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“Congratulations! You are the new Principal of Studville High.”

Those were the words spoken to me just two weeks after my interview. I was the leading candidate, so I was quite confident. I was also a little sad to say goodbye to my old school, but an opportunity this good was too good to pass up. Besides, Studville High was only a few blocks away from both my home and the old school, so it wasn’t as if I was leaving the country.

The real enticement about leaving was escaping my reputation at the old school. Over the last few years, it became almost a contest as to which high-school senior would be able to nail me before they went off to college. I didn’t have any problems with it—all the guys who fucked me were over 18, and they all went off to colleges out of the city. Actually, I was being fucked on a regular basis by some of the guys who repeated the year before I left. And the best part? My husband was quite ignorant about all of this.

The time for change was here, though. My husband had moved to the basement of our house, and had no choice to accept our marriage as an open one. He had done so upon a threat from my ex-boyfriend and quarterback of the school football team, John. You see, one day my husband came home and found me sucking John’s cock in our bed, and John forced him to watch every minute. Since then, I’ve lived in the entire house while my husband sulks down in the basement, and things couldn’t be better. Now with my husband in his place, and a new job beginning, the only thing I was lacking was a steady fucking. John had gone off to college and there was no way I could ever be with my husband again after the pathetic display he put on with John and myself (see:Moving To The Basement).

Things were about to change on only my second day at work. Studville High had their own version of the high school bully, a big dude by the name of Brock. I had caught him following me through the school as I toured it the first day, and we exchanged smiles every time our eyes met. My secretary had informed me that he had made an appointment with me in the afternoon, which I thought was odd, since I hadn’t even settled into my office yet. At any rate, I was excited to see him. I let him in and introduced myself, trying to conceal my nervousness by going into a speech about “how happy I was to be here” and what my expectations were. I even told him he was the first student I talked to individually since arriving, which seemed to make him smile and cross his arms and legs. When I asked about him, he walked slowly towards me, bragging about his football achievements, the ladies he had, his popularity and, much to my surprise, his big cock.

“Excuse me?” I said in shock, not sure if he really did say what I thought he did, or if it was my hopeful, wild imagination.

“You heard me, bitch.” Brock responded. “Most of the whores in this joint can back that story up. Ask them. I have a big cock. I like to call Fat Boy.”

“Um, that’s very nice, Brock.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, for starters, I’m your Principal, so I don’t think it’s very appropriate of you to tell me about your body parts.”

“Who are you kidding, bitch? You’ve had your eye on my stick since the minute you walked in here. Admit it.”

“I’ll admit nothing of the sort.”

“Admit it.”

“Brock…”

I didn’t even have time to finish my sentence. In one swift motion, his lips were on mine, and his massive football player’s hands were on my waist and stomach. He kissed me passionately, and I didn’t break it. I kissed him right back, and it lasted for what seemed like forever. I tasted his lips before they parted mine. They were thick, fat, succulent, sweet and wet. I sucked his bottom lip before he smiled at me and kissed me again, this time sucking on both of my lips slowly. His breath reeked of weed and cigarettes, his body full of sweat. He took a step backwards and pulled off his gray sweatshirt, revealing a pale, white body. His neck was about 15 inches, which I was eager to place a hickey on. His forearms and biceps were double the length of my husbands, massive and muscular. His chest was budging out of his t-shirt, and his stomach had a little bit of a paunch. His waist was large, which meant his ass was too, yet it wasn’t saggy. I used both hands to squeeze his tight ass and pulled him closer to me, unaware that I was clearly not the one in charge here.

He smiled as I gawked at his body. He watched me giving him the once over, smeling his chest, sucking on his neck, nibbling on his earlobe. I thought this would make him moan my name, a little trick that worked on just about every other guy I’d been with. Instead, he chuckled, pushed me an inch back, and reached for his belt buckle.

Once he undid his belt, his unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down slowly, not taking his eyes of my expression. He smiled as I licked my lips in anticipation, my eyes getting wider the further down he zipped. His blue denim jeans fall to the floor, revealing his stained white boxers. Those boxers were the only thing standing between his cock and my wanting mouth.

“Here’s the deal, bitch.” Brock spoke. “I run the show around here. You may be the Principal, but I’m the fuckin’ man. Nothing goes on around here that I don’t know about. I have all the say-so around here, got it?”

“What? Brock, what the the–?” I tried to respond.

