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So let me tell you a little secret about me, well some of you may know this already. I am on the outside all things good. That sweet innocent girl who’d never be in trouble. Oh no not me, even when I am bad I do it in an ” Awww I’m so cute” way that there isn’t ever really any real form of punishment. The secret is, I am a lover of dick.  My favorite type of dick is a bad boy dick. That started me off becoming a detention dick whore.

Those fucked up minds make the sex so much better. It sounds weird I know but it’s true, something about their fucked up tortured past makes them fuck harder. So much built-up frustration and rage fighting to get set free. Consequently, I willingly offer up my many holes for their release. The problem is being the good girl, I would have to come up with creative ways to be able to go to detention.

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One day I just happened to be sent to the detention room on a mission, the officiator Mr. B was needed elsewhere and it was my job to inform him. In walks the detention dick whore, hungry eyes scanning the room for sissy boy toys. Seeing these guys pleased me. One was a movie gangbanger type black guy with a blinding sparkling chain. My fucked up head labeled him a drug dealer, I may be wrong but hey that’s the first thing I thought.

A few rows over sat your typical all-American white guy, sports jock type wearing his lettered jacket. Probably in for fighting, he has that look that screams all muscle and no brains. Completely different from the others and sort of out of place Mr Goodie-Two-Shoes sat front and center wearing glasses, a sloppy haircut, and khakis that were too short for his long skinny legs. Mr. B. sat at the desk his nose buried in a men’s magazine of some sort with the photo of a wanna-be detention dick whore on the cover.

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The “B” in Mr. B stood for bald, belly, or bitch, because he was a little bitch of a man, such a pussy and a waste. In my head, the “B” was for Bust. He’s shy when he talks to anything with a cunt. It scared him, or maybe it excited him too much he would get tense and almost shudder in mid-conversation. It was Mr. Bust to me.  In my mind, all day long he busted his nut and creamed all over himself inside his pants. What a fucking loser.

First, I adjusted my chest, secondly, I hiked up my skirt a little higher. And walked my detention dick whore ass over to place myself in front of his desk. I watched his eyes flicker from the pages to my thighs.  His eyeballs shook in their sockets straining.  They stared at that tiny gapped space just inches below the pink panties that held my sweet little puffed-up pussy. His chair rocked on its tiny squeaky wheels.  A hand went to cover what I was sure was the starting of a pathetic erection.

D Is For Detention Dick Whore

Detention dick whore here to service you.  I handed him the note as instructed.  He said “I have to go.  Could you sit in my place and make sure no one leaves until the bell rings?” I smiled sweetly.  I said, “Of course Mr. B I would be happy to help out.” To the guys, he said, “She is in charge .” He went walking just a little funny with his books covering his dick.

Finally, I turned around and hopped my cute little ass up on top of the desk. I looked up at the clock and then at the pickings in front of me. As I stretched my arms out,  I yawned.  I said, “I’m bored and there is so much time left until any of you can leave.  Which one of you will entertain this little detention dick whore first?”

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