1. The Principal's Slut


    Date: 4/12/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Jasmine_x, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    This was the final straw, I knew it. Three times in the past month I had been sat outside the principal’s office. I glanced at the clock briefly; each second seemed to take forever to tick before I looked back at my mirror. I gazed into my big brown eyes, trying to make them water slightly. I knew if I seemed upset by the matter, I would possibly get off the hook with a slap on the wrist. I then began to pad foundation onto my face and adjust my long chestnut-brown hair. As the minutes rolled on, Mr. Peters, my math teacher, walked into the room. He maliciously looked at me with his bold, blue eyes. I couldn’t help but admire his tall, muscular stature topped off with his short, brown hair. “I’ll call you in a few minutes,” he said sternly as he walked into the office. I sighed slightly as he shut the door behind him and my eyes wandered back to the clock. As time went on, I started to rest my elbows on my knees and listen to their muffled voices whilst I thought of what my parents would say. Images of their disappointment began to replay in my mind; I knew I had to do something to make this whole thing right. I pulled my mirror out again and began to cover my face in makeup. Just as I finished coating my lips in lip gloss, the door opened once again. “Ms. Clark, you can come in now.” Peters said. Quickly throwing everything into my bag, I stood up and entered the office. The first thing I noticed was Mr. Patterson’s scowl as I walked in. His fingers were lightly drumming on ...
    the oak desk as I took a seat on the light blue couch. “Morgan, this is the third time I’ve seen you in four weeks,” he said irritably as he stood up. He opened the blinds allowing the sunlight to come in, blinding me slightly as it did. Whilst he stood there, watching the other students as they stood around in their groups of friends. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” he asked as he pulled a folder from the cabinet next to him. “I don’t know sir,” I mumbled as I looked at my feet. “Look at the principal when you’re speaking to him,” Mr. Peters ordered as he sat down on the couch next to me. “Calm down Phillip,” Patterson said as he turned and looked at me. “Morgan, you’ve been on a slippery slope since the semester began.” He walked back to his desk, throwing the folder down carelessly before sitting down. Both of their eyes were glued on me as Patterson began to flick his fingers through the documents. Blushing, I lowered my head to my feet again. “You’ve received complaints from about seventy percent of your teachers,” Patterson continued, “You’re lucky that you haven’t been expelled yet, that’s how serious this is.” Hearing him mention expulsion made me even more desperate to change his mind. Without thinking, I began to open my legs slightly letting him see straight up my skirt. I brought my eyes back to him, he seemed to be mesmerised by my white and red cotton panties. He paused for a few moments before clearing his throat. “I’m sure we could come to some kind ...
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