The Principal’s Desk: Authority’s Turn

The curse’s pull was relentless, dragging you down the hall toward the principal’s office. Your thighs rubbed together with every step, the friction sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through you. The cum from the classroom gangbang leaked down your legs, staining the inside of your skirt. Your pussy throbbed, swollen and sore, your cervix still slightly open as if begging for more.

Isaac walked beside you, his hand gripping your wrist like a leash. His cock was already hard again, straining against his jeans, his resolve crumbling under the curse’s relentless pull.

“Let’s see how the principal handles you,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

The Principal’s Office

The door to the principal’s office loomed ahead, its polished wood gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Isaac shoved you inside, your knees hitting the carpet with a loud thud. The principal, Mr. Grayson, looked up from his desk, his eyes widening as he took in your disheveled state.

“What’s going on here?” he demanded, standing up.

Isaac yanked up your skirt, exposing your cum-stuffed cunt to the room. “She’s begging for it,” he growled, his voice dark. “Thought you might want a turn.”

Mr. Grayson hesitated, his face red with a mix of anger and arousal. But the curse’s influence was too strong. His cock hardened visibly under his slacks, his hands trembling as he unbuckled his belt.

“On the desk,” he ordered, his voice rough.

You obeyed, your body moving on its own, your pussy dripping as you bent over the polished wood. Mr. Grayson’s cock speared your cum-stuffed cunt, the stretch brutal, your cervix battered by his thrusts. The curse wanted this—your body burned, your walls fluttering, greedily milking his shaft.

“Scream,” Isaac demanded, his hand fisting your hair. “Let him hear how much you love it.”

You obeyed, your cries echoing off the walls, your cunt clenching around Mr. Grayson’s cock as another orgasm ripped through you. He came with a roar, his cum erupting in hot, sticky jets directly into your womb.

The Authority’s Fuck

Mr. Grayson wasn’t done. He flipped you onto your back, your legs spread wide, and shoved his cock into your ass without warning. The stretch was agonizing, your tight hole protesting as he bottomed out.

“Discipline is important,” he growled, his hands pinning your wrists to the desk. “And you, young lady, need to be taught a lesson.”

Isaac watched from the corner, his cock in his hand, his smirk dark. “You’re mine,” he growled. “No matter what.”

Mr. Grayson’s thrusts grew rougher, his cock pistoning your ass, his balls slapping against your cum-stuffed cunt. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, your body betraying you as another orgasm ripped through you.

“Gonna cum,” Mr. Grayson warned, his voice a feral snarl. “Gonna flood that slutty ass.”

“Yes!” you screamed, your orgasm detonating. Your ass clenched around him, milking his cock, as Mr. Grayson’s cum erupted inside you. You collapsed against the desk, his knotting pulse locking you together, ensuring every drop stayed lodged inside.

The Aftermath

Mr. Grayson pulled out, his cum leaking from your ruined ass, pooling on the desk beneath you. Your stomach bulged faintly, bloated and full, the curse’s timer now a taunting 18 hours left.

Isaac stepped forward, his cock already hardening again. “Guess it’s my turn,” he sneered, pinning you to the desk.