SMACK! His big right hand stung my left cheek, giving me his full attention. I looked up at him and nodded my head in agreement. I was partially scared, but completely turned on.

“Now, keeping that in mind, I’ve got good news for you. I like you.” He continued. “I mean I really like you. I think you like me too, based on the fact that you’re eyes haven’t left my body since I’ve been in here. So, just to keep you in line. I’m gonna have to face-fuck you right here, right now.”

“Um, well Brock, I mean, that’s how I—”

SMACK! “I’m not finished talking.” he said.

“I’m sorry, Brock. Please continue.”

“I’m going to stick my dick in your mouth. You’re gonna love it, believe me. You’ll be beggin’ for my cum, and that is going to be the beginning of our beautiful friendship.”

I practically came right there when he said that. If he were to check, he would see the wet spot through my skirt.

“You’ll like it so much that you’ll beg me to fuck you. Only I won’t do it right away. You’re gonna have to earn my big dick.”

“And what makes you think I’m going to do all these things you are demanding of me, you big fucker?” I teased.

“Well bitch, for starters, I can see you making a big mess down there. What’s that wet spot all about? Either you’ve got a nasty bladder problem, or you’re creaming for me. Now, I’m not an expert, but considering your tongue attacked my mouth when we just kissed, I think you want to fuck me right here too. Admitting it would be a wise decision for you bitch, trust me.”

“Lets call a spade a spade, Brock. I was going to do it anyways. You had me at the kiss. Whats with all the aggression? What do you think you’re going to do to me? What are your intentions towards me?”

“You’re gonna suck my cock. I don’t think I can make that any clearer.”

“I realize that, Brock. I meant wh–“

SMACK! “I’m not finished talking. You’re gonna have to learn to wait for me to finish, you you understand this?”

“Yeah, Brock. Go on, please continue.” I was scared at this point. I had thought this was going to be some quick fun on the side, and instead I find out Brock here is Tony Fucking Soprano.

“You’re also gonna ask me to fuck you on the side. I mean on a regular basis. It’s my understanding that your ass is married, but that’s none of my concern. I don’t care if you’re single or married or engaged or whatever-the-fuck. Your mouth and my cock will always be together when I say. Do you understand this?”

“What do you think?”

SMACK! “Don’t get smart with me, bitch.”

“I’m sorry, Brock. I’m just, you know, kind of excited.”

“Don’t’ pretend with me bitch, I can smell fear.”

“No, really. I’m not really happy with my marriage, and I was just thinking earlier today how much I needed a new man, and yo–“

SMACK! “Look bitch, I’m not lookin’ for a girlfriend. I’m lookin’ to get my dick sucked on a regular basis. I don’t think you realize who you’re talking to here. I make one fuckin’ phone call and its over for you and your husband. Is that what you want?”

“No, of course not. It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“That’s right, bitch. It doesn’t. You do what I say and you don’t get hurt. You think this is all about you, but its not. I repeat–I am the fucking MAN around here! You don’t just jump all over my stick and expect me not to do anything. You want to come to my school, then you do what I say, when I say it.”

“Alright, Brock. You’ve made your point. I get it.”

“Keeping that in mind, are you sure you want to become the new Principal here at Studville High?”

“Yeah, Brock. I am.”

“Then you understand your position here and what it is, right?”

“Yeah, Brock, I do.”

“Good. That was the answer I was looking for. Now, as a favor for you, I won’t let it leak that you are under my spell. I respect that the Principal of the school has to remain a person of authority, just like me. Just remember, it’s always my authority over yours. It always comes down to me. Do you understand this?”

“I do, Brock. I don’t have any problems with it. Can I ask a question, though?”

“Shoot.”

“What we are doing here, what’s going on between us…did it have anything to do with the old Principal’s departure from here?”

“Don’t ask questions, bitch. She left because she lost her usefulness. She, uh, couldn’t contribute to our school anymore, and that’s why she’s not here.”

A sudden panic, combined with reality crashing down on me, overwhelmed me. What the fuck was I doing here?! I was playing a very dangerous game, both physically, emotionally, and mentally. Brock was older than the other seniors, he seemed to be about 19 or 20. He was a big man, and his threats did not seem idealistic at all. He seemed to be a man of his word. At least, he had me pretty convinced. I was sure as hell intimidated, but even more turned on at the prospect of being this student’s little fuck-toy. I pondered the whole situation as he pushed me down to my knees and shoved his crotch in my face.

