Try to get some action from Mrs. Davis, the Dean of Students.

Mrs. Elizabeth Davis was a hot young 27-year old woman who had married an old rich man past retirement. The old rich man was good friends with the headmaster, and well, now here she had the job. When I later asked, she revealed that her measurements were 38D-26-42. Big bust, big butt, small waist. She was a bit pale with long brown hair and bright blue eyes and beautiful lips. Really, she could have been a model.

I snuck over to the Administration Office, and peeked in through the window. Mrs. Davis was in her office, She was in a dark blue shirt and a long black skirt that went all the way down her legs. Her feet showed some stockings, though, and she was wearing high heels. Her secretary, Mr. Johnson, was typing at his desk in the room in front of that. Fucking hell, I needed to get by him. "You're warm. And tired. And a little horny. You can't work anymore. Take the day off." I thought at him. He yawned and started looking at porn sites before trying to close the window and get back to work. "Take the day off. Go home. Just tell Liz that it's an emergency or something." He negotiated the rest of the day off with Mrs. Davis, then got out of the building and went home.

I turned my attention to the sexy Dean of Students. "Now that you're alone, you're a little horny. Come on, rub your breasts. Nobody's around." She agreed with my mental suggestion and rubbed at her pussy.

"You need a strong young man to fuck you like the young woman you are. Muscular, with a long cock and lots of stamina," I thought at her. She began to finger herself and I saw her lips say "I need a real man." Her skirt was hiked up all the way and her hand was down her panties, and her stockings were sexy.

I slipped into the secretary's office silently and locked the door behind me. Then I passed into the doorway of the dean's office. She hadn't seen me and said "God I need a real man." I replied aloud, "Do ya, now?" She looked up startled for a second, but then she smiled.

I closed the door behind me and swiftly closed the blinds on all the Dean's Office windows. As I closed the last one, Mrs. Davis was behind me. I turned around and grabbed her ass to bring her closer, and I made the mental order, "When I kiss you you're going to feel like fireworks are going off." As I kissed her hard, she shuddered and she felt like it was the most amazing kiss she'd ever received.

Her next words were mine. "So are you going to fuck me? Are you going to show the world what a whore I really am? Are you going to bend me over and pound me like the dog I am? And will you fuck my ass, to prove to the world I'm a slut?"

I smiled and replied, "First, my slut, I think a lapdance and striptease is in order." And I sat back in her big office chair, and she brushed papers aside and sat on the desk.

She spread her knees and her skirt slowly rode up them, and with an agile motion, she got her skirt over them and spread her legs, giving me a good view of her panties. Then she moved her bent knees onto the desk, kneeling in front of me, and turned around and bent forward, pulling her long skirt up over her perfect ass. She then walked backwards toward me and plopped that ass on my crotch and rubbed around in circles. I was starting to get very hard. As she sat on my crotch, she undid the button on the waist of her skirt, let it slide down her legs, and kicked it up over our heads. Then she turned around and straddled me, giving me a few dry-humps.

She slid between my legs, her whole body, and then slid back up. Sliding back down again, she caught her shirt on my jeans, and slid it off over her head onto my lap. Straddling me again, she grabbed one of each sides of the shirt with either hand, and pulled it tight against her panties and pussy, rubbing it back and forth. Her bra was also black and lacey.

As she tossed her navy blue shirt to the side, she dry-humped me while wriggling her shoulders out from her bra. With nothing left to hold it up, it slid down to her tummy, and she pressed my face into her cleavage while still dry-humping my ever-growing erection.

She kneeled before me, rubbing those big breasts around my cock, while slickly undoing her stockings, bra, and kicking off her high heels. Then she turned around again, hooked a bit of her panties on the fly of my jeans, and slid into my lap, her panties sliding off onto the ground.

"Was that to your liking, Master?"

Master? That wasn't one of mine. Well, whatever; I was hard and ready to get some action.

"Yes, very. Now take off my pants using only your teeth."

She did, and I peeled off my shirt, and kicked off my sandals. She then also pulled down my boxers, and my dick bounced into view, and she gave a gasp. "Is this your first time seeing a real man's dick, Liz?" She shook her head yes and said "uh huh... wow it's huge..."

"Are you excited about it?" I asked.

"Yes master, may I suck it?"