Sexy Hotwife Disciplined By The Principal

She’ll do whatever it takes to keep her son in school.

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Expelling students was a part school discipline that I had never relished. At least I hadn’t, until I realised what an excellent opportunity it was.

In my younger years, I had been oblivious to the power of my office, but as I matured and the school’s reputation grew, so did parent’s desire to keep their kids enrolled.

The problem for them was, their wealth tended to create bratty children incapable of behaving themselves or exercising the slightest modicum of discipline.

So suspensions were frequent and expulsions occurred with greater regularity than you might think. It didn’t bother me, as the best school in town we had a waiting list a mile long. Often we just sent the delinquents packing and notified the parents that they wouldn’t be returning.

In rare exceptions, I invited the parent into my office, in the off chance that remedial action might be taken.

There was a knock at the door.

Today was one of those days.

The door opened and Charlotte, my attractive assistant poked her head inside. “Principal Watkins, Mrs Tait to see you, sir.”

“Very well, show her in.”

The door opened and Charlotte ushered Mrs. Tait into the room.

I smiled, rose from my seat and offered her the chair opposite my desk. Mrs. Tait was stunning. Most of the moms were. A tight black skirt, white blouse, black jacket and a set of heels, she was everything most men desired in a woman.

She certainly had me more than a little excited.

Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and the sunglasses she usually wore were hanging from the front of the deep v-cut blouse she wore.

Clearly she was hoping to distract me from my course. It was going to take considerably more than that tempting view of her ample double d breasts. Though they were a tempting distraction.

I did like a nice set of natural tits, and hers seemed to struggle against the bra she was wearing, almost spilling over the top of it in a bid to be free.

“Mrs. Tait, thanks for coming on such short notice. But with Michael’s conduct today, I didn’t think we could wait any longer.”

“Yes, headmaster, I agree. If Michael has been misbehaving we need to nip it in the bud.”

I let the smile fade from my face

“I’m afraid we’re well past that,” I replied. “Your son was caught drinking in the dorms and normal discipline won’t do. I’m afraid my hands are tied he is going to need to be expelled.

Mrs Tait’s eyes bulged. She couldn’t even be forty years old. Clearly the lucky bastard she’d married at the tender age of eighteen had been quick to put a baby in her. I’d have done exactly the same, though it wouldn’t have been a weedy little runt like Michael.

No with my genes, our baby would have been an ebony adonis.

“You can’t kick him out, not midyear. We have already paid our fees. I, uh.” Her confusion was almost adorable.

“Mrs Tait. Not only can we expel him, but the code of conduct makes it very clear we can do so irrespective of progress through the school year, or the state of your account. Not to worry, they’ll provide a refund of everything beyond the current term and you’re welcome to seek enrolment elsewhere. I will do the courtesy of not providing a written censure on his record. To better allow you to pursue education elsewhere.”

“Mr. Watkins? You can’t be serious?”

“Mrs. Tait, I leaned forward. “I’m deadly serious, if the board knew I made an exception for your child, it would be my job. Unfortunately Michael was caught, and now we’re both here dealing with this unpleasantness.”

“What am I going to tell his father?” She replied. “He graduated from here you know?”

“Mrs. Tait, frankly that’s not my problem. Michael is currently in detention, but I’ll have him brought down to the office so that you can clear out his locker and his dorm room. We’ll need them vacant, when I last checked we had 129 applications for his year level. The new student will be here by the end of the week.”

“Please Mr. Watkins, I’m begging you, there must be something you can do.”

I tried not to smile. This is where it always ended up. Beautiful but desperate mothers, bargaining to make up for their delinquent children.

“Well it’s been a while since I’ve had my cock sucked.” I leaned back in my chair as Mrs. Tait’s eyes almost popped out of their socket.

“Mr. Watkins, you can’t be serious,” her mouth drooped open.

Oh yes, those lips would do nicely.

“Principal Watkins,” I corrected. “And I am,” I placed one hand on my desk.

“You’d like me to make an exception for your son, that could get me fired. I have a great gig going here, so if you want me to risk it, you’re going to need to offer me something worthwhile. I’ll take you.”

“Me?” Mrs. Tait placed a hand on her ample chest. “I couldn’t possibly.”

“Then we’re all done here and you can head upstairs and help your son clean out his locker,” I replied. “Or you can come and sit on my lap, take a little school discipline and this little incident can be swiftly forgotten. Who knows, you might even enjoy yourself.”

Mrs. Tait breathed heavily, each motion causing her chest to rise and fall. For a moment I thought I’d pushed too hard, but she soon rose from her seat, slowly rounded my mahogany desk and paused in front of me.

I pat my thigh. “Take a seat Mrs. Tait.”

“Please, call me Melanie.”

“Melanie, sit down. I won’t bite,” I let my voice trail off. “Hard.”

She lowered herself onto my thigh, her hands perched in my lap. “As long as Michael can stay, Principal, I’ll do anything you want.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist. “That’s the sort of can do spirit I can get behind.”

