Although this story stands alone, it is the 5th part in The Principal’s Turn series chronicling the transformation of straight Principal Maggie Turner into a submissive lesbian pet for a former student and current employee. It contains themes of reluctance and submission. If this is offensive, please choose another story. If you read on, I hope you enjoy.
Thanks to younghrted2 for helping to edit!
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When Taisha walked away, the yellow skirt highlighted her curved hips as they swayed so fluidly. Everything about her was sexy and intoxicating. Her ebony back and shoulders were almost fully exposed except for the bright yellow tube top that was nearly blinding in contrast. Taisha’s skin glistened beautifully, and Maggie recalled how silky smooth it was.
There was an elegance about Taisha that made Maggie want her so much it hurt. That image of her walking away would stay in her mind as she immediately began planning for their dinner that evening. Sam would be home late from the RV Show. He always was.
Her mind raced as she replayed the mornings events. Taisha had given her, without a doubt, the single most sexually satisfying, yet also, one of the most frustrating mornings of her life. Then she thought, “If nothing else happened for a month, it would be the most satisfying month ever.”
Her body was the most relaxed she could ever recalled. Taisha had delivered the best full body massage ever, made her feel more alive and wanted than anyone ever has before, and delivered powerful orgasm after powerful orgasm. Maggie had never given herself so completely to anyone and had no reason to complain, but Taisha refused to let her reciprocate. So many new desires had been awakened in Maggie, but Taisha continued to deny her the chance to pleasure her in return. As frustrating as it was, it only made her want her more.
Five orgasms just this morning! Yet, her focus was on not once being able to reciprocate. Her mind had been racing for days about feeling her fingers inside Taisha, tasting her, and pressing her tongue inside her hot wet pussy. She wanted to touch and feel every inch of Taisha and feel her come from Maggie’s touch.
She’d never really given thought to being with a woman, before. Now, it was all she could think of. Five orgasms! And she was already wet and aroused like she hadn’t come in weeks. Her mind could barely grasp the juxtaposition from always being in control and in charge, to being completely submissive to her former student and current employee.
She only knew she had to have her; and would do anything for that chance. In her rational moments she wondered how much of this Taisha had planned, and how much longer Taisha could hold out, without some sort of personal satisfaction in all of this. Maggie had begged her, and she would only reply, “In due time, Principal Turner, in due time.” If Maggie heard that one more time, she thought she would scream! Then she was struck by a feeling of guilt. This beautiful African goddess selflessly, repeatedly, practically worshiped her and brought her pleasures, previously beyond comprehension. What did she possibly have to be ungrateful for?
She pulled herself together and decided she would shower and primp and make herself ready for dinner and whatever else Taisha might have in store for her. A thousand ways to pleasure her, Taisha had promised.
While Maggie prepared a chicken noodle casserole, Taisha prepped in her own way.
She had just finished having Lizzy, her former rival turned cunt-licking little slut, service her after her morning with Principal Turner. She was disappointed in herself, as she had planned to spend the entire day with Principal Turner, the object of her obsession for so many years now, but her pussy ached so badly for relief she had no choice but to pay a visit to Lizzy. Lizzy made her come twice, and she now felt back in control. She was shocked how close to dinner time it was, already. She would need to hurry.
“Okay, Lizzy. I need to shower and get ready for my appointment. So as your reward for being such a committed cunt licker, I am going to let you wash and shave me, now,” Taisha said, matter of factly.
“Thank you, Ms. Smith, I would like that,” said Lizzy, compliantly. She did relish the thought of seeing Taisha completely naked and getting to explore every inch of her body. “The shower is this way, my Goddess.” She offered her hand and Taisha took it.
Taisha grinned as she followed Liz, admiring her petite tight little body. She just loved her round little naked ass and little tits with the oversized nipples. When they entered the shower, Taisha stepped into the stream of hot water and wet herself down. Her smile widened as Lizzy ogled her while lathering her up with the washcloth.
After a moment she offered Lizzy her back side, and she dutifully began washing her neck and shoulders.
The shape of them excited Liz as she rubbed the soapy cloth over them, slowly. She methodically worked the rag across her back and then traced the curve of her lower back, covering every inch of her beautiful ebony body.
When she reached her ass, Liz sighed and spread the soapy film over her warm, firm buns. She ran the cloth over what seemed like a smiley face below her cheeks and then brought it up between them.
Taisha responded by spreading her legs slightly to give her full access.
Liz ran the towel up and down her ass crack several times, pushing the cloth firmly in as she moved down past her dark little sphincter and on down between her legs. She moaned again as she felt the cloth separate Taisha’s labia.
She repeated that path several times until Taisha spoke. “Lizzy, honey, I think you’ve washed that area, thoroughly. I appreciate your commitment.”
Liz moved on down her legs and thighs. She loved the feel of running both hands up the length of Taisha’s legs, admiring their shape and strength.
When she moved to the front she started high again, looking into Taisha’s eyes and longing to kiss her full, dark lips. She washed her shoulders as Taisha seemed to tease her, leaning slightly forward as if moving in for a kiss, and then pulling back.
As she worked lower, she reached Taisha’s full breasts and black Areola. Taisha’s breasts seemed to point slightly apart compared to her petite little cone-shaped breasts, that pointed dead ahead. She noted the feel of Taisha’s nipples as she washed them both, a little too thoroughly, as well. When she knelt to wash her lower body, she gazed at her black, triangular bush, longing to taste her tangy sweetness again. The taste still lingered in her mouth.
When she finished washing her, Taisha spread her legs wide and pushed her pelvis forward. “I hope you have a good razor and a steady hand, Lizzy.” Taisha smiled down at her.
Liz nodded and gabbed it from the shelf. She meticulously shaved the edges of Taisha’s muff, removing any forming stubble. Then she pushed her labia to the side and shaved around her precious pussy lips.
She finished with her legs and underarms, rubbing her soap-covered hands over every inch, feeling for stubble.
When she finished, Taisha decided to give her a reward for good behavior. “Excellent, Lizzy! Now, rinse yourself off and get warm, sweetie,” she said, stepping aside and letting Liz come under the hot water.
Taisha took the washcloth, lathered it up, and pulled her out of the water flow. “You’ve been a good little cunt-licker today, Lizzy,” said Taisha, looking in her eyes and moving in for a kiss. She quickly brushed lips, and then pulled back. “I better wash that little slut cunt, and make sure it’s good and clean.”
