Fucking the Principal — Sexy Mom Gets Punished!

I always had thoughts of fucking the principal.

Fucking the principal was something every woman thinks of every now and then.. especially if we had a hot principal or college dean. However, I never thought I’d be fucking my step-daughter’s principal! In a fun turn of events, I got to live out every naughty daydream I ever had about getting in trouble and getting sent to the principal’s office. Except in this reality, my stepdaughter was the one who got in trouble! However, it wasn’t really her fault and that’s why he wanted to meet with me. I had no idea why until I finally sat down in his chair. I had taken an early day from work when I finally made it to his office. As I sat in his chair and waited for him, my eyes wandered the room…

He had something on the wall that nobody else would really notice, but I did. It was almost decorative. There was a large, framed photograph of a racehorse on the wall, and right beside it was a riding crop. Together, it was perfectly subtle. It was no different than a baseball picture with a bat or catcher’s mitt hung up beside it. But I found myself staring at that riding crop a little longer, and it really wasn’t the kind used on horses. It was a BDSM riding crop. So when the principal actually entered the room to greet me, I already had a good idea of how kinky he was. I gave him a little smile and shook his hand, acting like I was none the wiser. But as he talked on and on, I tuned him out. I was too distracted by thoughts of fucking the principal.

I kept looking at the riding crop…

Finally, he noticed my attention drifting off, and he knew why. “You have no interest in this, do you?” He asked, leaning back in his seat. I gave him a mischievous little smile and simply shrugged, giving him the same attitude that had clearly gotten my stepdaughter in trouble in the first place. I giggled as I finally looked back at him. He promptly stood up from his chair, adjusting his dress shirt as he walked towards the painting. He removed the riding crop from the wall, resting it in both hands as he looked at me. “Because you keep looking at this like you want to be the one in detention instead.” Even if I held a sly smile and looked put-together, my cheeks blushed and gave it all away. I had daydreams of fucking the principal, but I never thought I’d put myself in such a situation.

“You wanna be the troublemaker, you can be the one in detention for it too.” He spoke firmly as he whipped the crop at the edge of my armrest, snapping me out of my fantasies immediately. He stepped over and took my hand, guiding me from the seat and bending me over the front of his desk. With one swift move, he hiked up my tight pencil skirt, exposing my sexy bubble butt, and the black thong and thigh highs underneath. I knew he loved the view. The first thing he did was grab a handful of my bouncy ass cheeks, spanking me with his bare palm. And then he started using the riding crop. Snap! That feeling cut through me like ecstasy.  He slowly pulled my black thong off, sliding his fingers into my wet pussy. I had always daydreamed of fucking the principal, and he finally knew it.

Fucking the principal turned me on so much.

He couldn’t hold back either. Seeing how wet I was finally drove him over the edge. He whipped my pretty ass one more time, and then had to indulge himself. Zip… I heard him undo his belt and zipper, and I was so insatiable that I pushed back against him immediately. Finally, I was grinding and pressing my pussy back directly against his cock, so dripping wet and ready for him to slide it in. I was living every dream I ever had of fucking the principal. And god, I wanted it so bad. Finally, he slid the head in, teasing me with it at first. And then he grabbed a handful of my long black hair, bunching it up and pulling me back against him as he pushed into me.

I moaned so loudly, that I had to muffle it into my hands so his assistants wouldn’t realize what we were doing. It felt amazing. I was dripping wet and bouncing my ass against him as he fucked me. I was practically twerking on his cock. His hands grabbed me by the hips, pulling me closer every time he pounded me. Just as I’d always thought of fucking the principal, I think it was his time finally fucking one of the sexy moms. He couldn’t get enough of me — and he didn’t use a condom either. I felt every bare inch of his cock filling me up, and I wanted it so much more… What would you do if you were in his shoes?

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