“Shit!” I threw my half-smoked cigarette into the toilet and flushed. But, hearing the fall of footsteps on the linoleum that covered the bathroom floor I realized my attempts at getting rid of the evidence quickly had failed. A loud rap on the door of the stall in which I stood confirmed it.
“Alright, open up! Play times over.” A voice boomed. Why do teachers insist on speaking as if they’re starring in some low budget detective movie?
No use delaying the evitable I thought as I slid the lock and pulled open the door.
“Hey Mr. Somers!” I smiled, feigning innocence. “You do realize this is the girl’s bathroom right?”
“I do, Ms. Winters…do you realize that this isn’t a smoking lounge?” He crossed his arms over his chest, blocking me from exiting.
“I wasn’t smoking.” I crossed my arms also, mirroring his stance.
“Nice try.” He shook his head, “give me the pack…I want your lighter as well.”
“I don’t have any, I told you I wasn’t smoking.” I wasn’t giving in just yet.
“We can do this the hard way if you’d like. It’s up to you.” Again, this guy watches way too much Law & Order.
I decided to call his bluff, figuring he wouldn’t search me in a million years…lawsuits. I held his gaze steadily, saying nothing. Daring him.
“Okay.” He nodded and stepped forward, nearly entering the stall completely. Surely he wouldn’t…but I didn’t get to finish my thought, his hands were on me in a flash, slipping into my pockets.
He pulled the pack out of my pocket and held it up with a smug smile.
I rolled my eyes, but remained silent…waiting for the lecture and punishment that was surely on its way. He leaned in close and tossed the cigarettes onto the back of my toilet. My body flushed with the heat of desire as his tie brushed against my breasts.
Then, even though he had already found what he had been looking for he knelt in front of me and began to slide his hands up my thighs. My heart began to pound and I had to fight to keep my hands from tangling in his hair to pull him closer to me.
I wanted him. I had wanted him for a very long time. Had imagined more than once whether he would be a gentle lover or if he took what he wanted aggressively. If he liked to fuck or make love. My money was on fucking.
A quiet sigh of pleasure jarred me from my thoughts and I realized with embarrassment that it had come from me. He stilled his hand, but a small knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Setting about his search once more he inched his hand higher until it rested against my pussy…another moan, louder this time, slipped past my lips as his thumb swept across my already hard clit through the dark denim of my jeans.
“I see you watching me Ms. Winters…” he whispered, stroking me harder. “I see you, and I know what you want.”
“No you don’t.” I argued, but the quiver in my voice told him I was lying.
He moved his hand away and stood, leaving me surging with frustration. He brushed my hair away from my neck and placed a gentle kiss there before whispering into my ear, “Smoking will not be tolerated and you’ve been a bad girl. I’ll need to see you here tomorrow for Saturday school. Do you understand?”
I nodded once, and with that, he was gone, leaving me to wonder if it had really even happened.

The next morning I arrived to find the front entrance of the school unlocked, but deserted. Was I the only one condemned to Saturday school this week? On the rare, unfortunate occasions I had been relegated to school on the weekend there had been at least ten or fifteen other students. The thought that I wasn’t here for punishment crept into my mind, but I pushed it away.
I looked around, I let my bag slide from my arm to rest on the floor near my feet and leaned against the wall to wait. I slid my lip-gloss from my pocket and was carefully brushing it on when I heard him come around the corner.
“There you are!” Mr. Somers’ voice echoed through the empty halls. “It’s just you today. Come with me.”
I grabbed my things and we walked through the corridors side by side in silence. I felt flustered and anxious, yet filled with lust and anticipation. Our bodies moved closely together as we made our way down the halls. It became darker the deeper we into the school we went and I began to feel impatient. After all, we were alone. Didn’t he want me? What had yesterday been about?
I was trying to work up the courage to ask him when he suddenly stopped and pressed me against a door. And though I faced away from it I knew we stood before the principal’s office.
Mr. Somers pushed my legs apart with his knee and covered my mouth with his own in a perfect kiss, slipping his hand underneath my shirt to circle my already erect nipples with his fingertips. The satin of my bra causing his fingers to glide against me smoothly.
