Kill some time

Moving to the left, away the Headmistress's office you wander through the halls into what is clearly a part of the building set aside for classrooms. Although the rooms have old fashioned tables for the students and hundred-year old wood paneling along the walls, the front of the rooms have all the latest in teaching tools, smartboards, computers and large-screen projectors it was an impressive set of tools for teachers. It was not unlike the facilities at Camp Pendleton when you taught there.

You stop outside the last classroom in the hall, as the murmur of muttered voices comes through the slightly open door.

You stand in the doorway, surprised and amused at what you see. A girl sits on the teacher's desk, her leggings pulled down to her knees, her creamy thighs spread wide. Her hand is buried between them, her fingers rubbing and probing her pussy as she throws her head back moaning softly, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Yes....yes...." she moans. "I need it....oh I need it...." She humps her hips against her hand, biting her lip as she pleasures herself. She tosses her head, her long blonde hair flicking from side to side. Her other hand strokes up her body, squeezing one breast that is popping out from her unbuttoned white blouse.

"You're a dirty slut...." she growls in a slightly deeper voice. "You love it you little bitch....you're gonna take my cock..."

"Mmmmmm.....oh god yes....." she answers herself in a more feminine voice, her fingers impaling her wet folds with greater speed.

"Fuck my cock you whore....fuck it hard..." She grunts as her hips pump in rhythm with her fingers, her other hand kneading and caressing her breasts.

"Oh yess......yessssss.....use me....take me....make me your bitch....." she groans, her mouth gasping.

This was precisely the behavior you had been warned about, and in spite of your best efforts your cock stiffened immediately in your jeans. You recalled the awkward conversation you had with Senator Williams as he described how out of control some of the students were in the once refined school and began a warning about not getting involved with the students.

"Hawk, you've got to remember that these are the daughters of some of the most powerful men in the country." You remember taking another sip of that smooth bourbon knowing exactly where this was going as he explained that most of these young women were going to be married to politicians, ambassadors, business tycoons and the families of the armed forces highest officers. Not someone like you.

"I know, I know," you recall telling him, "keep my dick in your pants, right Sir?"

"Oh, I don't think anyone gives a damn about who you fuck Hawk." He told you with a laugh, "No one expects to be bedding a virgin on his wedding night anymore, but you can't fall for any of these girls, and more importantly you can't let any of them fall for you."

"Are you telling me it's OK for me to fuck my way through this whole damn school as long as none of them want me to propose to them?" The Colonel gave a shrug of his broad shoulders.

"It might even do some of those spoiled brats some good to have a good fuck, Kyle." He told you without the slightest hint of shame. "In fact, the more I think about it, the more I wonder if it would do the Rose a whole lot of good if some of those teachers got laid once in a while too."

As you watch the blonde with her plaid skirt pulled up around her waist and her fingers pistoning in and out of her sex, you wonder if he was right about that. On the desk in front of you the young woman's head tilts back and her voice drops once again to her best imitation of a man's.

"Take it...take my cock....take it all you fucking whore..." she growls.

"Mmmmm....yesssss.....so deep.....oh so deep.....take me....take your little blonde whore....." she moans in reply to herself. Her words reminding you exactly what the Senator said at the end of that awkward conversation.

"The thing is Kyle, alumna of the Pink Rose are valued for their discretion." He finished the last of his drink and put the rocks glass down on his desk just a little too hard. "No man objects to having a wild ride in his bed, but on the other hand he doesn't want to be marrying a whore. I want you to show those young women what a real man expects from a young lady, both in and out of your bed."