The next day, Emily could barely focus. Her pussy and ass still ached deliciously from Mr. Thompson's rough fucking, a constant reminder of how he'd claimed her over his desk. She shifted in her seat during homeroom, feeling the trickle of his dried cum flaking off her skin under her panties—no bra today, her nipples rubbing raw against her blouse with every breath. All she could think about was round two after school. Would he bend her over again? Make her ride him this time? Her clit throbbed at the thought.
But fate—or Mr. Thompson—had other plans. During lunch, a note slipped into her locker: Principal's office. 3 PM sharp. Wear nothing under your skirt. - Your Teacher. Her heart raced. Principal Reyes? The stern, curvaceous Latina in her late 30s, with killer curves, full D-cup tits that strained her pencil skirts, and an ass like a shelf? Rumors swirled she was a dominatrix type—whips in her drawer, spanking naughty girls. Emily's pussy clenched. Was this a setup?
At 3 PM, she knocked on the principal's door, skirt hiked scandalously high, no panties, her bare lips already slick. "Enter," came Reyes' sultry voice. Inside, Mr. Thompson lounged against the desk, arms crossed, smirking. Principal Reyes sat behind it, legs crossed, her tight blouse unbuttoned just enough to show lace bra and deep cleavage. "Lock the door, Miss Carter," Reyes commanded, her dark eyes devouring Emily's body.
Emily obeyed, pulse pounding. "What's this about, ma'am?"
Reyes stood, circling her like prey—tall heels clicking, hips swaying hypnotically. "Mr. Thompson tells me you've been a very naughty girl. Teasing in class, fucking your teacher like a desperate slut. Is that true?" Emily glanced at Thompson, who nodded, his cock already tenting his pants.
"Y-yes, Principal Reyes. I couldn't help it. He made me so wet."
Reyes laughed, low and throaty. "Good. We don't tolerate sluts here... unless they serve." She grabbed Emily's chin, forcing eye contact. "Strip. Everything off."
Trembling with excitement, Emily peeled off her blouse, skirt dropping to reveal her naked body—shaved pussy glistening, tits heaving. Reyes groped her roughly, pinching nipples until Emily yelped. "On your knees. Worship us."
Emily knelt, unzipping Thompson first. His massive cock sprang out, still musky from yesterday. She sucked hungrily, moaning around it as Reyes hiked up her own skirt—no panties either, her thick, hairy pussy dripping onto Emily's face. "Lick me, puta," Reyes ordered, grinding down. Emily's tongue dove in, lapping at the principal's swollen clit, tasting tangy juices while deepthroating Thompson's shaft. Spit and pussy nectar mixed, dripping down her chin as Reyes face-fucked her with her hips, Thompson thrusting balls-deep.
"Fuck her throat," Reyes purred, watching. Thompson obliged, skull-fucking Emily until tears streamed, her gags echoing. Then Reyes pulled her up, bending her over the principal's desk—ass high, pussy and asshole exposed. "Time for punishment."
Reyes fetched a thick strap-on from her drawer—black, 9 inches, veined like the real thing. She lubed it with Emily's own squirt, then rammed it into her pussy without mercy. "Take it, you little whore!" Emily screamed in bliss, walls stretching around the girth as Reyes pounded her like a jackhammer, tits slapping against Emily's back. Thompson watched, stroking his cock, then fed it into Emily's mouth to muffle her cries.
Switching holes, Reyes yanked out and slammed into Emily's ass—still loose from yesterday but gripping tight. "Your shithole's made for cock," Reyes growled, pegging her savagely while spanking her cheeks red. Thompson took her pussy next, double-penetrating her in a filthy sandwich. Emily was stuffed full—ass and cunt crammed with throbbing meat and silicone, bodies slapping wetly. "Oh fuck! I'm your fucktoy! Use me!" she wailed, squirting violently around Thompson's pistoning cock.
Reyes came first, grinding her clit against the strap-on harness, flooding Emily's back with her squirt. Thompson followed, roaring as he pumped her pussy full of thick cum—breeding her deep, excess oozing out. Reyes pulled out, making Emily clean the strap-on with her tongue, ass-to-mouth style, tasting her own ass and pussy.
But they weren't done. Reyes strapped Emily into the office chair, legs spread wide with cuffs from the drawer. Thompson fucked her tits, sliding his cum-slick cock between the soft mounds while Reyes devoured her clit—sucking, fingering, three digits knuckle-deep in her cum-filled hole. Emily bucked, cumming again and again, a squirting mess that soaked the chair.
Finally, they uncuffed her, all three collapsing in a heap of sweat and fluids. "You're ours now," Thompson whispered, kissing her cum-swollen lips. Reyes smirked. "Detention every day. And bring friends if you want."
Emily grinned, pussy twitching for tomorrow. School had just gotten a whole lot dirtier.