Ms. Sterling seduces you

She stood and strolled out from behind the chair. Her hips swayed wide as she walked.

"You know exactly what I mean," she said as she circled behind your chair. You jumped out of the chair reflexively, but Ms. Sterling stalked forward, and you ran up against the desk, forcing you to sit again. Principal Sterling loomed over you, her huge breasts inches from your face. You could smell her. Her scent was deep, rich and intoxicating. You almost swooned. Sweat prickled on your brow.

"Uhh!" you stammered, confused and uncertain. This was way outside your comfort zone. But you could still feel the strain against your pants as your cock hardened. It was kind of hot being stalked and hunted by a beautiful older woman. She placed her hands on the desk on either side of you and leaned down until her breath was steaming on your cheeks. You groaned and parted your lips, waiting for a kiss. Your cock was swelling, forcing the front of your pants up and out. There was a cold gleam in her eyes, the look of a predator closing in on its prey, as she held you transfixed in her eagle stare.

"Uhh... Ms. Sterling... uh, I have... uh classes," you stammered. The rumors of her fucking your classmates and their parents, and her having an enormous cock, were suddenly consuming you.

"No, you don't." A hand gripped your thigh and slid up to the bulge in your pants. You whimpered as she gently squeezed.

"What should I do with you, Doug?" she whispered in your ear. "Refusing to help your school. Acting like a naughty boy."

You stared at her with wide eyes, unsure of what to say.

"I think you need to be punished." You could hardly think over the pounding of the blood in your head. "Don't you?"

"Yes," you heard a voice whisper. It took you a moment to realize it was yours.

"Where are your manners?" she scolded you.

"Yes, please punish me Ms. Sterling," you choked, your voice hoarse.

"Hold out your hands! Wrists together." Her voice was low and soft, but it resonated with undeniable command. Your arms were out in front of you before you knew it. Principal Sterling lent forward to grab them with one hand. She twisted. God, she was strong! You span around and Ms. Sterling bent you over the desk. She leaned over, her full breasts pressing against your back through your school uniform. She slowly loosened your school uniform's tie with her free hand. Principal Sterling wrapped it around your wrists, pulling it tight. Then she undid your buttons one by one. A sharp tug pulled the shirt off your chest and left it tangled around your bound arms.

Ms. Sterling licked the back of your neck. Her hands reaching around you to cup your chest. Her fingers closed on your nipples, pinching gently. A low, guttural moan escaped your lips.

"Good, now take a guess at what’s coming?" She said, ominously.

"I don’t know," you moaned, pathetically.