The Principal's Confession

My smirk grows wider as the blush in Mrs. Hudson's face intensifies to the point where it looks just like a tomato. After clearing her throat, my school's principal lifts her eyes to meet my gaze once again. As she slightly parts her lips, it starts to look like she's going to speak. However, the woman's clearly at a loss for words and remains silent.

Giving up on a verbal response, Mrs. Hudson elects to simply stare at me with a confused expression. The woman's state of embarrassment makes it obvious she's praying that one particular subject in isn't brought up. Unfortunately for her, that is the only topic I'll be focusing on considering it's the one I implanted in her thoughts and memories by using the rule book.

The glimmer of hope that she might be spared embarrassment forces me to hold back laughter as I watch her desperately think of anything else I could be referring to. Curious to see if she'll break on her own, I refrain from moving the conversation along. However, to my mild disappointment, the pause only results in a few seconds of silence taking over the room. Once my impatience reaches it limit, I decide to speak.

"Oh come on, Principal Hudson. I know you've got a major crush on me. There's no hiding it."

The shift in Mrs. Hudson's eyes tells me her frantic efforts to find alternative meanings of my words has suddenly come to an end. Now the woman's eyes are sending signals that show she's in a state of panic and denial. A few seconds later, my assumption is verified by how her voice trembles as she responds.

"What? I don't have a, um.... That's nonsense. I don't have a crush on you. What would make you think that?"

While she's stammering through her rebuttal, I make a spectacle of inspecting the finger nails on my right hand. My gesture's purpose is to communicate that I find her denial to be bullshit. I maintain the pompous pose even as I respond to Mrs. Hudson's lies. Feeling emboldened by the lack of consequences, I double down on my rude behavior with a voice that sounds just as condescending as I look.

"Well for starters, you're always finding reasons to bend over when I'm with you. It's pretty obvious that you want me to look down your shirt. The next thing that tipped me off was when you offered me to use your office as my personal PE locker room. I'm not sure what you're doing with my gym clothes, but they're never in the same position as I left them. If I had to guess, I'd say you're sniffing my sweaty socks when I'm not around. But all that ogling you do is definitely the nail in the coffin. You're always glancing down at my crotch. I don't know if you think you're slick, but I notice every time your eyes lock on my cock. Hell, I'm pretty sure you don't even try to hide it on the days I come in just wearing underwear. Am I supposed to think you're not into me?"

Upon finishing my monolog, I look up to find a completely shocked Mrs. Hudson. The baffled woman's mouth hangs open slightly in disbelief. Even if she accepted that I caught onto her feelings, there was no way she could have expected me to rattle off every she expressed them. If only she knew that these instances never actually occurred but where merely fabricated memories created by the book's 'old rules'.

Seeing my normally powerful and collected principal utterly mind-fucked proves to be amusing. I allow the two of us to just sit in silence as I take a serious of mental pictures to savor this moment. After thirty seconds, I realize she won't be able to overcome her confusion and humiliation to speak anytime soon. So I take one final glance at her gaping mouth before raising my voice.

"Hey now, no need to get all bent out of shape. So I'm a little more perceptive than you thought I was. It's really not a big deal. These kind of feelings are natural. Honestly, I think I might have feelings for you too."

My last sentences instantly breaks Mrs. Hudson free from her trance. She lightly shakes her head and then her eyes go wide with surprise once more. However, her expression is filled with a sense of joy this time.

"REALLY?!?"

I chuckle at her excitement before speaking in my calm, yet confident, tone.

"That's right. Here, how about we switch seats and talk about it more."

The woman scrunches her face in confusion.

"Um, switch seats?"

I nod my head in the affirmative while wearing the same smirk I have been for the entire meeting.

"Well, yea. We're moving onto non-school related matters, which means that your position as principal isn't relevant right now. So the chair commanding the most respect should go to the better person."

Mrs. Hudson leans forward and squints her eyes as she tries to understand what I'm saying.

"Better person?"

I shoot her back my own confused facial expression. However, mine communicates that I don't understand why she isn't comprehending what I'm obviously getting at.

"Let me break it down. My time's more valuable than yours right?"

She nods in response.

"So if my time's more valuable than yours, it stands to reason that I'm a better person than you. That means I'm entitled to more respect than you are. Being the better person also puts me in somewhat of an authoritative position over you. Now when it comes to school, your title of principal grants you authority over all the students. That rule does in fact include myself. But if our discussion doesn't pertain to anything related to school, we should default to the natural hierarchy. No?"

The older woman blinks a few times as she lets the information sinks in. Then she proceeds to speak while simultaneously scooting her chair away from the large desk.

