1. The Vice Principal


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Boy, Female Domination, Masturbation, Older Female / Males, School, Author: Occulent, Rating: 81.1, Source: sexstories.com

    started slinging sperm all over the stall. I frantically covered the head with my hand, and felt the warm goo on my fingers, then on my shaft and pool on my balls. After a final tremendous heave the pleasure started to subside, but I longingly kept pumping myself for a few more seconds. "Williamson! What are you doing?" a stern voice said. My eyes jerked open and I was shocked to see the stall door had opened, and that Ms Aziz, the vice principal, was standing there with her hands folded, looking into the stall. How had she opened it? How had I not heard her come in? I don't know. All I know is that I was sitting on the toilet in a cum covered cubicle, my sizable cock in my hand and that I was looking very dishevelled. "M..m.. Ms Aziz! Nothing! I mean..." I started to splutter, while frantically reaching for the toilet paper. "That is a very interesting nothing, Williamson. Do you know what will happen if I take action on this? Masturbation in the toilets is certainly not allowed!" she said severely, stepping into the stall. "I'm sorry Ms Aziz, I'm not sure how that happened... Please don't tell..." I said, not knowing what to say, gabbling. Ms Aziz was at least 45, with long thick wavey black hair. She had olive skin, was medium height, and was very plump, but with tapered hips. She usally wore a suit, but today she was just wearing a shirt, no jacket. I noted with shock that her shirt was unbuttoned half way down, and open, revealing the deep dark cavern between her ...
    enormous her breasts, which sagged like beautiful warm pendulums. The shirt had caught on her barely covered her dark nipples, which were standing up like tacks. "I have been watching you, Williamson", she said quietly, taking another step towards me. She unzipped her skirt, and the material strained as she pulled it down over her large ass and massive thighs. She was wearing a thong which struggled to hold on to the vast expanses of flesh, and I immeadiately could smell her sex. My throat tightened as I imagined what she might be going to do. She roughly grabbed my shirt and pulled me forwards off the toilet and shoved me onto the floor. "I will keep quiet, Williamson, if you are compliant," she said curtly, and with that she stepped over me, and pushed my head back so that it was it was resting on the toilet and I was looking at the roof. She pulled her thong aside to reveal her gaping, dripping cunt, and then with one foot on either side of me she lowered herself down onto my face. I could not believe what was happening. Had Ms Aziz, the vice principal, just sat on my face? I could not think clearly, because my ears were covered by her thick thighs, my mouth was filled with a warm slippery mess of her sexual fluids, and all my eyes could see were the two huge brown lobes of her breasts, which had broken free from the shirt and were hanging above me."Hmmmm...." she moaned, as if she was not really there at all. She reached down with both hands and intertwined them in my hair, and ...
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