Lizzy whimpered and a rush of heat flooded her pussy. She wiggled her feet apart, giving herself to Taisha. Liz’s lips began to tremble, and she gasped as the soapy cloth rubbed her, slowly.
“You insatiable little… Are you getting excited, again?” asked Taisha, as she rubbed harder.
Liz whimpered as Taisha taunted her, brushing lips before giving her a slow, tongue-probing kiss. Then, she eagerly sucked in Taisha’s tongue and moaned loudly when Taisha dropped the cloth and began to rub her with her soapy fingers.
Taisha was surprised when Liz threw her arms around her neck and put a bear hug on her.
Liz went up onto tip-toestiptoes as Taisha slipped two fingers into her tight little pussy. She sucked hard on Taisha’s tongue, whimpering when Taisha’s fingers slid all the way in. Liz broke the kiss and buried her face in Taisha’s shoulder, moaning loud and high. She did not understand the effect Taisha had on her, but exploring her naked body had her juices flowing, and when Taisha touched her, she lost all control. She brought her right leg up and wrapped it around Taisha’s left leg in a snake grip, spreading her pussy for the woman’s probing fingers.
“Lizzy, you are a horny little slut, aren’t you?” said Taisha, mesmerized by the tight grip Liz’s soaked pussy had on her two fingers.
The bear hug continued, and Liz whimpered and nodded. “What you do, huh, to me, Ms. Smith!”
“You got it bad, Lizzy. One more time, then I must get to my meeting, honey. Do you want it slow and steady,” whispered Taisha, pushing her fingers in deep and then back out, slowly, “…or hard and fast?”
Taisha’s fingers began pounding her at lightning speed, causing a high squeal to escape Liz before she could respond. She managed the presence of mind to want to make it last.
“Slow, please! S-slow, oh yes, please. Slow and steady, Ms. Smith,” gasped Liz.
“Such a tight, hungry, little pussy, Lizzy!” Taisha continued to slowly and relentlessly finger fuck her. “How many times can you come, honey?”
Liz was again being brought to climax by Taisha with just a couple fingers. She had come more times in a matter of days than she had in the past two years with Tony. The feel of Taisha’s breast pressed against her, and their naked wet bodies entwined, was like nothing she had ever quite felt before.
“Oh God, Ms. huh! Ms. Sm, ith, I’m com, ming for you. Coming f-for you. Coming ffforrrrr yyyyouuuu!”
As her climax passed, Taisha smiled. “Okay, Lizzy, you can let go, now. I really need to get ready.”
Liz felt a rush of emptiness when Taisha pulled her fingers out and stepped out of the shower. “You might need to clean up again, Lizzy,” she said, with a hint of condescension.
As Taisha dried off and dressed, she spoke to Liz, who was washing up.”Tell you what, Lizzy. If you make me a video demonstrating your new toy for me, I may use it on you next time, ‘kay?” said Taisha.
“Thank you, Ms. Smith,” she said meekly.
“Welcome, Lizzy. You rest up today, but I want you to send me a video tomorrow.”
“Yes, Ms. Smith,” said Liz, thinking about being bent over and fucked by Taisha with the strap-on.
Taisha arrived back at the RV about twenty minutes before dinner. The blinds to the house were pulled, disappointing her and exciting her at the same time. She wondered if that meant Principal Turner was wearing the outfit she got her, already. Seeing her in it far exceeded her expectations.
Taisha’s plan was going wonderfully and, now that Lizzy had taken the edge off, she felt like she could control herself for the rest of the evening and would soon take the next step in turning Principal Maggie Turner completely.
In the house Maggie took one last look at herself in the mirror. The outfit Taisha gave her made her feel a mixture of embarrassment and overwhelming excitement. She had never worn thigh-high stockings before. She thought only porn sluts wore something like that. But looking at herself in them, and recalling the way Taisha looked at her, she never felt so sexy in her life. The rush was invigorating.
The bra and panties were also like nothing she would ever have imagined wearing before this morning. But as she looked and twirled in the mirror, she felt sexy and horny, and free. The things she experienced this morning were earth shaking. Taisha made her feel wanted like never before, and her confidence was higher than ever.
The panties were black with sparkles intertwined in the fabric. The front was a triangle that just covered her muff and cut in and lay tight over her labia. The waistband was a thin 1/4″ ribbon of elastic that wrapped around high over her hips. Emanating from the top side of the triangle were two sets of matching elastic ribbons attached about 1/2 inch apart. One set attached just on the left side of the center line and wrapped around to the right. The other started on the right side and wrapped to the left. The four straps crisscrossed and with the waistband formed a pattern of six little diamonds of skin, peeking through just above her pubic mound.
The straps wrapped around high on her hips with the waist band and converged in a similar pattern of skin diamonds just above her ass crack. The back had a tiny little triangle of fabric at the tip of her crack with butt floss below. Before this, she did not like thong panties at all, but seeing herself in the outfit Taisha bought for her made her almost lust for her own body. She had never felt anything like this before. She was proud of her ass as she looked in the mirror.
The bra was similar. Fundamentally it was a standard bra, with an inch-wide strap that clasped in back. Straight, over the shoulder straps attached at the top of each cup and connected with the back strap just below each shoulder blade. It pushed her tits up while it cut low in front, with three crisscrossed elastic ribbons from the bottom of each breast that ran low and around to a two-inch-tall triple-clasp connection in the center of her back.
As she looked at her backside in the mirror, she was taken by the outfit. She would have never thought of something like this for herself. But as she stared at herself there was something mesmerizingly sexy about the added triple straps running across the center of her back halfway between the bra strap and the triple panty strap. The black color popped against her lightly tanned skin.
Again, she wondered how Taisha seemed to press every button to excite her. She looked at herself, spinning slowly in the mirror, and realized it was ten till five. She walked down the stairs, feeling a little more self-conscious with each step. The reality of her dinner attire was almost too much.
Maggie pushed ahead, trying to breathe calmly. She had been in a thousand high-pressure meetings in her career, and always seemed to exude confidence with ease. But this was different; she was literally exposed like never before.
She brought the casserole and salad to the table, poured some white wine and lit two candles. When Taisha knocked, her heart raced and she froze. Should she run to the door or play it cool? She took a deep breath to calm herself.
“It’s open,” she yelled, standing at the end of the dining room table, trying to look calm and natural and sexy, but feeling naked, and vulnerable and silly.