But just as quickly, he stepped away. Leaving me panting with unrequited desire for the second time in as many days.
He pointed towards the door behind me. “Don’t keep him waiting. He gets very impatient.” And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone and confused.
I watched him until he turned the corner and disappeared from sight, then turned the handle of the door.
I stepped into the reception area outside the principal’s office. It was windowless and nearly dark, lit only by a small desk lamp that sat on his secretary’s empty desk.
I started to sit in a chair, unsure of what to do, but he called to me. “Come in.” His familiar voice, so gentle normally, sounded much louder in the silence of the school.
His door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open as I entered his domain. He sat behind his massive desk, one small lamp casting him in a beautiful, soft light.
Though I wanted Mr. Somers badly, I wanted Mr. Bieber more. Sex poured from him. His eyes always looked a little sleepy, but when he looked at me it was as though he could see right inside of me. As if he could read every dirty thought I had ever had about him, every fantasy I had ever indulged in…and that he liked them all very much. I adored him.
“Sit down, Leah.” He gestured to one of the chair that sat before his desk. Unlike Mr. Somers, he always addressed me by my first name.
He loosened his ivory tie as my eyes wandered to his neck. The skin there looked so sensitive, so soft…I longed to bite it gently, to run my tongue down his Adam’s apple.
“Mr. Somers tells me you were smoking on school property.”
I nodded, “Yes.” What was the point in denying what he already knew?
He shook his head and eyed me with disapproval.
“I don’t like it when my rules are disregarded. It’s frustrating.” I nodded again, watching his mouth as he spoke.
“Do you know what happens when I become frustrated Leah?” He stood and came around his desk, leaning against the oak as he stood directly in front of me.
I felt nervous, but it was thrilling. He was usually kind and calm, but now there was something new just under the surface. Something almost dangerous it seemed to me.
“Do you?” He repeated.
“No.” My words were failing me as my need to touch him grew more and more intense.
“When I become frustrated…I need a way to vent those frustrations,” he reached out and touched my cheek delicately, I purred with delight as his warm hand moved against my flesh. “That is where you come in.”
I slid to the edge of my chair, the seam of my jeans moving against my soaked pussy, and looked up at him, ready to do anything he asked of me. “Whatever you want Mr. Bieber.” I breathed, eager to please him.
He bit down on his bottom lip and cocked his head to the side, “Anything?”
I reached out and tugged his tie gently. “Anything.”
He took my chin in his hand and titled my head back, then brought his velvet tongue to my mouth, licking my lips, each in turn, as if I were candy.
“Tell me Leah,” he breathed into my ear, “Have you ever been fucked before?”
The word ‘fucked’ slipped past his lips beautifully, and my body coursed with an insufferable need.
“Yes.” The word fell from me with a moan.
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, “Naughty girl. If I told you that I’d like to put my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours, would you let me?”
I nodded, my chin still in his hands as he gazed down at me.
“Good girl. Have you ever sucked cock before?” The way he spoke, his tone so tender, but his words so obscene made my stomach knot with a delicious craving for him to fuck me like a common whore.
“Never.” It was the truth.
He smiled at me, pleased and grazed my lips with his fingertips. “I have thought of these lips wrapped around my cock for so long.” He seemed to be thinking out loud. My pussy flushed and dripped anew knowing he had thought of me that way.
“Don’t worry Leah,” he bent down and kissed me, “You will be perfect.” He kissed me again and then straightened his body.
I watched with expectancy as he unfastened the clasp of his belt and lowered his zipper, but then he stopped, leaving me to do the rest.
The ache of desire inside of me reached incredible heights as I reached inside and withdrew his strong, impossibly thick member. It was everything I had ever imagined it would be. The silky skin pulsing against my hand. His head, swollen and glistening awaiting my kiss like a gift. It took my breath away.
I lifted my eyes to his, never looking away as I brought my tongue to him and delicately licked the underside of his shaft.
And when I took him into my mouth and sucked gently on the tip his contented groan radiated approval.
