyone else. He only wishes there were witnesses when he came into the office to see the principal dressed like a whore, with her big tits almost falling out of her shirt, nipples poking through the fabric. It's a shame no one could see how all it took was him telling her to take off her clothes for her to go weak at the knees, or how she almost came when he slapped her face for questioning him. Honestly, though, he's getting a little bored of her, so it's probably time to cum. If she's so devoted to her husband, it'll be funny to see her explain her sticky chest to him.

"Get on your knees," Brad commanded. "Tits together."

Chad leans in to get a better view of the other side of the desk when Brad's dick starts spraying. "Oh my god, do you cum gallons every time?" he asks. The bully's dick keeps spraying for a solid minute, drenching the principal like she'd had pudding dumped on her. "Is the taste and scent and feeling of it the most erotic thing in the world to women?"

Mrs. De León rubs the white goop into her skin, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. With a hand covered in it, she plays with her pussy, maximizing contact with the stuff.

Brad grins at Chad. "That's a stupid fucking question. Look at her. She's going to be doing that for an hour. C'mon, we've got to get to class like the good little nerds we are." He finds his clothes and aggressively leads Chad out of the room, an arm around his shoulders. "Aren't you lucky we're going to be best buddies?"