Detention.

“Damien Cross! This is the last time I will see you in the halls between classes. If I see you again, you will have detention!”

Damien leveled his eyes at Vice-Principal Jennifer Mason. Mrs. Mason was a woman in her early 40s who looked every inch a pretty, no-nonsense stereotypical school official one might see on tv. Except for the scowl on her face, one might even think she was attractive for a middle-aged married woman with a power trip. She was about 5’6, and somewhere around 160-170 lbs. She was a little thick for some people’s tastes, but Damien’s tastes ran deep and wide. The Vice principals light brown eyes were bespectacled and her brown hair was in a shoulder length cut that was well maintained. She also had a thicker ass than some.

Damien replied snidely. “Whatever you say Mrs. Mason.”

Damien turned to walk away when he heard her take another quick step forward, her high heals clicking on the floor.

“I wasn’t done talking to you Damien. Don’t walk away from someone in the middle of a conversation, and definitely don’t walk away from me. You know, I think detention would be good for you.” She smirked. “3pm. After school. Room 142.”

Damien saw some students turn down their hallway and watched them realize that he was speaking with Mrs. Mason.

Damien turned to a nearby classroom that had it’s lights off and walked in, leaving a very flustered Vice Principal staring after him. With her back to the students, she hasn’t seen them. With purpose, she followed Damien into the classroom. Once the door closed automatically behind her, Damien stepped from the shadows and pulled her away from the door and locked it. Turning he pulled a startled and confused Mrs. Mason out of line of sight of the mini window allowing sight.

Quickly, he lightly gripped her throat and pressed her against the wall with an audible smack. Not violently, but audibly.

“Listen Mrs. Mason... I don’t think I want to go to detention. I also think that you could use a reality check.”

With one hand, Damien unzipped his fly and pulled his 10” cock out, Jennifer’s eyes going wide at the sight of it and it’s sheer size and mass.

Damien put on a menacing face and gave her a dead-eyed stair. “Won’t you stroke my dick Mrs. Mason. I highly suggest you stroke it.”

Damien grinned as her shaking hand reached out, her terror at being alone with Damien and his large and menacing presence causing her body to act involuntarily. Her hand grasped the turgid member of her student.

“Don’t just grip it Mrs. Mason, stroke it. Make me feel good.”

Mrs. Mason shakingly stroked the 10”dick, her hand rubbing up and down the shaft.

Damien loved the feeling, but refused to make a sound. His eyes bored into the terrified eyes of his vice-principal.

“Please,” she whimpered. “We can forget about this. Just let me go. I won’t bother you.”

Damien pitied her. A bit. She had already broken to his will.

“I know you will,” he said softly. “You also won’t tell a soul because two students saw you follow me into a dark room. In a case of he said, she said, my story will make more sense. That you asked for this and it isn’t the only time.”

Newfound fear came into her eyes. Damien took her hand off his cock and places both on her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees. Once she was face to face with his cock, he turned her chin up to look at him.

“Now suck it. No teeth. If I feel teeth I will make use of a hole in you without teeth.” He turned her head down and her gaze back to his cock. “

Make it good Mrs. Mason, and make it quick - I’ve got class.”

Damien waited as she quickly went through her option. Her mind was fuddled and it showed.

Finally, she opened her mouth and took him inside.

Damien held her head gently as she slobbered over his cock. He wasn’t sure whether she was just scared, or she had talent, but her dick-sucking skills were evident as she sucked.

“Play with my balls while you suck Mrs. Mason.”

Jennifer took his balls into her left hand while her right hand directed traffic for his cock into her mouth. She massaged the large orbs as she sucked him.

Damien felt his orgasm coming.

“Here it comes baby. Not many things to clean up with around here so you should probably swallow it.”

For the last 10-20 seconds, Damien **** his cock into her mouth rapidly, forcing a good 4” of his dick to jut obscenely down her throat - he was sure, but not at this angle.

Finally he tensed while his cock was fully hilted in her mouth and unloaded copious amounts of cum directly into her stomach.

Damien pulled his cock out of his Vice-Principals mouth, which once free began to sputter and spit. Damien watched her as he put his dick back into his pants.

“Thanks for the head Mrs. Mason. You know, I do feel ready to get back to class.”

Damien walked away from her and opened the door to the hallway. “See you later Mrs. Mason! It was fun!”

He left her on the floor, still trying to figure out what just happened.