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Taylor gaped at her principal. "N-no", she said quietly. She was still trying to process his request, no, his demand. He was an administrator and she was student. He couldn't have possibly asked her to do something so wrong. So forbidden.
It was when she felt another tug on her hair, did her mind come crawling back from trenches. She began to struggle against Orton, pushing at his thighs and pulling away from his naked cock. "N-no! No! Let me go!" She cried.
Randy growled and waited until the girl reared back to relinquish his hold on her hair. She flew backwards and smacked her head on the hardwood floor. He heard her groan in pain and smirked. He stood to his feet and removed the blazer of his three piece suit. He folded it and laid it on his chair. He tucked his erection back into his slacks and Randy slowly strided over to where the half naked girl lay, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. When he reached her, he crouched down next to her and took a good look at the stirring body. She was very pretty. Wavy, ebony hair, a beautiful shade of brown skin, long, fluttering lashes, and pink, plump lips. Randy adjusted the hard on in his slacks.
"Miss Black. I know you are well aware of what I'm capable of. Not only can I sully your little record, but I can also make your last years of high school a living hell." Randy growled at the woozy girl. She whined in response and turned her head away from him. Randy rolled his eyes. He looked down at her heaving chest and felt himself drool. Beautiful, large breasts. Ones he could cup and squeeze, and have a nice handful of. Randy grabbed her by the arms and led her to the large desk. He sat down on the ledge of the desk, and lifted the girl so she was straddling him. He locked his arms around her waist and stared down at her.
Instinctively, Taylor grabbed at his shoulders to keep her balance. She kept her eyes cast down, unwilling to look him in the eye. Randy slid his hand up one of her thighs and under her skirt. He squeezed the round flesh peeking out from under the fabric, making the girl squeal and buck in his lap. Repeating the action, Randy nudged the girl's forehead with his nose.
"Don't make this hard, little girl. I'm going to take you on this desk and if you cooperate like a good girl, I'll make you feel so good." He purred. Taylor felt her breathing pick up and her panties dampen. Randy put his finger under her chin, lifting her gaze. Looking into her big brown eyes, he gave her a sultry grin. She bit her lip. Randy slid his fingers under her skirt fully and felt for her wet panties, rubbing his fingers over her cloth covered mound. Taylor gasped and tried to buck away from the enquiring fingers."Are you a virgin, baby?"
Taylor visibly swallowed. "N-no, Sir.." Her mouth opened in a moan when Randy's fingers traced her pussy lips through her underwear.
"Hmm... Not as innocent as I thought you were. Well, better for me. I don't want blood on my desk." He said as he ripped off her panties.
"Mr. Orton p-please reconsider this..."
"I have Miss Black. And nothing else makes sense to me right now other than to fuck you senseless on my desk."
Randy lazily stroked her wet pussy lips and slowly eased one of his long fingers inside her wetness. Randy groaned. Taylor let her head fall forward, resting on Randy's shoulder, and let out a long moan. She was panting against his chest, he could feel her hot breath through his shirt. He pumped his long digit in and out her tight heat. He was searching for the spot that would make her scream for him. Randy added another finger and began to fuck her with them, watching as she tentatively moved her hips, riding his fingers. He switched between pumping and scissoring his fingers inside the girl. She began letting out quiet moans as she rode his fingers faster. As he stretched her out again, Randy finally found that sweet little, rough patch he'd been searching for. He rubbed up against and grinned madly when she yelled and lurched forward.
"W-what was that?!" She gasped harshly.
"That would be your G Spot, Miss Black." He whispered heatedly into her ear. She trembled in his lap. Randy flicked her earlobe with his tongue before sucking into his mouth, his fingers prepping her all the while. Taylor felt dizzy with pleasure. Grabbing onto Randy's shoulders, Taylor let out a long moan and caught Randy's gaze, making his eyes widen in surprise.
"Please, Mr. Orton… I need you so bad...ohhhh.." Randy pumped his fingers faster, making the girl arch into him.
"Mm, make me want you…" He purred.
Taylor swallowed nervously before taking Randy's face in her hands and shyly bringing him down to meet her lips. She pecked his lips a couple of times before molding her lips against his, praying for a response. She licked the seam of his lips and felt him suddenly nip at her tongue. Now gasping from the friction of his fingers massaging her spot, Taylor bit down on his bottom lip lightly and pulled at it. Randy growled and gripped the back of her neck, kissing her fiercely. He pulled his fingers out of her roughly and hastily stood. Taylor wrapped around him out of fear of him dropping her. She suddenly felt herself being pressed into a hard surface, as Randy held her against the wall. Randy placed wet kisses on her shoulders and neck before licking her ear. Taylor thought she'd died right then.
"I'm gonna fuck your tight little pussy right now, and you're gonna take everything I give you. Am I understood, little girl?" He drawled into her ear. She nodded quickly. Randy pressed hard into her and slipped one arm from around her. A look of concentration came over his face as he yanked at the button and zipper of his pants, a small frown appearing on his furrowed brow. He looked...adorable. Taylor couldn't resist leaning in and kissing the small frown away. Randy looked at her bewildered and his gaze softened for a moment. He kissed her again slowly, sensually and made love to her mouth. Randy released his cock from his pants and pressed it against her entrance. She was a shaking, moaning mess in his arms, pulling at his clothes. So eager. So needy. Exactly how he wanted her.
Without breaking their kiss, Randy pressed into her slick entrance. He broke their kiss and bit her neck, stifling his groan of pleasure as he pushed into her. Her moist channel gripped him tightly, her walls vibrating around him, massaging his cock. At this point he wasn't sure how long he was going to last inside the trembling girl. He could hear her moaning loudly as he impaled her on his turgid flesh.