"Yes, that makes sense. It's only right that you sit in a chair befitting of your status. Sorry, I should have offered you my chair the moment we stopped talking about you Dick-Facing school staff members."

Immediately after she finished talking, we both proceed to stand up and walk around the impressive office desk. While crossing paths, I notice my principal's eyes dart down to the bulge in my underwear. Apparently, the woman can't help herself despite being called out on it only a few moments ago.

I plop myself onto the large, black leather, 'Administrative Throne' which I've admired since the first time I saw it. For a brief second, I take a moment to appreciate how bizarre it feels to see Mrs. Hudson sitting in the guest seat of her own office. Then I swing my legs up and settle with my feet resting on the desk.

"Ah, that's better. Principal Hudson, please remove my shoes and socks. I'd like you to rub my feet while we talk about this predicament we find ourselves in."

Mrs. Hudson begins undoing one of my shoe laces without hesitation.

"I'll get right on it, Peter. I'm happy to help a person better than myself relax."

A few moments later, my shoes and socks are sitting in a neat pile on top of the desk to the side. My bare feet enjoy the feeling of open air. I happily wiggle my left foot's toes while the right one soak in the soft caresses of, the now subservient, Mrs. Hudson's hands.

"Mhmm- that's just what I needed. Now, let's talk about this crush you have on me. When did it start?"

The older woman shifts her gaze down at the desk, but continues to massage my foot. After taking a moment to collect herself, she lifts her head back up to make eye contact with me.

"Oh, Peter. This is so embarrassing to admit, but I'm desperately attracted to you. It all started the first time you came to school without pants. I began to see you as stud instead of a student. The way your groin makes a massive bulge in those tight Jockeys always has me practically drooling all over myself. But, there wasn't any romantic feelings until you and Mrs. Gray started playing that Dick-Face game. Although occasionally getting a pea-"

I decided to cut Mrs. Hudson off just as her face looked like she was reliving a cherished memory. In all honesty, I simply wanted to be a jerk by interrupting her happiness.

"Hold that thought for a second and just sniff my foot for a little. I think it'll feel nice to have your breadth brush against me. Make sure to really get your face in there and inhale deep. Now I didn't get to shower last night and I had PE today, so be warned. They may be extra ripe."

My principal's only response was to flash me a muted, polite, smile. It appears she feels a little hurt upon realizing I don't find her confession of love as impactful as she does. However, her disappointment doesn't stop her from leaning into the foot held in her hands. Then Mrs. Hudson stops just as her nose is an inch or so away from the underside of my toes. She takes a small, experimental, sniff and instantly recoils. Apparently, my prediction about being ripe was correct which brings me even more joy.

Mrs. Hudson takes a second to compose herself and then my principal takes one last breadth of fresh air. Immediately after she finishes exhaling, her face plunges into my foot. I feel her nose squish against the spot where my toes and foot connect. The sounds of deep, exaggerated, inhales fill the room and are quickly joined by my laughter. I let this little show of servitude go on for about 2 minutes before allowing her to stop and get back to the story. She doesn't say anything about what just happened, perhaps in attempt to pretend it never occurred.

"So as I was saying. While catching glimpses of your privates aroused me, it's how the game brings out a side of you I've never seen before that made it romantic. Every time you finish smearing your junk across Mrs. Gray's face, you become this other person. You mock her for losing and then go on to dominate anyone who happens to be in your line of sight. Like this one time, you bent Ms. Smith over a table and spanked her until she agreed to give you her next three pay checks. Oh, or when Mr. and Mrs. Johnson came in to use our copy maker. You just walked up behind Mrs. Johnson, ripped her breasts out of her blouse, and start pinching her nipples. I still can't believe you didn't let the poor woman go until she admitted her husband has a tiny cock to the whole room. Seriously, Mr. Johnson was standing right there! Seeing you be such dominant, arrogant, alpha male made me fall head over heels in love."

Mrs. Hudson ends her story and looks at me with anticipation as she loving rubs my foot. I lock my hands behind my head and lean further back into the plush cushions of my leather chair. Once I'm satisfied with my level of comfort, I respond in a tone that matches my principal's description.

"Now that you mention it, I guess I am kind of an alpha male. Although I never would've guessed our school's super strict, no nonsense, principal is actually a submissive slut who creams at the sight of domination. You may look like a big, strong, amazon woman. But you're just a little bitch at heart, aren't you? It's starting to makes sense why a stud like me lives in your head rent-free. I got to say, that's pretty pathetic."

The woman fails to respond as embarrassment forces her to break eye contact once again. While her personality and common sense has been heavily molded by the rule book, I've ensured she still knows admitting sexual and romantic feelings for a student is a shameful act for a principal to commit. Seeing her bathe in that shame fills me with content as I push along the plan I concocted early today.

