Presley’s hand, dragging him through
the deserted hallways of McGuire Prep. McGuire Preparatory was the most
expensive and exclusive private school on the west coast. Politicians, sports
figures, doctors, and lawyers all sent their children there.
The
hallways were paneled with mahogany wood and the tiled floors were always waxed
to shiny perfection. Presley’s leather loafers slid as Marcia pulled him along.
Presley McGuire wasn’t your typical principal. He was a stone-cold heart throb
who the teachers and mothers had fallen head-over-heels for. The school had
been founded by his great-grandfather, hence the reason Presley was principal
and his father was the dean.
“Where
are we going?” he asked Marcia for the fifth time. “Why are you being so
secretive?”
She
glanced over her shoulder. “I found a new place. I’m tired of doing it in my
classroom all the time.”
There
were only two places in the school where Presley’d had sexual encounters—the
backstage of the auditorium and Marcia’s classroom.
She
paused at the doors of the cafeteria. By now the cafeteria ladies would be gone.
The janitors clean up right after lunch, so the place should have been empty. She
pushed through the double doors. “There’s just something about doing it where
you can get caught.”
Presley
agreed except for when the place was in a school where they worked. They could
both lose their jobs or worse. Marcia wanted to hear none of it as she
playfully shoved Presley through the double doors. Presley smacked her ass. She
chased him around the lunch tables. After a moment, they ended up in the
kitchen.
Presley
was ready to go. He and Marcia never wasted much time on foreplay. He grabbed
her waist and hoisted her up on the stainless steel counter. Marcia was perfect
in his eyes. She had tan skin that made her green eyes flash brighter and jet
black hair what fell down her back. She was a curvy woman with tits and ass
that he couldn’t keep his eyes off.
Immediately
he attacked her sexy, pouty lips with his own. She was a good kisser. As they
kissed, his hands traveled up her firm thighs, pushing up her skirt. She never
wore pants—easy access for him.
Marcia’s
stroked Presley’s cock through his pants. “Hmmm, feels like somebody’s happy to
see me, Principal McGuire.” She unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down and
shoved her hand down his boxer briefs. Marcia stroked his cock back and forth
and their tongues intertwined.
Presley
shoved his hands between her legs sliding two fingers into her lace panties. He
rubbed her throbbing clit, and she thrust her thighs back and forth moving in
rhythm with him.
After
a minute, they were ripping at each other’s shirts and bottoms until they were
both standing completely naked. Presley threw her down on the counter ready to
take her until Marcia stopped him. “No. Get something from the fridge.
Something yummy.”
There
were several industrial sized refrigerators in the school’s kitchen. Presley
searched through a few of them before he found a canister of whipped cream the
cafeteria workers used for the chocolate pudding.
Marcia
grinned when he brought it over. “That’s perfect.” She adjusted herself so that
her entire body was laying flat on the counter. Presley squeezed whipped cream
on each of her nipples, then he crouched over her to suck it off. Once the
cream was gone, he sucked on her hard nipples, pinching and pulling with his
teeth just a bit.
Marcia
ground her hips in pleasure as she rubbed her clit with her index finger. He
then took the whipped cream and squeezed a tiny clump on the opening of her
vagina. He licked it off, his tongue grazing and flicking her clit, Marcia
moaned louder and louder. Thank God they were in a deserted part of the school.
Next,
Marcia found a bottle of chocolate syrup. Presley took her place on the counter
as she completely covered his cock and balls with the syrup. Then with that
sexy mouth of her, she proceeded to
the deserted hallways of McGuire Prep. McGuire Preparatory was the most
expensive and exclusive private school on the west coast. Politicians, sports
figures, doctors, and lawyers all sent their children there.
The
hallways were paneled with mahogany wood and the tiled floors were always waxed
to shiny perfection. Presley’s leather loafers slid as Marcia pulled him along.
Presley McGuire wasn’t your typical principal. He was a stone-cold heart throb
who the teachers and mothers had fallen head-over-heels for. The school had
been founded by his great-grandfather, hence the reason Presley was principal
and his father was the dean.
“Where
are we going?” he asked Marcia for the fifth time. “Why are you being so
secretive?”
She
glanced over her shoulder. “I found a new place. I’m tired of doing it in my
classroom all the time.”
There
were only two places in the school where Presley’d had sexual encounters—the
backstage of the auditorium and Marcia’s classroom.
She
paused at the doors of the cafeteria. By now the cafeteria ladies would be gone.
The janitors clean up right after lunch, so the place should have been empty. She
pushed through the double doors. “There’s just something about doing it where
you can get caught.”
Presley
agreed except for when the place was in a school where they worked. They could
both lose their jobs or worse. Marcia wanted to hear none of it as she
playfully shoved Presley through the double doors. Presley smacked her ass. She
chased him around the lunch tables. After a moment, they ended up in the
kitchen.
Presley
was ready to go. He and Marcia never wasted much time on foreplay. He grabbed
her waist and hoisted her up on the stainless steel counter. Marcia was perfect
in his eyes. She had tan skin that made her green eyes flash brighter and jet
black hair what fell down her back. She was a curvy woman with tits and ass
that he couldn’t keep his eyes off.
Immediately
he attacked her sexy, pouty lips with his own. She was a good kisser. As they
kissed, his hands traveled up her firm thighs, pushing up her skirt. She never
wore pants—easy access for him.
Marcia’s
stroked Presley’s cock through his pants. “Hmmm, feels like somebody’s happy to
see me, Principal McGuire.” She unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down and
shoved her hand down his boxer briefs. Marcia stroked his cock back and forth
and their tongues intertwined.
Presley
shoved his hands between her legs sliding two fingers into her lace panties. He
rubbed her throbbing clit, and she thrust her thighs back and forth moving in
rhythm with him.
After
a minute, they were ripping at each other’s shirts and bottoms until they were
both standing completely naked. Presley threw her down on the counter ready to
take her until Marcia stopped him. “No. Get something from the fridge.
Something yummy.”
There
were several industrial sized refrigerators in the school’s kitchen. Presley
searched through a few of them before he found a canister of whipped cream the
cafeteria workers used for the chocolate pudding.
Marcia
grinned when he brought it over. “That’s perfect.” She adjusted herself so that
her entire body was laying flat on the counter. Presley squeezed whipped cream
on each of her nipples, then he crouched over her to suck it off. Once the
cream was gone, he sucked on her hard nipples, pinching and pulling with his
teeth just a bit.
Marcia
ground her hips in pleasure as she rubbed her clit with her index finger. He
then took the whipped cream and squeezed a tiny clump on the opening of her
vagina. He licked it off, his tongue grazing and flicking her clit, Marcia
moaned louder and louder. Thank God they were in a deserted part of the school.
Next,
Marcia found a bottle of chocolate syrup. Presley took her place on the counter
as she completely covered his cock and balls with the syrup. Then with that
sexy mouth of her, she proceeded to
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