When Taisha stepped inside, they saw each other and stopped. Taisha’s breath left her as she drank in the vision of Principal Maggie Turner in that outfit.
When Maggie saw the expression on her face, she flushed with heat. The beautiful Goddess looked at her with wanting, loving eyes, speechless, and mouth agape. Suddenly the anxiety and vulnerability seemed to fade.
“Principal Turner,” Taisha paused. “I should never have accepted your invitation to dinner.”
Maggie looked confused.
“Food is the last thing on my mind.”
Maggie smiled and blushed. “It will keep, Ms. Taisha. Is there something I can do to clear your mind for you?” She stood seductively with one hand on her hip and slowly turned around, giving Taisha the full view. When she faced Taisha again, she also was in awe of Taisha with the full Oshun ensemble the village elders had given her.
She wore a bright yellow tube top that exploded against her ebony skin. It was semi-loose fabric that cinched above and below her breasts, then tied under her right arm. There were copper arm bands on her biceps and forearms, with several solid copper bracelet rings on her wrists.
Her hair was down and flowing, with a copper head piece that had a beaded necklace that hung from it and spanned her forehead. Her midriff was completely exposed, revealing her dark, shimmering, muscular belly and round inward belly button. She had on a full-length, yellow pleated skirt. The waistband was a shimmering copper-colored two-inch-wide strap, that cut down from her hips to form a V just above her pubic mound.
Her arms, neck and shoulders contrasted with the bright yellow fabric. It was obvious why the villagers had given her such a lavish gift. Her beauty was remarkable. Her lips full, dark, and oh-so-soft; her skin smooth and glistening. Looking in her large, dark eyes was almost hypnotic. The shape of her nose and cheek bones was perfect symmetry, and when combined with her warm bright smile brought a sense of elegance that captivated Maggie.
“I’m not sure I can ever clear my mind. You create so many conundrums, Principal Turner. I love seeing you in that outfit more than almost anything. But all the things it brings to mind require that you remove it.” Taisha took one step closer, and Maggie’s heart raced.
She knew exactly what Taisha was saying. The Oshun outfit was stunningly beautiful, but all she could think about was removing it, and kissing every inch of the ebony body before her. Her body ached for her. Her throat tightened; she felt as though she had to tell herself to breathe.
“Dinner smells delicious, but my appetite is for something much different.” Taisha took another step.
Maggie, felt like an excited teen seeing her secret crush notice her for the first time. She managed to speak. “It will keep…”
Suddenly her cell phone burst to life, shattering the moment, and nearly causing Maggie to jump out of her skin. It was Sam’s ring tone.
Taisha smiled and looked at the table where Maggie’s cell phone lay.
Maggie thought of ignoring it, but given the outfits they were both wearing, she had a sinking feeling their costume party was about to be crashed.
“That’s Sam. I better get that, just in case,” said Maggie, disappointed. “Hello?” She answered, holding the phone so Taisha could hear.
Sam was a loud talker, so no speaker phone was needed. “Hey, Maggie. I had a great day and wrapped up early. Should be home in about half an hour.” Both women looked exasperated. “Do you want to go to dinner, somewhere? Haven’t been to Mario’s for a while.”
Maggie’s eyes rolled and Taisha’s nostrils flared.
“Well, actually, I have dinner just about ready. I thought I’d be eating alone, but this will work out. Can you stop and grab some ice cream for dessert, on your way?” asked Maggie, trying not to show her disappointment.
“Sure! See you in forty-five minutes. Love you,” said Sam, cheerily.
“You, too,” Maggie replied and hung up.
“Good ole Sam,” said Taisha sarcastically. She was going to enjoy her plans for him. “Well then, Principal Turner,” she locked eyes and moved almost nose to nose. “Time is of the essence. I had such plans for you, this evening.” She slid her right hand over Maggie’s left cheek, feeling her silky hair against the back of her hand, as she gripped her neck gently and pulled her in.
Maggie took in a deep breath as Taisha’s parting lips approached hers. Their lips seemed to melt together as Maggie lost herself in the warm softness of Taisha’s lips. She moaned softly, and the warmth spread through her body. Their tongues danced magically as Taisha’s minty freshness filled her mouth. The kiss filled her body with an electric-like tingle from hair follicles to toenails. Goose bumps covered her body as her hands slid over Taisha’s exposed sides and wrapped around her back. The silky-smooth warmth was heavenly, and she squeezed Taisha against her.
Taisha broke the kiss, looked in Maggie’s eye, and let her fingers slide down Maggie’s shoulders to the band in the center of her back. Next, two fingers on each side traced the gap between the three bands from the center of Maggie’s back to the bottom of her breasts.
“I love touching you, Principal Turner. You are so beautiful.” Her eyes sparkled as her hand slid over Maggie’s breasts, before tracing their way along her bra strap to the clasp on her upper back. “I so much wanted to take my time with you, this evening. But we can still make the most of it,” she said, while she popped the clasp on the bra. “Unfortunately, I am going to need to hold on to your gift. It would be hard to explain where you got this outfit, without wearing it for him. I assure you, that was not my intent.”
Next, her hands slid softly down to the secondary clasp mid-back, and she quickly popped it free.
Maggie stared into those dark captivating eyes and suddenly felt the need for those lips, again. She wanted Taisha to take her right then and there. Her tongue slid between those luscious lips again, as Taisha masterfully slipped the bra straps off her shoulders.
Maggie thrust her tongue into Taisha’s mouth as she let her arms hang free to allow the bra to fall to the floor. She quickly wrapped her arms around Taisha and pressing her breasts against the soft fabric of Taisha’s top. They kissed passionately with tongues probing, then retreating.
Taisha pulled off quickly then licked at Maggie’s lips before kissing her deeply again. Taisha’s hands gripped Maggie’s bare ass, pushing their pelvises together. Her tongue snake-hugged Maggie’s before retreating again. Taisha groaned as she squeezed Maggie’s smooth buns, kissing her passionately. Her mind raced to determine her new plan of action, since Sam has once again proved himself a nuisance.
She had plans for an intimate dinner with a slow seduction and new way of pleasuring Maggie, slowly building to a powerful climax. With so little time, that plan would need to change. But as she felt her own excitement growing, she struggled to remember why she couldn’t shed her clothes and take her right there on the dining room table, as she had done Lizzy. Feeling her firm little ass while her tongue explored her mouth had Taisha working into a frenzy of excitement. She wanted that tongue between her nether lips, more than she could bear.
