Perfect

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Instead of knocking, she just walked straight in. There were still some guys and girls asleep on the floor, a couch fully turned over, and the smell of stale drinks and old sweat seemed to penetrate into every inch of the frat house. For most people, this would be a gross smell, but Mary Anne breathed it in and stuck her tongue out as if trying to taste it.

It really was a shame that she had to get this frat house shut down. It was such a beautiful place.

“Holy shit! Mary Anne Thompson,” the soft, boyish face of a god popped out from a room on the second floor. “We were taking bets yesterday if you were going to make it home or if you were gonna end up asleep in some bushes. Glad to see it was the former.”

Dionysus headed for the stairs and quickly made his way down to the buxom MILF who looked dressed for the rodeo.

“Hi, Dionysus,” her voice sounded more Southern than she remembered. A sort of Dolly Parton quality which felt strange but not unwelcome. “I-”

But he put his hand up and cut her off, “I appreciate it, but it’s just Lee today.”

“Well, Lee,” she said as if trying it out, “I seem to recall leaving my keys yesterday during the party. To be honest, I don’t remember much after-”

“The wet T-shirt contest?”

“No.”

“You took a group picture of all the pinks and had them start an orgy?”

Picture, she thought. I learned something about a camera at that party, but I can’t seem to recall what it was.

“Oh,” Lee said, “it must’ve been after we fucked anally and you were just begging for me to fill your other slut holes so that I would make you a member of the frat.”

Flashes of something like that came to her mind, but the lust and desire felt so ethereal that she assumed it came to her in a dream. “No, it was after me and that beautiful girl shared something special.”

“Oh, when you ate out her pussy.” He pushed her arm playfully. “Come on, you can say it, you’re one of us.”

“Yeah,” she giggled, “I guess when I ate out her pussy.” He high-fived her.

“That’s the spirit!” He turned and went back upstairs, calling out behind him, “Follow me. Your keys are up here, and I don’t want you to be late for your big meeting.”

Mary Anne was very happy to know that her keys were safe and sound, and she followed her brother up the stairs and into his room.

His bed was unmade, clothes were scattered across the floor, but the decor was surprisingly fancy, though only in the way a college student might think The Wolf of Wall Street (the guy, not the movie) is cool unironically: a whiskey stand in the corner, the taxidermy head of a buck, and no pictures of half-naked women. Instead, there were pictures of women in power, but caught in compromising positions.

He lay down on his bed, legs outstretched, his toga barely covering any of his muscular body.

“Hey, where are they?” she asked, barely stepping into the room. As hot as everything had been yesterday, she had promised herself not to let him touch her. It was fun to play frat boy for a day, but she was still a principal and she still needed to get this fraternity banned for…

She was having trouble remembering, but she had to get it banned for someone.

“I have them,” he said, reaching under a pillow and taking out her keys, complete with the ID card she uses to get into her school and office. Mary Anne stepped forward to grab them, but he kept them at a distance. “And you can take them as long as you don’t get distracted. You don’t have a lot of time, so you’ll probably need to be quick.”

The silver ring of her keychain glinted in the morning sunlight that sliced through the dusty window blinds. Attached to the heavy brass ring was her laminated school ID badge. From across the messy mattress, her own face stared back at her from the plastic card, the serious, tight-lipped expression of Principal Thompson, a woman who commanded respect, wore ironed blazers, and organized district budgets. That little piece of plastic represented her entire career, her adult responsibilities, and the urgent meeting with the headmaster that was supposed to shut this entire house down. To get her life back, all she had to do was reach out, snatch the keys, and walk out the door.

But Lee wasn't making it that easy. He shifted slightly on the unmade sheets, intentionally parting his toga to let the fabric drape off his sun-tanned thighs. With a slow, deliberate movement, he rested the heavy metal keys directly against his lap, dangling them right beside his thick, fully erect cock. The dark, veiny shaft pulsed with a life of its own, hot and dominant in the center of the bed. Lee began to lazily jangle the keys. The sharp, metallic clinking sound rang through the quiet bedroom like a metronome, echoing off the wooden floors and the taxidermy buck on the wall.