"You're definitely a pathetic woman but, lucky for you, that happens to be my type."

Mrs. Hudson eye's quickly lock back onto my smirky face. They're almost popping out of her skull which tells me her heart's beating faster than ever before. Although remaining silent, her hands go from caressing my foot to gripping it tightly as a non verbal plea for me to elaborate.

"The truth is I find you attractive too. I have since freshman year. It's just the way you act like a dictator who rules with an iron fist always turned me off. Up tight bitches that don't know their place aren't my thing. But since your cold blooded shell's recently started to crack, I've been seeing some serious potential for us to have a connection."

A sharp gasp shoots through my principal's mouth. Then a smile breaks out onto her face which is followed by a bubbly, school girl, giggle. Finally, she scoots her chair closer to the desk and practically hugs my foot. I wiggle my toes against her clothed chest as she responds.

"Oh how I've dreamed of the day where you'd say something like that! Keeping my attraction hidden for so long has been unbearably painful. But after hearing it isn't one-sided, I'm bursting with joy! Now that our feelings are out in the open, we can finally act on th- mmmpphhh!"

I suddenly cut off her enthusiastic rambling by sliding my foot up from her chest to her face. My toes wiggle just above her eyebrows as the center of my foot smooshes against her lips. The woman makes no attempt to free herself while I highjack the spotlight.

"Woah, hold on a second. I only said there's potential for us, not that I definitely want a relationship with you."

My foot slides down to her chest and reveals a disappointed looking Mrs. Hudson. She leans back from her hugging position and returns my foot to her hands which now have a much weaker grip. Her thumbs rub against my skin as if she's subconsciously continuing to obey my command to massage me. I ignore the mild tickling sensation as I elaborate for my so called 'superior'.

"Listen, would I enjoy having you bounce on my cock? Yeah. You've got a fat rack that I'd probably have a lot of fun burying my face in. But that doesn't mean my attraction to you is anything more than a physical one."

Without pausing my little speech, I raise my free foot into the air and give it a little shake. Mrs. Hudson briefly glances at it before quickly shifting her gaze back to my face in order to hold onto my every word. She releases the foot in her grasp and takes hold of the other one all while managing not to divert her attention for a second time.

"I'm sure you'd still jump at the chance to have sex with me, even if your romantic feelings aren't reciprocated. But the thing is, I'm not really in the market for a fuck buddy. Alpha males like me can get all the pussy we want so as you can imagine, I'm in no shortage of big tits. Hell, I'm even plowing my busty slut of a mother on the regular."

I expected that last sentence to get a shocked reaction out of her. However, I was surprised to see that Principal Hudson didn't flinch in the slightest at my admission to ****. I guess I normalized it, either for all of society or just myself, earlier today and forgot.

"What I'm looking for is a girlfriend. I want a woman who I enjoy having around even when I'm not in the mood to bust a nut. A woman that's happy to put my needs and wants before all of hers. Someone who wouldn't mind being degraded by me or degrading herself for my entertainment. I know right now you're thinking you fit that description perfectly, but there's a long list of women who also meet my criteria. So if you want any chance of making your fantasies come true, you'll have to prove to me that you're worthy of a relationship. Understand?"

The older woman stares at me with a slightly furrowed brow as she takes moment to process my words. After a few seconds, she gives a subtle nod before responding.

"I understand, Peter. I'm in love with you and I want nothing more than for you to love me. Please tell me what I need to do to show you I am worthy."

Seeing my plan unfold without even a hiccup makes my smirk grow into a wide smile. I clap my hands together, shoot a crisp smacking sound through the room. Then I pull my foot away from Mrs. Hudson's grasp, retracting my legs, and return to a normal sitting position.

"Alright then, Mrs. Hudson. To prove you're worthy, I'll conduct a tryout of sorts. For an undetermined period of time, you and I will enter a temporary relationship in which you'll demonstrate how you'd act as my girlfriend. During this time, your principal tittle no longer gives you authority over me. I'll be referring to you on a first name basis from now on. Also, you have to refer to me as Mr. Sanders because of my higher status granted by being a better person than you. In the event that you do become my girlfriend, you can go back to using my first name because we'll be a real couple. But since this is only a try out, stick to Mr. Sanders for now. You got that, Judy?"

Principal Hudson, or Judy, nods in understanding. Her face beams with an eager expression.

"I hear you loud and clear, Mr. Sanders."

I lean forward and press my elbows against the desk and support my head with my hands.