Principal Turner had begged to do that earlier, and she wanted to let her.
Suddenly, the idea hit, and Taisha knew the next step for Maggie. She squatted down, looked up at Maggie and peeled down her panties. “I’m going to need to hold on to these, Principal Turner.”
Maggie wiggled subtly to help get them off, leaving herself naked for Taisha once again. When she stepped out of them, Taisha set them aside and traced her fingers up the sides of Maggie’s legs, slowly. “I had hoped to enjoy you in these stockings a bit longer this evening, Principal Turner, but sometimes a change of plans can be a good thing.” She smiled, looking up at Maggie.
“I love it when you touch me, huh, Ms. Taisha.” Maggie gasped as Taisha’s left hand brushed across her bush before Taisha gripped her right stocking and rolled it slowly down her leg. Next, she removed the second and placed them neatly to the side.
Maggie looked into her hungry dark eyes as Taisha slowly stood back up, gently caressing the sides of Maggie’s calves. When her fingers passed her knees, she moved them to the front of Maggie’s thighs. “You have the most heavenly soft skin I think I’ve ever felt, Principal Turner.”
Those words sent a rush of excitement through Maggie, causing her to close her eyes. When Taisha’s finger moved to her lower abdomen, she gasped and squirmed. She, at times, was a little ticklish, but something about Taisha’s touch magnified everything. A tingling rush shot through her lower body, supercharging her clit with a wave of heated pleasure. Taisha circled her belly button, gently caressing her sensitive skin, and Maggie quivered at her touch.
Taisha loved knowing she had that effect and lingered there, circling and teasing her belly button. “Oh, Ms. Taisha. Oh, God,” she gasped while her belly twitched. She was standing now, looking directly at Maggie’s face.
Maggie’s eyes were closed, and her mouth quivered, gasping for air, almost powerless from just a tickling caress. Maggie gripped Taisha’s hands to stop her, but Taisha rolled her wrists, grabbed Maggie’s hands, put them to her sides and resumed her taunting caress of her soft, sensitive belly. “I’m not done touching you, Principal Turner,” she said, brushing two fingers quickly across her belly button, causing another squeal and tummy spasm.
Maggie’s eyes opened and she had a pleading look. “Please let me touch you, Ms. Taisha.”
Taisha’s fingers gently swirled around her belly button again. “In due time, Principal Turner,” she whispered, as her fingers swirled again.
“Gah!” Maggie twitched as she barked and thumped her fists against her own hips in a mini-tantrum.
Eight fingers started just where Maggie’s waistband had been and softly ran up her abdomen and circled her breasts. Maggie took a deep breath and her breasts seemed to beg for the fingers.
“Look at me, Principal Turner,” Taisha said softly.
Maggie’s eyes opened and Taisha’s face was inches from hers. The beaded necklace dangling from the head piece sparkled against her dark skin, and those eyes penetrated Maggie. When the fingers reached her nipples, her breathing became shallow with a series of rapid little gasps.
“You’ve been such a patient student, Principal Turner, I promise you it will all pay off, soon. But you need to trust me; it will be worth the wait. Are you ready for another lesson?”
“Yes please, Ms. Taisha. Yes.” She quivered as the fingers circled her nipples and whimpered, uncontrollably.
Taisha’s lips puckered out like a fish as she gave Maggie a sympathetic look and gasped, as if she were the one being touched.
“Good girl,” she whispered. “Now, I’m gonna need you to kneel down and take off my panties, Principal Turner.”
Taisha gently pinched her nipples as Maggie’s eyes brightened.
She replayed the words in her head, hardly believing what she’d heard. She was finally going to get to touch her! Her heart stopped. Or maybe she’d get to taste her, finally!
Maggie dropped to her knees and went for the tie strap on the side of Taisha’s skirt.
“Easy, Principal Turner. I said my panties, not my skirt. Reach up under and remove them, please. And no peaking.” Taisha’s smile was almost ear-to-ear, watching Principal Turner’s uncontrollable excitement. She imagined the possibilities going through Maggie’s mind, and looked forward to letting her do them all. In due time, of course.
Maggie’s hands slid up Taisha’s thighs, under the dress. She was disappointed she was not taking it all off. But certainly, removing the panties must mean she finally gets to touch her, at least. She slid her fingers under the waistband at each hip and slid them down slowly, imagining what she would look like if the skirt were not between them. When she passed her knees, Taisha stepped out of them, and Maggie clutched them in both hands.
She felt the wetness and could not resist bringing them to her nose and breathing in Taisha’s essence. Her eyes closed and pussy flushed as the scent penetrated her body.
Taisha smiled down at her. “Please stand, Principal Turner,” she said, devouring Maggie with her eyes.
Taisha’s hand gripped her head on either side and held her inches from her face. “I want you, Principal Turner. I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone. I want to touch and kiss every inch of you. You are the most beautiful, strong, sexy, loving, driven, caring person I know. I want to make you happy. I want to follow you, and help you achieve your vision for educating children. I love everything about you, Principal Maggie Turner.”
She kissed Maggie slowly and deeply as her hands wrapped around her shoulders and began exploring her back.
Maggie’s hands slid under Taisha’s arms and gipped her shoulders even as she clung to the yellow silk panties with her left hand. Their heads turned and bobbed as their lips melted together.
Taisha’s tongue stole a quick lick of Maggie’s lips before probing and swirling with Maggie’s.
Maggie maintained her grip on Taisha’s shoulders, content to enjoy her warm, soft lips, as long as she would allow.
Taisha’s hands caressed Maggie’s back slowly side-to-side, nearly touching each vertebra, outlining her should blades, then exploring the curve of her back. She moved slowly, taking in every inch of tender skin.
Maggie’s kisses seemed to warm her entire body and Taisha’s pussy grew warmer and wetter by the second. Her fingers reached her silky-smooth buns, causing a sigh of pleasure. She continued for what seemed like several minutes, relishing the nude canvas of Maggie’s exposed skin, painting her masterpiece with her fingertips. But, knowing time was of the essence, she had to move on. She broke the kiss and looked into Maggie’s eyes.
“Would you like to feel how wet you make me, Principal Turner?” Taisha asked confidently.
“Oh yes, please,” sighed Maggie.