“Remember, this will stay between us, as long as you remember who’s the man here. I see a decision you make that I don’t like, you change it. I see something I want done, you do it. I promise the hockey team blowjobs all night, you open your mouth. You do everything I say, and I won’t ruin you.”

“If I’m sucking off the hockey team, I’m already ruined, you idiot.”

SMACK! “What the fuck did you say to me bitch?”

“I wont do other guys. I’ll do you and you alone. I’ll do anything you want, and quite honestly, that’s fine with me. I’m your meal ticket, I’m down with all of that. But I wont’ do other guys.”

Brock sighed loudly, and I prepared myself for another slap. I was really fine with the slaps at this point, as it was the anticipation of the slap that was scarier than he actual deed. When he slapped me, he didn’t really hit me hard, just enough to stun me. It was enough to make his point across, yet he still had to lay down the law. I had a feeling I could have stopped the slapping at any time. But I didn’t.

“Alright. You’ll be exclusive to me. My personal bitch. It’s a pretty prestigious position, you little bitch.”

“I appreciate it, Brock.”

“Fine. Whatever. Suck me. Now.”

I lowered my mouth to his thick rod before looking up at him. “You heard right, you know.”

“About what, bitch.”

“I’m married.”

“Really?!” Brock looked kind of surprised. “I didn’t see your wedding ring, so I wasn’t sure. You know something, bitch? I’ve fucked married women, but they never gave themselves to me until after my dick’s been inside of them. You are the first wife to actually give yourself to me before you take any meat! You are a filty slut!”

“The marriage is not really working out. I mean, this isn’t the first time I’ve been with someone else, and to be honest with you, I’m loo—”

SMACK! Within seconds of his big hand down on my cheek, he grabbed a handful of hair and shoved my head down on his “Fat Boy”. I wanted to come up for air, so I tried to pull away. Brock took his cock and smacked both my left and right cheeks, then bounced his dick off of my pouty lips. He also didn’t exaggerate: he did have an impressive dick. It reeked of sweat, but it smelled delicious. His thick fat mushroom head seemed like an apple on his huge stick. His sack was hairless and full of cum, round and looking to be licked, which I did meticulously. I dug my nails into his ass and gripped hard as I sucked his cock like a vacuum cleaner. I lapped away at his ball sack like a puppy dog. I buried my face in his crotch and inhaled his sweaty nuts. And when it was all over, when he was dumping ropes of cum all over my face and hair, he laughed at me.

“Take it, you little cunt. Take all of my hot steamy cum, bitch!”

“Mmmmm, yeah Brock, give me all of your sweaty cum, oh it so hot! I want you…uhhhh…”

“…ugh, yeah, I told you you’d be begin’ for it. You are quite a little whore, aren’t you? I think you and I are going to get along just fine.”

“Our little secret, right Brock?”

Brock chuckled a little to himself. “Right, bitch. Our little secret.”

“Brock, you haven’t called me by my name since you’ve walked in here.”

“Whatever, bitch. Clean yourself up, you look like shit.”

As I licked my lips and tasted his remaining cum, Brock grabbed my hair and wiped some cum of of them. He pulled his pants up while I wrote down my home phone number, which he took graciously and stuck it in his back pocket. He gave me a hug, and told me he’d be in later today to see how my day went, and if I needed any help with anything. I told him I’d be fine, and he made his way towards the door. I begged him to kiss me before he left, but he said his girlfriend was waiting for him at her place, and he was taking too long as it was.

He laughed at me again as he walked out of my office, and I looked at myself in the mirror. I was so wrapped up in taking Brock’s load that I didn’t even realize he shot all over my blouse and skirt. I couldn’t cover this up–these were blatent cumshots that anyone could spot a mile away. To add insult to injury, his cum was hardening in my hair, and my make-up was smudged thanks to the facial. I picked up his boxers, which he let me keep as a souvenir, and smelled them. Now it was my turn to laugh out loud. I looked back in the mirror and said outloud to myself “brand new school, same old slut.”

I am the new Principal of Studville High. I have a new job, a re-invented marriage, pretty much my own house and now a brand a new man in my life. Picking up the phone, I called my husband and told him the good news….

“Hi honey, I’d like you to come over to my new school! There’s someone I’d like you to meet…”

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