"Fuck yessss..." He hissed.
Randy started thrusting slowly into her, letting her get accustomed to his size and so that he could gather himself and not let this come to an embarrassing finish. When he felt her rolling her hips, he quickened his pace. He reattached his lips to hers and fucked into her with gusto. He knew this wasn't gonna last long but he was gonna make sure this wasn't the last time he had her. He swallowed down her moans as he pressed harder into her. Randy focused and fucked her in a few different angles. He wanted to find that spot that would make her come undone.
"Uhhhh... Oh-oh myyyy Goood..." She gasped. Randy grinned wolfishly.
Jackpot.
"Oh yes. You like that, baby?" She nodded quickly. Randy aimed for that spot with every instroke.
"Oh! Oh, God, yess! It feels so good! Ahh!"
Randy pounded hard and fast into the girl. He locked his gaze onto her face. He wanted watch her when she came. He wanted to see her face scrunch up in pleasure. He wanted to see her eyebrows furrow together and her mouth go slack.
"Look at me."
She opened her eyes and kept her hooded gaze on her principal. He was so gorgeous. And his eyes were so blue. Taylor didn't think she'd be able to hold eye contact with him while they fucked. It was too much. She was already riding the edge. She bit her lip hard to stop any embarrassing noises from escaping her.
"Oh no, baby. I wanna hear you scream for me!"
Randy started slamming into her. Bringing her down hard on his fat dick. She wasn't about to hold back on him. Randy lifted her off of him and set her on shaky legs.
"Wh-what?" Randy grabbed her by her hair and led her over to his desk and promptly bent her over it. He grabbed himself at the base of his cock and slid home inside of her. He shuddered when she let out a long groan. He felt her trying to bridge her back as he pushed in from behind, so he ran his fingernails down her back causing her to gasp and arch. He made sure to firmly plant his hand in the middle of her back to keep her that way. Randy pulled out completely before slamming back in. She screamed and it was music to his ears.
Taylor clawed at the desk, scrambling for purchase. Mr. Orton was fucking her senseless. She could feel an overwhelming tingling sensation overtake her body. Her legs trembled hard as she took her pounding. When did it get so hot in the room? She felt as though her breath was being stolen with every deep thrust from her principal. She was so close. So very close.
Randy could feel her spasming around him, signaling her orgasm approaching. Randy slowed the pace of his thrusts. She let out a mewl of frustration. Randy chuckled. He wanted to draw out their pleasure. He wanted to hear her beg for it. Beg him to cum.
"N-no... Please, Mr. Orton..."
"No what, baby?" Randy asked, taking her by the hips and thrusting leisurely into her wet channel. He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting slowly back in and pressing deep inside. Taylor groaned loudly. Randy repeated this over and over again. Wanting her to feel every inch of him. Pull out. Push in slow. Out. In. She was moaning incoherently and her hips shifted restlessly in his grip.
"Oh... Oh please, Mr. Orton.." She whined.
"Please what? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." He leaned over her body and licked the shell of her ear. "Beg for it." He whispered hotly.
"Uhhhh... I'm so close Mr. Orton... Please make, make me c-cum... Please? I need it so bad.." She moaned. Randy growled in approval. He yanked her upper half up and wrapped his arms around her torso, impaling her on his pulsing prick.
"Randy."
"W-what?"
"My name is Randy. I want you to scream it when you cum for me."
"Mmm, yes Sir... Now? Please?"
"Yeah. Scream for me, baby." He husked before pulling back out and slamming home, knocking the wind from Taylor. Randy gripped her tightly and began pummeling her hips with his own. Thrusting hard and fast into her, using her body savagely.
It was a few long seconds before Taylor could draw a breath. The overwhelming pleasure she'd felt when Randy thrust viciously inside of her, robbed her of her senses. Sh tried to hold out and match Randy's pace, but she was soon fucked into submission as Randy relentlessly pushed and rubbed on her G Spot. A scream was ripped out of her throat. She couldn't stop. It felt so good, she thought she was going to die from it. That numb, tingling sensation began to overtake her once more. Making her puddy in Randy's arms. The fiery tendrils of pleasure emanated from her core. Her pussy quivered erratically around Randy's turgid flesh. Her breath came in quick pants.
"I-I'm gonna…!"
"Yeah, baby. Cum. Cum for me right now!" Randy growled, thrusting into her with abandon.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! RANDY!" Taylor's body tensed before she came undone. Splintering into pieces. Her head swam and blackness clouded her vision. Randy fucked into her a few more times before his release took hold of him. He let out a long groan as he pulsed inside of her. His cum painting her sweet walls.
"Fuuuuck, baby."
The two stood there together, trying to regain their composure. Randy pulled out of Taylor slowly. He nuzzled her sweaty neck and hummed.
"I want you again." He mumbled.
"Mr. Orton… We can't…"
"Mmm, but we just did. And we can do it again…"
"But it's wrong…"
"..."
"..."
"... I'll expel Hunter…"
Taylor perked up when she heard that. Randy watched her intently as she mulled it over.
"While that may have its appeal… It's still wrong."
"... I'll fling your incident report from today in the trash as well."
Taylor turned to look at him. "It won't go on my record?"
"It won't go on your record."
Taylor smiled at him. "Deal!"
Randy smirked.
It may have been wrong but as far as Taylor was concerned it was a win-win scenario. Hunter would get kicked out, Mr. Orton was sexy, and her record stayed squeaky clean. Sometimes you gotta get dirty to keep things clean.