Taisha stepped back and turned a dining room chair around, with the back touching the table. “Have a seat, please, Principal Turner.”
When she sat, Taisha stepped up and nudged her legs apart with her knee.
Maggie spread her legs, staring up at Taisha. Her mind raced with possibilities. Would she pull up the skirt and let her taste her? Would she lean forward and let Maggie’s fingers finally get to touch her?
Taisha gripped the sides of her skirt and pulled it up slowly, stopping just above the knees. Then she straddled Maggie’s left leg and lowered herself, hovering with her hot pussy close enough to Maggie’s thigh for her to feel the heat, but not quite touching.
She reached around Maggie’s shoulder and gripped the top of the chair back, before moving in for a kiss, again stopping just before contact. “Are you ready, Principal Turner?” she asked, softly.
“Yes!” Maggie grunted, biting her bottom lip in anticipation.
Taisha smiled, leaned in, and kissed her as she pulled her skirt up over Maggie’s legs like a tent. Then, she gripped the back of Maggie’s right knee and raised it up and out, before lowering her steaming cunt against Maggie’s spread pussy.
Maggie whimpered and shook as Taisha’s hot wetness pressed against her. She’d never felt anything quite like it.
Taisha broke the kiss and looked at her, pressing even more firmly.
Maggie’s mouth hung open and she panted heavily. “Oh God, that feels so, good.” Maggie sighed.
“Do you feel that Principal Turner?”
“Yes, Ms. Taisha, so warm and wet.”
“You make me that way, Principal Turner,” said Taisha as she began to roll her hips, rubbing their steaming lips together.
“Hoah, hoah!” gasped Maggie, looking desperately into Taisha’s eyes. Her pussy was on fire as she felt Taisha’s labia pressed against hers, spreading their juices over both bushes.
“Does that mean you like this, Principal Turner?”
Maggie nodded frantically, overwhelmed by the sensation. Taisha’s pussy was so soft yet impossibly warm, and her hips rolled so smoothly and rhythmically…, she never wanted this to stop.
Taisha wrapped her arm under Maggie’s right knee and gripped the chair back, again. The chair began to thump against the table as she rocked harder, maintaining a steady pace. Next, she shifted her position, and Maggie could feel Taisha’s stiff little clit rubbing against her.
After a few seconds their clits collided, and Maggie moaned her approval.
“Principal Turner, I feel our clits getting acquainted,” Taisha whispered in her ear.
Maggie felt a climax building fast. Taisha’s hips moved magically, and the skin of her thighs was like silk as she ground their cunts together, clits colliding with each pass. Her head rolled back, and she sang from her wide-open mouth, “Oh ffffuucccckkk! Oh God, you’re making me come, Ms. Taisha!”
“That’s it, Principal Turner. Come nasty for me.” Taisha grinned, inches from Maggie’s face, loving her control over Maggie.
Maggie almost cried from pleasure. Their juices covered crotches, thighs and ass cheeks as she surrendered to another mind-blowing orgasm.
“Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkkk!” She continued to wail, as Taisha relentlessly rubbed against her. “Making! Me! Co, come! Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!” She went silent as her upper body spasmed forward and back.
Taisha had to lean back to avoid a head butt. The wetness between them grew as their labia sloshed together.
Her orgasm passed, but Taisha kept going. “Do you want me to stop, Principal Turner?” She asked.
Maggie was aware Taisha did not climax with her and wondered how she could do it. It was Maggie’s fifth of the day, but Taisha held out. She continued, “Or do you want me to fuck you harder than Sam ever did?” Her pace picked up and she slammed herself against Maggie.
Maggie felt like she was ready to finally get to reciprocate even if Taisha was doing the fucking. “Oh, please fuck me, Ms. Taisha! I wanna feel you come, please.”
Taisha pulled her arm from beneath Maggie’s leg and Maggie held it up, spreading as wide as she could. Taisha was working up a sweat as her hips jackhammered Maggie. She grabbed the table on either side of Maggie and pounded her hard. The chair slammed against the table with a loud thud after each thrust. Taisha hips rolled at incredible speed and power, the chair sliding two inches each way.
Taisha yelled high and loud. “Oh Shit! I’m gonna come! Principal Turner!”
Maggie wondered if the chair would hold up but quickly stopped caring.
Taisha’s screams continued, eyes closed and gasping for breath. “Principal Turner! Principal Turner! Principal Turner! Principal Turner! Principal Turner!”
Maggie felt a flood of cunt cum coating her pussy as Taisha had an orgasm for the ages. The warm sticky juices were coating her, and she yelled, “Fuck me, Ms. Taisha. Fuck, me, hard!” She looked at Taisha’s gaping mouth and knowing Taisha was finally coming set her off, again.
Taisha was sweating like a marathon runner, but years of bottled-up desire poured out of her in a monumental climax that she was not ready to end. Her hip muscles burned but her clit was electrified, and she was going to squeeze every ounce of pleasure from it that she could. Her mouth froze open as the bolts of pleasure shot through her body. Maggie screamed for her, intensifying the effect, her hips seemed to move on their own as she rode the climax as long as she could.
Finally, she collapsed forward, resting her forehead on Maggie’s shoulders as she tried to catch her breath. Maggie’s head hung back over the top of the chair as her second orgasm passed. She laughed when she thought what the seat of the chair must look like.
“OMG, Ms. Taisha. That was…,” Maggie could find no words and continued to pant.
Taisha nodded her agreement with her forehead still on Maggie’s shoulder. They sat there motionless, until their breathing became more normal. Then Taisha raised her head, looked at Maggie, leaned in and kissed her, slowly, for several minutes. When Taisha finally looked at her watch, she stood up.
“Principal Turner, I believe Sam may be here any minute. This could be hard to explain.” She smiled and helped Maggie to her feet.
Maggie looked a bit dazed but quickly cleared her head. “Yikes, I better get dressed.” She kissed Taisha and shook her head. “Wow! Just, wow! Thank you, Ms. Taisha. I think you just curled my toenails! I better heat this casserole back up.” She grabbed it from the table. It was lukewarm, so she put it in the oven and hit Bake.
At the same time Taisha collected the outfit. “If you’re going to eat dinner like that, I think I’ll invite myself to stay,” said Taisha, ogling her nakedness.