“Stop messing around, and give me my keys, please Lee.”

Lee watched her internal struggle with a smug, knowing grin, his fingers gently tapping the metal ring against his shaft. The silver keys brushed against his skin, clicking softly. The sound was a taunt, an explicit test of her obedience. He knew exactly what she was experiencing. The room felt suffocatingly warm, filled with the scent of expensive cologne, old whiskey, and the intoxicating musk of raw male authority. Her high five-inch cowboy boots kept her arched and vulnerable, her round MILF ass popping out behind her as she leaned forward, her equilibrium completely shattered by the sight in front of her. The principal inside her brain screamed that she was running out of time, that she needed to grab her property and run to save… someone.

“Just hand them over, okay honey?” She was leaning forward and was sure her tits looked great pressed against her shirt.

He reached with his other hand between the sheets, whispering to himself, “Where is it… Ah!” And he pulled out a familiar-looking camera. “I think you’ll remember a little addiction you had yesterday, won’t you?”

“Honey, what are you talking about?” She reached again, her chest hovering dangerously close to his face, her ass popping out behind her.

FLASH

She was pretty sure he had only gotten her tits in that one, as her hand went over her face. “At least warn a girl.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, “let me make it up to you. You can have the keys back.”

When her vision cleared, she saw that he had indeed brought the keys closer to her, but he also had them right next to his cock. His beautiful, large, veiny cock.

All she had to do was grab the keys and she could go, but she found herself mesmerized by his member that pulsed in front of her. She felt the saliva pooling in her mouth as it dropped open, waiting to be filled.

“Just take them, Mary Anne. You need to go close our frat down, right? This is your chance.” He jangled the keys next to the head of his penis and she moved closer like a slut being lured by a shiny jewel.

“Yeah, I’ll just be grabbing them now. You have a really nice cock by the way, Lee.”

“Oh, well, thanks, Principal Thompson,” he said sarcastically.

She just needed the keys, but she figured it would be hard to grab them with a dick as large as Lee’s in the way, so she grabbed its shaft, only to move it, but found herself pumping it up and down as she felt herself fall down to her knees and slowly crawling her way onto the bed, never letting go of Lee’s cock.

She had promised to not let them touch her, but this was different since she was touching him. Of course, she was still going to grab the keys, but it wouldn’t hurt to pump his beautiful cock some more before doing it.

She found herself face to face with it while both her hands kept pumping up and down and up and down, while he dangled the keys in front of her face as if she were an idiot. She really couldn’t think of much in that moment.

He threw the keys and they landed between her two fun bags. “Could you get those for me?” he asked.

She tightened her grip and squeezed with one hand as the other reached to throw her top off. “Of course, honey! I’d love to.” She pulled off the tight USA garment and let her meaty tits fall with their full weight. The keys fell to the ground and she quickly grabbed them and threw them back to Lee so she could give his cock the focus it deserved.

She dove down face first and started choking herself hard on the shaft, while her tits rested on his thighs. Her MILFy ass shook in the air as if begging to be fucked.

He took out his phone and started filming her, “Hey, Mary Anne!”

“Yeah!” she said between licks.

“Say what's up.”

“What's up, y'all?” She grabbed her tits and wrapped them around his slick cock so she could give him a nice tit job.

“Where are you supposed to be right now?”

“Speaking with the headmaster,” she said, shaking her fun bags and stopping every now and then to lick his tip which popped out from in between.

“And why aren’t you doing that?”

“Well, y'all,” she said with the air and voice of a Southern woman explaining her biscuit recipe, “I was going to leave when I saw the most beautiful cock and I just, I have to have it in my mouth.” She released him and went to work suckling on his balls.

He turned the camera on himself, “Make sure Hayden sees this.” He raised a fist in the air, “We live to fight another day!”

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