Laura Crestshaw knew exactly what was expected of her as she
sat in Principal Mackay's office, looking up at the impressive cock-bulge in
his tight pants. At twenty-five, she'd been through college and had already had
three county librarian jobs. Her problem, Laura had finally realized over the
years, was that she was too beautiful for her own good. Every guy who looked at
her wanted to fuck her . . . and Laura had never learned to say no to men.
"But Principal Mackay, I just want a job," she
said weakly, mentally anticipating the delicious taste of his prick. "I
know there's a librarian position open at this high school, and I just want the
chance to prove to you I can do the job."
"Your problem," Principal Mackay said slowly,
hands on his hips, crotch at eye-level to the stunning brunette with the
mouth-watering tits, "is that you must act on your own now and then. If
you want the job, you must ..."
"If I want the job, I must give you a blow-job," Laura
said, completing the sentence.
Looking at the front of Principal Mackay's pants, Laura could
see that he had an enormous prick. It was stretching down the leg of his pants,
long and thick, like a slumbering snake waiting to strike. She licked her full,
moist lips, making them shine even more invitingly.
Laura Crestshaw, a good librarian, was about to suck yet
another cock. It wasn't something that bothered her. In fact, she was looking
forward to it. The only thing that bothered her was that she knew her
insatiable need for cock was going to get her in trouble someday.
But she wasn't going to worry about that now. Not when a
prick that seemed the size of a baseball bat was waiting for her to chew on
with her lips, to take deep into her mouth until she drank thick, juicy bolts
of salty fuckcream, swirling the cum around in her mouth before swallowing
greedily.
"If you say I must ..."
"You don't have to," Principal Mackay said.
"You can get up and leave this instant, or you can stay and use your
head."
Laura uncrossed her legs, leaning forward in the chair, her
dark, shining eyes seemingly glued to the cock-bulge in Principal Mackay's
pants. She had her dark-brown hair swept back away from her face, piled and
pinned loosely at the back of her head, allowing several errant strands to fall
down the sides of her face, framing her in silken threads. Her eyes were dark
brown, with plucked, slender eyebrows above them and eyelashes that seemed very
long, highlighted with just a dab of mascara. Her nose was straight and even,
not too large or too small. Her lips, however, were full and red, glistening
with a light coat of gloss.
They
were cock-sucker's lips, as Laura had long ago had explained to her. A mouth
made for giving a man pleasure.. 