Maggie’s face flushed red as it was suddenly apparent she was totally naked and coated in cum from mid-thigh and pelvis in front, and ass cheeks in back. “You are welcome to stay, but I will be cleaning up and getting dressed,” Maggie smiled through her red cheeks.
“Can I help you with that, Principal Turner?” Taisha grinned an evil grin.
“Define ‘help’?”
“I’d better let you get ready. For Sam’s sake, it’s best I don’t join you for dinner. I’m not incredibly pleased with him, right now. Thank you for a memorable day, Principal Turner. Am I safe to say you enjoyed today’s lessons?”
Maggie rolled her eyes. “Ya think?” She looked at the clock. “Gotta go!”
“Looking forward to our next session, Principal Turner. In a more controlled setting. Are you going to return my panties, Principal Turner?” She nodded toward Maggie’s hand.
She didn’t even realize she still had them. “I think I’ll hang on to them, Ms. Taisha, if you don’t mind. Gotta go.” She ran out before Taisha could answer.
Maggie got cleaned up and came back just as Sam was about to go looking for her.
He arrived a few minutes before she came down. He came in the back door on the chance he might run into Taisha. He did not see her, so went in to discover Maggie had set the table and poured the wine, but apparently had vanished.
They had a quiet dinner, but both were a bit tired. So, much to Maggie’s relief, it was right to sleep at bedtime that night.
On Sunday morning Maggie took her usual swim, and was pleasantly surprised to see Taisha swimming next to her. She could see a bright orange, hipster bikini with a full wrap-around tube top, which contrasted against her ebony skin. Her heart raced and she resisted the urge to stop.
For the first two laps Taisha swam next to her, but soon began to fall behind, and took a rest by lap four. Maggie continued for another fifteen minutes, with Taisha swimming and resting periodically during that time. When she finished, she got out and watched in anticipation as Taisha swam toward her, longing to see her out of the water in her bikini. She sighed when Taisha did a flip-turn and continued her swim.
She dried off, waiting for her to finish, and saw Sam looking down from the bedroom window, eyes on Taisha.
Taisha finished, removed her goggles and looked up at Maggie.
“Impressive, Ms. Taisha. You are a better swimmer than you led me to believe.” Maggie smiled brightly.
“You have inspired me, Principal Turner. But I see I have a long way to go to keep up with you.” Taisha looked at her longingly.
Maggie’s mind quickly went back to yesterday’s encounters and the thought of being alone with her again. Even as she felt the heat between her legs, the familiar cramping reminded her of a pending unwanted visitor.
Taisha smiled at the hungry look on Maggie’s face and whispered, “What’s on Sam’s agenda, today?”
“He’s off today, and plans to have a quiet day at home,” said Maggie, unable to hide her disappointment. “And unfortunately, I’m about to have an unwanted visit from Aunt Flo. He is traveling to Atlanta for an RV show next weekend…” She gave a mischievous smile.
That smile sent a rush through Taisha that terrified her with its intensity. She raised herself out of the pool and stood up. Taisha smiled as Maggie’s eyes scanned her body in the neon-orange bikini.
Maggie was rendered speechless at the sight of the orange and black beauty before her. Taisha’s breasts glistened as the neon top pressed them together, bulging to break free. Her abs were tight and as she breathed the muscles peaked through her ebony skin.
As Taisha walked to the lounge chair where she had left her towel, she began to formulate her plan. She turned away from Maggie and bent down to pick up her towel.
Maggie’s eyes drew to her ass, noticing her dark skin was visible through the wet fabric that clung to her, …pulling into her ass crack, …separating her buns.
“So, Principal Turner, your next lesson will be Saturday, then,” said Taisha, matter of factly. She turned toward Maggie and looked at her hungrily.
Maggie nodded, and Taisha stepped closer. “Use your words, please, Principal Turner,” she said sternly.
Maggie blinked a bit, stunned, and then complied. “Yes, Ms. Taisha.”
“Good girl. We are going to do an exercise in trust and endurance. Will you be up for that?”
Maggie glanced around and did not see Sam in the window. She wondered how long they would have before he burst on the scene to ogle Taisha in the bikini. A quick glance at the slider and she saw no sign of him in the kitchen, either.
“I think my stamina will be up to par. And I guess we will find out if you can trust me, soon enough.” Maggie smiled and raised her eyebrows playfully.
Taisha loved how she turned the tables on the question of who could be trusted. Maggie surprised her a little more each day. She hoped she would be pleasantly surprised on Saturday. She would learn just how much Maggie did trust her.
“I like your eagerness, Principal Turner. But you need to keep it contained until Saturday. I’m going to need you to refrain from achieving orgasm until then. Understood?” Taisha said, staring into her eyes.
Again, Maggie was taken aback by Taisha.
Taisha’s eyes darted to Maggie’s left, signaling their private time was coming to an end. Taisha repeated,” Understood?”
Maggie quickly replied, “Yes, Ms. Taisha.” She turned as the slider door opened. “Morning, Hon,” she said pleasantly.
“Morning. I see you have a Protégé in the pool, as well as the classroom,” said Sam, smiling at Taisha, eyes taking in her glistening body, as well.
“I have a long way to go, to get to her level,” said Taisha. “You’re a lucky man, Mr. Turner,” she added, walking toward her trailer.
“Don’t I know it! I was gonna make her breakfast. Would you like to join us?” asked Sam.
“Thanks for the offer, Mr. Turner, but I have a few pressing matters that need attending this morning,” said Taisha, as she walked to the RV.
“Call me Sam, please,” he replied.
She waved a hand that signaled, “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it before.” They all knew she would continue to call him Mr. Turner.
Sam and Maggie both watched her buns sway as she walked.
Sam broke the silence. “Hungry?” he asked.
Maggie thought of two meanings to that question, but Sam was referring to food. “Not at the moment. It takes a bit after swimming for my appetite to return,” replied Maggie.
“I think I’ll run and get some gas for the mower, then. We’ll see if you’re ready when I get back.”
“Thanks, Hon,” said Maggie. “I’m gonna shower. Do you think you might pick me up some tampons? Oh, …wait, I have some. Never mind.”
“Thank God,” said Sam, embarrassed by the thought of making that purchase.
As Maggie showered, she replayed the events of yesterday in her mind, before imagining what Saturday might have in store. Her mind had moved increasingly toward the thought of tasting Taisha’s pussy. She longed to know what it would be like.
