**Detention with the Principal**

I never expected to end up in Principal Carter’s office after school, but there I was, shifting in my seat while she sat behind her desk, legs crossed, glaring at me over her glasses. She was strict as hell—mid-40s, curves that made every student stare, and a presence that made even the jocks shut up. Today, I’d mouthed off in class one too many times, and now she had me right where she wanted.

“You’ve got a real attitude problem,” she said, standing up and smoothing her tight pencil skirt. “But I think I can fix that.”

I swallowed hard. The way she looked at me—like she knew *exactly* what she was doing—turned my dick rock hard in my jeans. Then she turned around, bending just enough to give me a peek of her black lace panties under that skirt. Fuck. That was deliberate.

She walked to the door, locked it, then turned back with a smirk. “Stand up.”

I obeyed, my cock throbbing as she stepped closer, her heels clicking on the tile. When she reached out and ran a finger down my chest, I almost groaned. “You’re trouble,” she whispered, “but I like trouble.”

Then her hands were on my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. I didn’t even think about stopping her. My jeans dropped to the floor, and she knelt in front of me, licking her lips as she pulled my boxers down. My dick sprang free, already leaking pre-cum.

“Fuck,” she breathed, gripping me at the base. “You’re bigger than I expected.”

Before I could respond, her mouth was on me—hot, wet, and *tight*. She took me deep, her tongue swirling around the head before sucking me all the way down. I groaned, grabbing her perfect blonde hair as she bobbed, her lips sliding up and down my shaft. The sight of Principal Carter on her knees, sucking my cock in her office, was almost too much.

She pulled back, smirking up at me. “You like that, don’t you?”

I could only nod.

“Good.” She stood, turning her back to me again, and unzipped her skirt. It slid down her legs, revealing a black lace garter belt and stockings, her ass barely covered by a matching thong. “Now it’s my turn.”

I reached for her, groping her tits over her silky blouse, then yanked it open, buttons flying. Her tits spilled out of a lacy black bra, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth. I sucked one, pinching the other, and she moaned, grinding her ass against my throbbing cock.

“Fuck me,” she ordered, pushing her thong to the side.

I didn’t hesitate. Gripping her hips, I shoved my dick into her soaking pussy from behind, bottoming out in one brutal thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into the desk as I started pounding her, my balls slapping against her clit with every snap of my hips.

“Yes—*fuck*—just like that!” she moaned, pushing back onto me.

I reached around, rubbing her clit in rough circles as I fucked her harder. She clenched around me, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice, and I knew I wouldn’t last.

“I’m gonna cum,” I grunted.

She spun around, dropping to her knees again, her mouth open. “Give it to me.”

I gripped my cock, stroking fast as the first hot spurt hit her tongue. She moaned, swallowing every drop as I came hard, my cum painting her lips and chin. She didn’t stop until I was empty, then licked her lips clean with a satisfied smirk.

“Detention’s over,” she said, standing and adjusting her bra. “But I think you’ll be back.”

Fuck. I *definitely* would be.