Start with introductions

"Good morning, Ms. Farnsworth. I'm Riley Williams, the new principal. I just wanted to meet with you before the full staff meeting." You extend your hand to her, which she grasps firmly, but not too firmly. She sits in the chair across the desk from you. You sit as well.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Williams."

"Please call me Riley. I see your role as my vice principal including a lot of tasks you're probably not used to doing for the principal. First of all, I'd like you to be in charge of discipline, keeping the girls in line."

Sandra's eyes go wide and she grins for a second, before she recovers her composure and makes her expression neutral. "Some of them can get into a lot of trouble, sir."

"The most troublesome girls you'll have to bring to me. Perhaps we can discipline them together." You watch her closely. The administrator's breathing speeds up and her eyes dilate. You wish for her to feel very warm and remove her suit jacket.

Ms. Farnsworth waves her hand in front of her face. "Wow, it's gotten really warm in here. Do you mind if I take off my jacket, Riley?"

"Go right ahead and get comfortable, Sandra. May I call you 'Sandra'?"

As she starts taking the jacket off, she says, "You may call me 'Sandra'. That's fine."

With her jacket off, you can see that her nipples must be hard, since they are poking out in the thin blouse she has on underneath.

You want to have some fun, so you wish for her to be completely honest with you and that revealing her secrets to you makes her horny -- the bigger the secret, the hornier she gets.

"What techniques do you use for discipline, Sandra?" You lean on your desk with your hands clasped.

"Low level offenses are punished with detention. As the offenses get worse in nature, I, ... I sometimes make them strip their clothes off." Her breathing gets harder, which makes her tits push out her blouse more. "For the most serious infractions, take them to my office, tie them up with rope and beat them with a riding crop or spank them. Oh, dear!" She starts squirming in her chair.

"Is something the matter, Sandra?" You stand up and walk around the desk toward her. Your cock is hard in your pants, and the bulge is clearly visible. You stand right next to her with your straining pants just inches from the side of her face. She turns toward you and sees your hard-on.

"No, no, sir. I'm just getting very wet telling you these things." She's still telling the truth.

"That treatment sounds pretty harsh. Have none of the parents complained?"

"The girls are all here for having difficult personalities. Their parents just think the girls make this stuff up to get out of school."

"Very good, Sandra. What was the worst punishment you meted out?"

"One girl I hogtied naked, then I made her lick my pussy until I came, while I flogged her with the riding crop. She ended up liking being dominated so much, she would act out, hoping to get punished. Unh!" Sandra is sweating a little now and panting. Her eyes are glued to your crotch. "Can I ask you a personal question, Riley?"

"Why, of course, Sandra. Anything you want to ask."

"Does it turn you on to hear what I do to punish the girls?" She starts playing with the buttons on her blouse.

"Yes, it turns me on very much. Can I ask you a personal question, Ms. Farnsworth?"

She meets your eyes with a lusty gaze. "Yes, sir. Please."

"Do you get turned on telling me?"

"Yes, Riley. I do very much." You can practically see the flames in her eyes.

"What would you like to do about it, Sandra?"

Still looking up at you, she says, "Mr. Williams, would you like me to suck that fat cock in your pants? I haven't had a nice cock like that for awhile." She licks her lips.

"Doesn't Mr. Farnsworth let you give him blow jobs?" You remain calm and collected.

"Mr. Farnsworth doesn't have a big fatty like you do." She raises her hand and wiggles her pinky at you. "He does have luscious fat fingers to make me scream in the night, but sometimes you need some red meat in your diet."

"Giving me a blow job would be highly unprofessional. So would fucking you on my conference table."

"If I let you watch me punish the girls, can I have your dick?" She reaches out and strokes your stiffness through your pants. You stifle a moan.

"Sandra Farnsworth, you have a deal."

As the words leave your mouth, her hands are already dropping your zipper. She fishes out your shaft from your boxers and dives on the head, sucking hard. Now you moan out loud. Then she begins to lick from your balls to the tip, flicking around the Cyclopean eye. It goes back in her mouth and she swallows most of it in short order. You turn her chair so she's facing you and grab two fistfuls of hair on either side of her head. She moans around your meat, but never stops sucking or bobbing. With your handles, you start urging her faster and deeper in her blow job. You get no resistance to this and go a little quicker. Soon you are totally fucking your vice principal's face. Her moans get higher, and yours get lower.

Sandra takes you down to the root, gags slightly, and then readjusts the angle of your cock in her mouth. When she starts swallowing rapidly, squeezing your cock head in the back of her throat, you roar like a lion and pour thick, hot spunk down her throat. You pull hard on her hair as you shoot eight or ten times in her mouth. Both of your moans merge into a wild song of lust.

Finally, you are spent, and Sandra sucks your cock clean. You lean on the chair as your knees go weak. She sits back and starts unbuttoning her blouse. "Now are you going to fuck me or do I have to **** you?"

That was without a doubt the best blow job you've ever had. You love this job.