And I planned to get behind her. The eager white trophy wife was showing incredible promise for an entertaining afternoon dalliance. I raised my hand, and placed my palm on her impressive bust.

Melanie gasped, but didn’t move.

“These are certainly impressive. Your husband is a lucky man.”

Her cheeks turned bright red.

I undid the first two buttons, revealing a black lacy push up bra that seemed entirely unnecessary but produced a scandalous result, nonetheless.

I undid the rest and pushed her shirt and jacket off her shoulders. My dark skin against her fair complexion was an enticing contrast. I couldn’t wait to see more of it.

My cock stirred beneath her ass. I peeled the straps off her shoulders. I didn’t bother with the clasp, I just pulled the whole bra downward and let the weight of her considerable tits do the rest of the work.

They spilled out into my hands, and I couldn’t help but knead the supple flesh. Her pretty pink nipples capped the widest areola I’d ever seen.

“My word,” I muttered. “If these aren’t the biggest tiddies I’ve ever had the pleasure of playing with.”

Melanie tried to speak, but I rolled her nipple between my fingers. Her words dissolved into a gasp, and then morphed into a moan.

“Oh you like that, don’t you?” I laughed. “You’re going to enjoy this even more. I moved her like she weighed nothing at all. Raising her and then depositing her in my lap so that she was now straddling me. It made it a lot easier for my swelling cock, but more importantly it brought those impressive breasts a little closer.

I gripped one in my hand, it was soft and warm. Leaning closer I pulled her into me, then wrapped my lips around her nipple.

“Ohh,” Melanie gasped as my tongue flicked across her nipple repeatedly.

I changed from one nipple to the other. Squeezing them as I sucked more of her ample tit into my mouth. I suckled on her sweet tit until they were hard as pebbles.

Melanie trembled as I tasted them. The more I did, the more I wanted. I hiked up her skirt. There was a thin lacy g-string in the way. I gripped it with both hands, and pulled.

The flimsy fabric tore, leaving her freshly shaved pussy exposed. Her lips glistened with arousal. I pulled her into me, grinding my tenting cock against her exposed sex.

She gasped, and I pulled her in, covering her lips with mine.

“Can you feel that, Melanie?” I chuckled. “That’s a big black cock. I promise, you’ve never had anything like it in your life.”

Her face told me I was right, but her lips still protested. “For my son,” she whispered.

“You tell yourself anything you need to,” I replied. “You’ll be begging for it soon enough.”

Peeling down my zipper, I freed my cock. It sprang free. All ten inches of it. Melanie paused. “Oh my…”

I brushed the head of my meaty weapon against her, lubing it with her arousal and then drove it home.

Melanie’s shriek of pleasure filled the office.

She was incredibly tight, and the feel of my cock stretching that sweet married pussy was getting me even harder. “Hubby not packing one of these?”

“No,” she groaned.

“That’s because it’s a proper cock.” I gripped her by her waist and raised her before slamming back into her. “Now be a good wife and take it all.”

I wrapped my lips around her big puffy nipple and sucked it between my teeth. She moaned louder and louder as she rode me in my office. It wasn’t long before she threw back her head, bucking wildly as she ground my cock right against her g-spot.

“Harder, please,” Melanie begged. “Please, fuck me harder.”

I obliged, thrusting up into her with everything I had until that sweet little white housewife, spasmed on top of me. “I’m cumming.”

Her confession wasn’t news to me, I could feel her resistance dissipate as she humped me for all she was worth.

I let her ride her pleasure out of me, after all, I wasn’t in a hurry. If I played my cards right she’d be back for more.

“That’s it Melanie, ride that big cock,” I teased. “Ride it nice and hard, you’ll want the memory for later tonight when you’re enduring your lame hubby’s little dick.”

The look on her face told me I was on the money. I let her ride me at her own pace until she ran out of steam.

“That was incredible,” she panted as she came to a standstill.

“My turn,” I chuckled as I stood up and dumped her on my desk. turning her around, I bent her over my desk. I took her in one deep stroke. Reaching around her, I played with those perfect natural tits as I took her tight pussy again, and again, and again.

“Here, let me see if I can’t give you a more impressive heir,” I chuckled.

“Wait, what?” Melanie looked back over her shoulder.

“Anything I want,” I replied. “That was the deal.”

“You’re right,” she panted. Looking at me with those big blue eyes. “Please Principal, I want to feel you inside me. Fill me up.”

My release was like a floodgate breaking. I grunted as I filled her married pussy, each stroke feeding her a little more of my seed. Melanie came again as I pumped more and more into her.

As I withdrew, I spanked her bubble butt. “I think we can see our way to ensure Michael remains at the school.”

I paused, an eager bull surveying his prize. “But I’m going to need you to stop by the office form time to time, ensure things stay that way.”

Melanie didn’t turn, she just nodded. “Yes, principal.”

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