“That’s it…just like that. What a gentle girl you are.” He stroked his hands through my hair and then nudged his dick into my mouth a little farther.
I sucked harder in return, wanting to draw the length of it deep into my mouth.
A quiet “Oh shit.” Floated down to me on a whisper. “You suck cock beautifully Leah.”
My head was spinning with lust, as he slid in the rest of the way, filling my mouth completely with his rigid, steely prick.
“Take it all…” he demanded gently.
I immediately attempted to sink down to the base, gagging around the sheer length.
“Shhhh…” he withdrew just a bit, “Slowly…don’t rush.”
I did as I was told and inched the rest of the way down, relishing the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of my mouth.
“There you go…” he praised as he slipped in and out past my lips with lazy thrusts. “Yes…perfect.”
When he started to fuck my mouth faster, I never missed a beat. He moaned above me, drawing his breath in with a hiss every few seconds.
I worked his shaft up and down, faster now, completely oblivious to anything other than pleasing him.
“Yes…” He guided my head at an even faster pace, pleased with my performance. “That’s my girl…” he trailed off into a tumble of curse words.
He drove into my deeply, and I felt the warmth of his seed spurt into my mouth. I started to pull away, startled by my first taste of cum, but he held me in place. “No!” he snapped. “Swallow Leah…all of it.”
I obeyed and accepted his load, the taste of him so creamy and foreign to my taste buds.
When he was satisfied I had gotten every last drop, he pulled out of my mouth and then brought me to my feet. He bent me over his desk and swiftly stripped my jeans from my body.
I screamed out with ecstasy as he reached down and began to circle my throbbing neglect clit.
“You’re so wet…” he slipped a finger, and then another into my neglected pussy, pushing in and out of me as I moaned and writhed against the cool, polished wood.
“Is this all from sucking my cock?” he teased. “Hmm? Is that what got this tight little pussy so worked up?
“Oh god…Yes! I love your cock Mr. Bieber. Put it inside…c’mon…fuck me.” I pounded down, riding his fingers harder and harder as I grew more desperate for him.
“I’m going to fuck you properly…” he stroked his hand along my spine. “Are you ready?”
“Do it! Fuck me…do it!” I demanded. I couldn’t wait any longer.
He pulled my panties to the side and tapped my clit with the head of his dick, resulting in another scream bursting from somewhere deep inside of me.
He pushed his head into my greedy slit, inching his was in at an excruciatingly slow clip.
“Come on!” I hissed.
“Stop.” He scolded me with a gentle smack to my ass.
I calmed myself, and purred blissfully as he finally filled me to the top.
“Oh god…yes!” I pressed my ass against him, meeting his cock forcefully with each thrust.
Still he spoiled my clit, petting it with gentle strokes and flicks, working me into a frenzy.
“Fuck yeah!” I growled through gritted teeth. “Give it to me Mr. Bieber! Make me cum…make me cum all over your cock.”
“Such a dirty mouth…” he tsked, hammered into me harder.
A swell of lust rose inside of me and exploded into a powerful orgasm that sent me reeling.
“Good girl…” he knew I was there. “Cum for me…cum for Mr. Bieber.”
I screamed and writhed and clawed at his desk as wave after wave of heaven roared through me.
As my orgasm faded I was content, but continued to ride his cock as he fucked me powerfully, his intoxicatingly erotic moans filling the room. Until suddenly he erupted in a stream of almost animal like roars. Seconds later he jerked his cock free of the still contracting walls of my pussy to release yet another welcome dose of his hot, milky honey all over my appreciative ass.
I slumped against the desk, happily exhausted. He relaxed into me, his softening shaft slowly slipping from me.
We stayed that way for what seemed like a long time before reluctantly moving away from each other.
When we had both collected ourselves he took his seat behind the desk just as he had been before and fixed me with a proud gaze. “You did very well, Leah.”
I smiled with delight at his praise but said nothing.
“Leah, you should know, getting caught smoking on school property will land you in Saturday school each and every time.” He straightened his tie and looked me over again. “Something to think about.”