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The long rows of lockers on either side of you felt never-ending as you walked down one of the hallways of your school, slowly but surely making your way toward your destination, the principal's office.
It was a particularly hot day with summer approaching, so you landed on wearing a tight-fitting top and a skirt. Your mother had hounded you for both clothing items this morning, claiming they were far too revealing.
Of course, she was right. (When is she not?)
And that's exactly why you ended up being called out of class. Each step closer to the room at the end of the hallway felt like watching the seconds go down on a timed bomb, the ticking being your echoing footsteps as your shoes clicked against the hard tile.
Soon enough, you reached the door.
You raised your hand, hesitating for a moment before softly knocking.
"Come in!"
When you opened it, you could see your principal, Ms. Swift, sitting in her office chair at her desk, taking a glance at her computer screen before focusing on you.
"Y/n, hey." She stood up, coaxing you further into the room so she could shut and lock the door. "I just needed to talk to you about your, um, outfit today..." Her gaze drifted to your skirt, which had ridden up your thighs a bit while you were walking here.
"Oh, is there something wrong with it?" You asked innocently, thinking you could get your way out of this by acting oblivious, but your voice carried a slight shakiness to it as you noticed the way she was eyeing you, almost hungrily.
She bit her bottom lip slightly. "Well, your skirt seems a bit short. Could you—?" She gestured with one of her hands for you to turn around.
You did so, turning your back to her.
"It shows quite a lot, along with your top..." She spoke, her voice seeming to drift off as she looked down at your cleavage from over your shoulder. She stepped closer, reaching out to rest a hand on your hip.
You shuddered, trying to ignore how your heart rate picked up when she touched you. "I can change—if that's needed, ma'am..." You turned your head a bit, watching her from the corner of your eye.
"That won't be necessary," she murmured, her hand slowly sliding to the hem of your skirt. She lifted it slightly, revealing more of your thighs. "I can just.. adjust it for you,"
Your breath hitched as her hand moved, your eyes darting downwards to watch it.
"You know what?" She said lowly, her fingers hooking under your skirt to pull it up further. Your gaze moved back up to her face, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
Slowly, she slid her hand fully underneath your skirt, fingers brushing against the lace edge of your panties. "This skirt might be a problem regardless of how adjusted it is."
Her other hand came up to rest on your shoulder, gently pushing you forward so you were bent over her desk. You let out a soft gasp, eyes widening slightly. She leaned down over you, her breath ghosting over your ear. "I think the only solution is to get rid of it entirely."
"Miss.." you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.
She ignored your weak protest, her hand hooking into the waistband of your skirt and panties. With a swift movement, she tugged them down, letting them pool around your ankles on the floor. Your breath hitched as the cold air of the office hit your now bare skin. You looked up at her from over your shoulder, eyes wide.
She stared down at you, her gaze locked onto the curve of your ass as it was exposed to her. She ran her fingers along your inner thighs, spreading them apart slightly.
"You okay with this, baby?" She questioned, her touch remaining just below your cunt. You nodded in response, biting your lower lip.
She clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "I need to hear you say it."
"Yes, just fuck me already, please," you mumbled out quickly, pushing your ass into her hips.
She grinned and unbuckled her belt, throwing it to the side before beginning to unzip her pants.
She pushed the fabric down along with her boxers, leaving them at her thighs. She rubbed the head of her dick against your soaked folds, coating it in your arousal.
With a quick snap of her hips, she pushed inside you, letting out a low groan as your tight heat enveloped her.
"Mmshit," you whimpered, gripping the surface under you.
She began to move, burying herself deeper inside you with each thrust. Her hands gripped onto your hips, using them to control your movements and pull you closer.
You threw your head forward, lips parting in a loud moan as you felt her hit your g-spot. "Yes! Right there, don't stop, please!"
The sound of her hips slapping against your ass filled the office as she pounded into you quickly. "Are you gonna cum for me, baby?"
You nodded hastily, mumbling random profanity. Your pussy tightened around her length, pulling her in deeper. "Fuck, yes! Oh god,"
Your body convulsed around her dick as you came hard, crying out. She kept fucking you through your orgasm, not slowing down until she felt her own release approaching.
She pulled out quickly, grabbing you by your shoulders and pulling you back off her desk, not giving you any time to recover from your high. "Get on your knees, slut."
You turned around to face her, stumbling slightly as you dropped down so your face was level with her dick.
"Suck," she threaded her fingers through your hair, yanking your head forward.
You wrapped your lips around her tip, flicking your tongue over it before taking in more of her length. She stared down at you, her mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
"Good girl, just like that," she let out a breathless moan, gripping your hair tighter. "So good..."
You grabbed onto her thigh with one hand while the other jerked off the rest of her length that you couldn't take.
"Fuck, so close baby girl," her moans got louder as she started gently thrusting into your mouth, holding you in place.
You choked slightly when she moved your hand from her dick and forced more of it past your lips. Tears filled your eyes while you gagged on her, digging your fingers into her exposed thigh.
She fucked your mouth quicker, nails scratching at your scalp. "Gonna fill your mouth so good pretty girl,"
Soon enough, she threw her head back, snapping her hips forward once more as she came, her cum shooting down your throat.
You gasped when she finally released your hair, letting you lean back on your heels and catch your breath.
"Same time tomorrow?" She smirked, tucking herself back into her pants.