Page 31 of Sinister Legacy
He palms my ass, teasing my clit before ordering me to pull my ass cheeks apart.
With the side of my face pressed to the paperwork on the desk, I stare at the closed blinds while spreading my ass. The nip in the air licks at my sensitive folds.
I hate myself for the throbbing in my clit.
Principal Byrne taps the pink butt plug in my ass. “So pretty. Now pull it out, let me see your stretched hole.”
Reaching behind me, I grab hold of the flared base and slowly inch it out.
“Bear down. Open yourself.”
I feel his fingers around my stretched asshole, circling the ring of muscles. He smacks my ass hard enough to make me yelp, and I bite down on my lip to stifle a moan.
The desk chair creaks. He opens a drawer, and the distinct click of the lube bottle cuts through the silence like a sharp knife. After I’m lubed up and my hole is teased, he grabs my dark hair and sinks his cock into my ass. Then he proceeds to fuck me on the desk like a rutting animal.
He smacks me, pulls my hair, calls me a whore.
And I take it all. Like I always do.
Both hating and loving every second.
I once saw another girl walk in here, and hot, fiery jealousy burned through me. That’s how sick I am.
Someone tries the handle, and Principal Byrne clamps his meaty hand over my mouth, but he doesn’t stop fucking my ass. If anything, he takes me harder, digging his sweaty fingers into my cheeks.
The stab wound on my shoulder throbs with pain, but it has little on the burning pleasure that steals my breath. My pussy weeps, making a mess of the front of his suit pants.
There’s an urgent knock on the door. But whoever it is must think Principal Byrne is out, because the footsteps outside retreat.
I come. I can’t fucking stop it as it surges through me with enough power to force a muffled scream from my lips.
“I told you that you weren’t allowed to fucking come, you dirty little whore.”
Principal Byrne releases inside me and slides his meaty finger from my cheek and into my mouth to tease the back of my throat. I gag while he fills me up with his cum.
And then he reaches for the pink butt plug on the desk, carefully slides his cock out, and plugs me. “There, you can keep my cum in your ass all day now for being such a greedy little whore. I’ll know if you take it out before I tell you that you can.” He drags a finger through the sticky arousal on the inside of my thigh. “Naughty girl.”
With a slap to my reddened ass, he steps back and zips himself away. I know the drill. I stay bent over his desk with my ass in the air until he tells me I can leave.
As soon as the words leave his chapped, sweaty lips, I straighten up and pull down my skirt. I can still feel him in my ass, and the friction and weight from the plug shouldn’t arouse me this much. But it does.
I hurry out of his office, keeping my head low as I make my way to my lockers with his cum trapped in my ass.
My office smells of sex, so I open the window for fresh air. Smirking to myself, I collect the crumpled papers on the desk and shove them all into my drawer before reaching for the remote tucked in the top one. I aim it at the hidden camera on the bookshelf and press the off switch. Over the last year, I’ve collected enough of these videos to start my own fucking movie company. Madison is my favorite, because, unlike the other girls, she enjoys it in her own twisted way.
In fact, I sold one of her clips to a porn site the other day. She’s a little gem, that one. I expect she’ll earn me a nice little penny on the side. But of course, there’s always the risk of being found out. My office is recognizable, but the internet is a vast black hole, much like her sweet ass, so the likelihood is low.
Besides, if one of the teachers here found one of my videos, would they want to admit to watching it? Pausing and rewinding? Unlikely.
And how could anyone prove it’s me?
So it’s my office? Circumstantial at best.
The girls could talk, sure. But the secrets I have on all of them ensure they’ll keep their pretty little lips shut.
More than Madison’s ass and her choked whimpers, I enjoy the thrill of knowing I could get caught.
That it could ruin my career.