Her pussy heated up once again as she imagined dropping to her knees and peeling off Taisha’s bikini bottoms, revealing her dark muff and dark pink labia. Without thought, Maggie slid two fingers from her left hand inside her hot wetness, as she envisioned slipping her tongue between Taisha’s pussy lips. She remembered Taisha’s directive of no coming before Saturday, but she didn’t care. Years of being under control and being the responsible one had culminated in pent up frustration from delayed gratification. She would not hold back any longer.
Her fingers pressed in and out, bringing her to the edge once again. She was obsessed with tasting Taisha’s pussy for the first time. She had to know, and would do whatever it took to find out. Next, she pulled out and brought her fingers to her mouth. The scent made her tingle more intensely and, as her lips engulfed them, the tangy, sweet flavor excited her taste buds. The need to come pushed any thought of Taisha’s command from her mind.
Her right hand gripped the handheld shower head and lowered the pulsating jet to her throbbing clit. She whimpered, with the taste of her juices in her mouth, as the warm jet hit home. Almost instantly she was building toward yet another intense orgasm, induced by Taisha Smith. As her climax built, she nearly lost her balance, and relinquished her finger so she could brace herself against the shower wall. Next, she spread her legs and pushed the showerhead firmly against her screaming clit with the other hand.
She repeated, “Oh God, Taisha!” over and over, as her body jerked with each waive of climactic pleasure. When her orgasm passed and her head cleared, she realized that was her sixth orgasm in less than twenty-four hours. The most ever with Sam was three; and that was on their honeymoon. She also realized she had been way too loud. If Sam had forgotten something and returned unexpectedly, he could have easily heard her from the bedroom.
When Sam did return, he made her breakfast, as promised. They had a quiet day.
Her shower session had taken the edge off, and Maggie focused on prep for a busy week of meetings and fundraising events for the Tag Tax Campaign. Maggie was leading the effort for a $10 fee for education to be added to the cost of every Arkansas license plate renewal.
Sam mowed the lawn and watched golf in the afternoon, and Maggie was greeted by her monthly unwanted visitor.
Taisha did some grocery shopping, went to the park near the school for some hiking and had a private picnic lunch. She sat, cursing Sam for returning early, but still relished the amazing day with Maggie. As she finished, she received a text from Liz with a video attached.
Taisha hit Play and was shocked to see Lizzie wasted no time getting into the action. The video opened with Lizzie in her white thong on all fours, ass facing the camera. She rested on her left elbow, with her head touching the table, looking back through her spread legs at the camera. The strapless dildo lay on its side on the table between her knees.
“My Goddess, I can’t stop thinking about you and being your cunt-licking little slut. You make me come so hard… and I love using my toys for you. When I saw this at the store, I couldn’t help myself. It fits into you, and when you turn the vibrator on it feels so good!” She gripped Taisha’s end of the dildo and pointed it to the ceiling, with the business end pointing toward her head. She spread her knees wider, lowering her pussy toward the table until she touched the shaft of the rubber cock.
“What a flexible little slut you are, Lizzie,” said Taisha with a smile.
Next Liz, managed to push the button at the base of the dildo to turn on the vibrator. She left it laying on the table which amplified the sound. Then she lowered her thong-covered cunt back down to the vibrating cock and began to rock her hips, rubbing her clit against the shaft of the cock.
“Oh, fuck. That feels so good on my clit, my Goddess. Oh, yes! Please, rub your cock on my clit. Oooooohhhhhhh, fuck me. Please,” Liz wailed, as she rubbed faster and faster.
Taisha stared in amazement at the way those cute little buns moved as she rubbed against the vibrator.
Liz moaned and whimpered loud and proud as she quickly brought herself to climax for her paramour.
“I’m coming for you, my Goddess! I’m coming for you. Oh, fuuuuccckkkk, coming for you! So, huh, hard!”
Taisha could see a wet spot on her white panties where her little slut had soaked through. She felt her own rush of wetness as she watched Liz’s buns jiggle.
Finally, Lizzie collapsed down, with her clit pressed firmly against the cock. No longer rubbing it, she continued with a series of spasming twitches as the vibrator triggered her clit.
Next the camera cut off and Taisha smiled. “Good job, Lizzie. I will definitely use that…”
The camera kicked back on to an extreme close-up of Lizzie’s soaking wet labia, spread wide. Again, she was on all fours, and the camera view covered from her asshole to just below her muff.
Taisha wondered how long she worked to get the camera positioning right.
The vibrator hummed as the plastic cock head came in from behind and pressed against her naked, steamy cunt. “Oh yes, my Goddess! Please, fuck my like I need to be fucked.” She slid it slowly in, advancing an inch each time, and backing out slightly, before going deeper.
Taisha watched that tight little pussy open to take the plastic cock, the lips clinging to it as Lizzie pushed it slowly in and out.
“Oh, my Goddess, I love your cock inside me. Please don’t stop,” moaned Liz. Soon the cock was ten inches deep, and Liz continued a slow and steady pace. “So much harder than Tony, my Goddess. Fuck me, please. I want to come with you, my Goddess! Oh yes, …feels so good.”
Taisha watched, growing wetter and hotter, amazed at what a committed sub slut Lizzie was. At any other point in her life, she would have been completely content to have her as her pet. But she had the object of her true desire in her sights and would soon need to part ways with Lizzie. But she had an idea for Lizzie, that she felt sure would satisfy her needs, quite nicely.
Lizzie continued to fuck herself for Taisha for several more minutes, gradually speeding up the pace as her juices covered the dildo. Her moans grew louder and louder, and she once again sang out, “Oh, my Goddess, Taisha, I’m coming for you! Aaaahhhhh! Aaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhh!” Her screams intensified as the dildo became coated with a white creamy cum that began to drip from her gaping cunt.
Taisha was in awe of the cute little pussy engulfing the entirety of the vibrating dick. When she finished, Taisha nearly came herself, when Lizzie sucked the cum coated cock clean, just as Taisha had instructed her, before. Taisha sat there for a moment, revved up and debating whether or not to head back to Lizzie’s, but she thought better of it, and decided to make her wait. She did send her a text.
Taisha: You will get your wish, my slut. Get ready!
Almost immediately, Liz replied.
Liz: Thank you, Ms. Smith. I’m available all day!
Taisha: Not today. I will let you know when.
Liz: You’re my top priority. Tell me when.
Taisha: In due time, Lizzie. In due time.
