“I’ve found my swagger recently, so maybe it’s that,” I speculated, beginning to sense she might have somehow learned what I was packing and was interested in learning more about it… and maybe even taking it inside her.
“And what led to that?” she asked, her tone shifting ever so slightly from her usual rigid I’m-not-in-the-mood-for-any-monkey-business, to one that was slightly sensual… or at least it seemed so. But I still wasn’t sure if I was reading something into this… this interrogation? Or just a conversation?… that wasn’t really there.
“My Mom and a neighbor down the street we’ve recently gotten close to have been helping me learn several things about myself and about life,” I said, keeping what I was telling her as vague as possible, yet widening the scope of our conversation by planting some subtle seeds that could grow quickly to fruition if somehow she did know about my secret weapon.
So if she knew, she must want my cock. But she couldn’t just come out and say it.
But if she didn’t know, I wouldn’t mind letting her know about it. But I couldn’t just come out and say it either.
So we were possibly in essence playing a chess match… probably with both of us wanting to hurry to the fuck-mate.
“And what… exactly… have you learned about yourself?” she asked. Then after a pause, “And about life?”
“I’m not sure an informative answer would be school appropriate,” I said, planting more seeds, seeing if she’d allow herself to be drawn in.
“Oh Kevin, trust me. I’ve seen lots of things in this office and elsewhere around the school that were inappropriate,” she said. Then there was another pause, a lengthy one, before she added, “Actually, I saw something scandalously inappropriate earlier this very day.”
“Oh?” I said, still trying to figure her out. She was obviously an excellent poker player. And she seemed to be raising the ante, but she wasn’t revealing any of her cards.
“So tell me Kevin, what have you learned about yourself recently?” she repeated.
“Are you certain you want me to answer that question?” I asked, as her heel dropped to the floor with a thunk.
“Very certain,” she said, and she moved her black pantyhose-clad foot onto my crotch as she continued, “And here’s a pertinent little fact that might help loosen your tongue. Did you know there’s a camera in the cheerleaders change room? And it has a microphone?”
“That sounds to me like a serious violation of the cheerleaders’ privacy,” I said, flexing my cock against her foot.
“It doesn’t point toward the showers, or to the locker area where they change,” she said as she applied firm pressure to my cock.
“I see,” I said, playing it as cool as a cucumber (which by the way, is a stupid expression. I mean unless it just came out of the refrigerator, how cool is a cucumber? It isn’t very cool at all when it’s growing on the vine (or sometimes on a bush)).
“So I learned something about you today,” she said.
“Then I think we both know what that is,” I smiled, flexing my hardening cock against her foot again.
“You may be right,” she nodded, slowly rubbing her foot up and down on my crotch. “But I’m still curious; just what did you recently learn about life?”
“You want the actual truth?”
“Yes please, the truthful truth,” she nodded, ‘truthful truth’ being a phrase she often used in her addresses to the student body.
“I’ve recently experienced many occasions where girls or women become complete cock-hungry sluts, willing to do almost anything if it leads to their being allowed to suck or get fucked by a big, fat cock,” I answered bluntly. “But the cock needs to be a very big and fat one.”
“Is that so? she asked, now rubbing her foot on my dick in a slow, teasing, circular motion.
“My evidence is very compelling,” I answered.
“I bet it is, “she said. “And how long have you been gathering this data?”
“I didn’t learn it all at once, and my journey began in earnest only a week ago today. Although I learned a bit of it the previous weekend,” I admitted.
“I see,” she said, removing her foot and standing up.
“Would you care to investigate my hard evidence up close and personal, Principal Appleby?” I asked, my confidence growing more and more with each lustful woman willing to risk her reputation, her pride, and sometimes even her job to interact with my dick.
“I think I’d like that very much,” she said, dropping to her knees before me.
“Then I think whenever we’re alone together, we should both address each other by our first names. What shall I call you in private, Principal Appleby?”
“My friends… including a few intimate ones… call me Cynthia.”
“Then go right ahead and check it out, Cynthia,” I said, looking down at her.
She brought her hands to my pants, undid them, and pulled out my cock. Even though she’d likely already seen it via the video camera, I imagine at such a distance it couldn’t possibly have done my equipment justice. It was far more magnificent up close and personal, and even better inside a woman’s hole… any of her holes.
“Oh my, Kevin,” she gasped as she grasped it.
“What do you think of my theory now that you’re handling the evidence?” I asked, for some reason playing her silly game and enjoying it. Seeing the most powerful person in the school captivated and enthralled with my dick, and seeing her on her knees with it in her hands was quite the coup, and quite the cock-throbbing rush.
“You’ve quickly developed a very strong case,” she opined as she slowly stroked my cock.
“My evidence is even more convincing when you inspect it closely, Cynthia,” I said, standing up to make it easier for her to do what she obviously wanted to do.
“I think you’re correct; I must be thorough in this investigation,” she said. “Especially since your theory is so blatantly sexist and egotistical. Which isn’t to say it lacks merit.”
“I’m just displaying the evidence that proves my theory,” I said as she stared at my cock.
“It’s so fucking big,” she said, literally unable to take her eyes off my dick, and then our silly wordplay came to an end.
“Suck it, Cynthia,” I ordered.
“I can’t believe you’re packing such a huge cock, Kevin!”
“And I know how to use it,” I emphasized, as I took control and slid it into her mouth… thus ending the ‘will she or won’t she’, since now we both knew how this encounter would be ending.
As soon as I’d helped her cross that final line… which she’d actually crossed the moment she escorted me into her office… she began bobbing.
“That’s it,” I said. “Show me how much you love my big, fat cock.”
“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned on my cock as she bobbed. Most women started slowly, taking enough time to get used to my length and girth… but Cynthia really went to town the moment she started on my cock.
She took my first six inches with ease, smoothly bobbing back and forth.