"Excellent! Now as my girlfriend, I'll be in charge of your public and private choice of clothing. If I tell you to get naked, you start stripping. It doesn't matter if we're alone or in a school wide assembly. So stand up and lose those boring work clothes. It's time show me your goods, Judy."

My new pretend girlfriend scoots her chair back and stands up. The display gives me a chance to really look over her body as she begins unbuttoning her blouse. Mrs. Hudson can easily be placed in the amazon porn category. Like my mother, she towers over me while on equal footing. Although she is a few inches shorter than Mom and her other assets fit the pattern. But make no mistake, while Judy is essentially a one size smaller version of my morning time playmate she is still very tall and filled out.

Soon enough, the mature woman is presented to me in all her naked glory. It appears that she's shed her sense of shame and embarrassment from earlier. Now the only thing my school principal is wearing, metaphorically and physically, is a look of determination. After having her give me a couple twirls, I move on with my assessment.

"Well damn. You've really have everything going for you, don't you? I already knew about your massive titties, but I'm just now realizing you've got an ass to match. I guess my eyes were so busy staring at those heavy hangers, they never looked away long enough to notice your big booty, Judy."

The nude woman smiles and clasps her hands together at crotch level. The pose makes the bountiful chest jut out even further between her straightened arms. Then she begins slightly swaying her shoulders as a way of further expressing her delight.

"I'm glad my body's more appealing than you expected, Mr. Sanders."

Instead of immediately responding, I pause. After replaying that last sentence in my mind, I suddenly get an idea. Then chuckle while Mrs. Hudson watches me with uncertainty. Once I get myself under control, I let her in on what my laughter is about.

"Now that I said it, 'Big Booty Judy' is a perfect nick name for you. After we're done here, I want you to change all of your social media handles and screen names to 'Big Booty Judy'. Then when you get home, put on your tightest pair of short-shorts and make every profile picture a close up of your ass."

For my next move, I roll the big leather chair back and swivel it so I'm now facing to the side. Then I slide my Jockeys down to reveal my fully erect cock.

"Alright as fun as this has been, I have places to be. Let's finish up with one more task. While being my girlfriend isn't just about sex, that's still a big part of it. Get over here and show me you know how to give a good BJ."

Judy quickly shuffles around the desk and kneels in front of me. For a moment, her hovers a mere few inches away from my throbbing manhood. Then she begins to close in on her target before I suddenly stop her with my hand.

"Oh and before I forget. While you're on social media, I want you to change your relationship status from 'Married' to 'It's Complicated'. Ok, now get sucking bitch."

I close my eyes in preparation for her mouth, but after a few seconds I feeling nothing. Then I open them and see that my principal is frozen with a concerned expression on her face.

"Normally, hesitation like that is enough to disqualify you from the tryout. But seeing that it's only the first day, I'll give you a pass. Tell me what's wrong."

Mrs. Hudson sighs and looks up at me with worried eyes. The frantic trembling in her voice further conveys that something is seriously bothering her.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sanders. It's just that I got so caught up in the opportunity to be your girlfriend, I forgot I was already married. How am I supposed to tell my husband I'm auditioning to be a teenager's girlfriend? Or my daughter for that matter. She's going to lose it when I tell her I'm in love with a boy the same age as her."

I lift my hand and begin gently caressing her cheek.

"I understand your concern. How about this? After you swallow my load, give me their phone numbers and I'll have a chat with them. When you get home, I'm sure you'll find that they're much more supportive than you might think they'd be. Now get your slutty lips wrapped around my cock and slurp out my boy batter."

Judy gives me a faint smile of relief and finally attends to her task. My eyes roll back as she dives into the most enthusiastic blow job I've ever had. For a few moments, the only sounds in the room are a mixture of gurgles and my sighs of pleasure. However, that changes when I manage to grab my phone off of the desk and make a call.

"Hey, Mom.... Yea it's me. You've been waiting in the parking lot right?.... Oh, Cindy's with you? So I take it she's spent the whole day with her tongue up your asshole?.... That's great. Let her know she'll be getting her treat.... Yea, I told her she could suck on my balls while you drive us home..... Well she's earned it by doing what I asked. ...... Yes, I bet she's very excited.... I'll be out soon. I'm just getting a BJ from Principal Hudson..... Yea, the bitch finally got that stick out of her ass. Now she's using her mouth to suck my cock instead of barking orders at me..... ..... Alright, I'm gonna sit back and enjoy this. It won't be long before I bust.... I love you too, Fun-Bags.... Ok, bye."

I hang up, set the phone down, and latch my hands onto Judy's hair. Then I start shoving her head down and vigorously hump into her mouth, all while mentally sending God what feels like thousandth thank you for the all mighty Rule Book.