My First Time: Seduced in the Principal’s Office
The office door clicked shut. Heart hammering. Alone with them. Lucille Dia and Véronique Marin. Tall, stunning. Black skin glowing against pale porcelain. My chair creaked as I shifted. School emptying out. Bell echoed far away. But here, silence thick like sweat. I cleared my throat. ‘No more kissing in public.’ Words stumbled out. Pathetic. They stared. Véronique’s big eyes innocent. Lucille’s smirk dangerous. Fear twisted in my gut. Desire flickered low. My wife at home. Boring TV nights. This? Forbidden. They leaned in. Lips met. Soft. Wet. Right there. Pulse raced. No turning back. Erection throbbed. Hands shook. What now? Yell? Run? Or watch?
Véronique’s voice sweet poison. ‘Does this shock you?’ They kissed deeper. Tongues dancing. Lucille’s hand on her breast. Squeezing. Nipples hard through fabric. Breath caught. I stood frozen. They stripped tops. Breasts spilled out. Ebony curves, creamy swells. Pressed together. Moaning soft. Fingers dove under panties. Wet sounds. Gyrating hips. My cock strained. Pants tight. They eyed me. Hungry. Lucille dropped first. Knees hit floor. Zipper down. Cool air on hot skin. Her dark lips wrapped my purple head. Tongue swirled. Sucked deep. Véronique joined. Two mouths fighting. Sloppy. Growling. Saliva dripped. Thrusting hips. Xavier burst in. Dropped papers. Stared. But they didn’t stop. Door shut. He stroked himself. Watching.
The Approach
Lucille on desk. Papers flying. Legs spread. Black thighs quivering. I plunged in. Hot. Tight. Gripping. Pounding hard. Sweat poured. Glasses fogged. Véronique climbed over. Cunt on Lucille’s face. Licking slurps. Juices smeared. Her tits mashed. Cries building. My balls tightened. Pulled out. Spurted ropes of cum on ebony belly. They shattered too. Screams raw. Xavier grunted against wall. Cum splattered floor. Heat hung heavy. Bodies slick. Shame crashed in. Pulled up pants. Avoided eyes. Innocence gone. No more the stern principal. Just a man awakened. They grinned. ‘We go further usually.’ Heart still raced. But now? Craved more. Adulthood hit hard. No regrets. Only hunger.