Monday morning, during her laps, Maggie’s heart raced when Taisha joined in mid-way through. When she finished, Taisha got out with her.
“Glad to see you back in the pool,” said Maggie with a grin.
“You are an inspiration, Principal Turner.”
“I think you are the inspiration, Ms. Taisha. In so many ways. I can’t stop thinking about Saturday.” Maggie looked hungrily at Taisha. “And Sunday?”
Taisha face lit up in response. “I like an eager student! Remember, no coming until Saturday, Principal Turner.”
“Got it,” replied Maggie. Her eyes darted and she looked away, trying not to let on.
“Principal Turner, what did you do?” asked Taisha, wide eyed.
Maggie’s face flushed and she knew it was hopeless. “I just needed one last release to tide me over.” She glanced at Taisha, who tried to feign anger.
“Tell me what you did, Principal Turner.”
Maggie looked around shyly, making sure no one was around, then looked at the ground, not saying anything. She was fully aware of the irony of the situation. She had been in Taisha’s position a thousand times, talking to a student who had misbehaved. Now she was the one being redressed for bad behavior.
“What did you do?” Taisha said, in her own classroom disciplinarian voice.
Maggie replied, not looking up. “I made myself come in the shower, yesterday morning…”
Taisha loved every minute of it. She had Maggie, and she knew it.
“How did you make yourself come, Principal Turner?” she asked, standing confidently in her neon-orange bikini. She kept a watchful eye out for Sam. It would be just like him to pop in and ruin the moment.
“I used the massaging shower head, Ms. Taisha.”
“Tell me what you were thinking of when you masturbated, the very morning you promised not to come before our next lesson.” Taisha was so turned on she could barely contain herself. She was glad her swimsuit was already soaking wet.
Maggie, too, was shockingly excited as she made her lustful confession. “I was thinking about dropping to my knees, peeling down your bikini bottoms and kissing your toned stomach…” She hesitated.
“Continue, Principal Turner,” commanded Taisha.
“I pushed your legs apart so I could finally get to taste you. The scent of you pussy gave me goose bumps as I slid my hands between your thighs and felt your beautiful ass…”
“And then what, Principal Turner?” Taisha could hardly breathe as her excitement grew. She loved that Maggie was getting quite detailed about her fantasy.
“I could wait no longer, and slid my tongue between your glistening pussy lips…”
Taisha relished this moment and saw the chance to push her to the next level.
“You have a one-track mind, Principal Turner. I have told you, many times, this is about me pleasuring you. Right now…”
Maggie interrupted, “Pleasuring you would pleasure me. I nearly came just thinking about tasting you, Ms. Taisha.”
Taisha was stunned by her words, and when Maggie looked at her with a look of lustful desperation, she nearly grabbed her hand to take her to the RV and…
“Principal Turner, do you want to terminate our lessons?” said Taisha, calmly.
“No, please…” Maggie looked at Taisha fearfully.
“Are you going to do as I tell you, going forward?”
“Yes, I promise, Ms. Taisha.”
“That’s good, Principal Turner. In the future, if you feel the urge to pleasure yourself thinking of me, you will need to let me watch. Understood?”
Maggie found the thought oddly exciting. “Yes, Ms. Taisha.”
“Good. And from now on, you will follow my instructions to the letter?”
“Yes, Ms. Taisha.”
“I have half a mind to take you into the RV and have you masturbate while you eat my pussy, right now, but you would be late to work…”
Yes, please, Ms. Taisha!” Maggie replied, with the look of a child begging for ice cream.
“Principal Turner, you are far too eager for that punishment. Unfortunately, the cost of your disobedience will be delaying our next session for a day. We will have to move it to Sunday. Any other slips, and the weekend will be lost.”
“Taisha, please, let’s not waste the day. It will be a month before he leaves town, again…”
“Then we understand each other. Another stumble, and you won’t come for a month.” Taisha walked away. “You best not be late to work.” She smiled as she turned her back to Maggie and went to the RV without looking back.
As she watched those firm butt cheeks flex behind the orange cloth, Maggie stood, stunned at the thought of having to wait an extra day. She wondered why Taisha was torturing her.
After a moment she focused herself, and prepared her mind for the beginning of a busy week. Tonight, she had a dinner meeting with the producers of the ad campaign for the Tag Tax; Tuesday and Wednesday were fund raiser dinners. Thursday was an interview with Channel 4 News, and Friday was a Department of Education afternoon Zoom Meeting. She kept the weekend clear in anticipation of her time with Taisha, and turned down another possible dinner for Saturday, with a large potential donor (for “personal reasons.”)
Taisha was still on substitute teacher status and had nothing scheduled for the week, yet. So, she planned for a leisurely breakfast and thought she might surprise her Bibi, later. (A nickname for her grandmother.) She was watching TV and eating some oatmeal when she heard a knock on the door.
Still in her bikini, she answered the door to Sam’s smiling face. She was quickly greeted with wide ogling eyes. “Maggie asked me to tell you Ms. Conner called in, sick. How do you feel about teaching Phys Ed, today?”
“Oh, shit! I’m sorry… what time is it?”
“6:45, ” replied Sam.
“Home Room starts at 7:30! Okay. Gotta go, thanks!” Taisha slammed the door and got ready.
She made it with eight minutes to spare.
At lunch she saw Liz and Principal Turner in the teacher’s lounge.
Liz greeted her eagerly. “Good morning, Ms. Smith. Can I get you a coffee?”
“That would be great, Lizzie! A little cream, and extra sweet,” replied Taisha, with a half-smile.
Several teachers looked shocked by that encounter.
Maggie stepped closer to Taisha and whispered, “What’s gotten into Liz? Last week she wouldn’t give you the time of day. Now, she’s getting you coffee?”
“She’s really quite sweet, once you get past the petty jealousy. It’s Psych 101, really. I just needed to reassure her; and give her what she needs to address her issues and insecurities. Now we’re like besties,” replied Taisha, frankly.
“Here you go, Ms. Smith,” said Liz, handing her a cup. “Would you like some, Principal Turner?”
“Thanks for asking, Ms. Richards, but I’m good. You two are coming to the fund raiser tomorrow evening, aren’t you?”
Liz cut in before Taisha could respond. “Of course, Principal Turner. Thanks again for letting me be part of this. This will mean so much to the school system when the bill passes.”
“Well said, Lizzie.” Taisha hoped Principal Turner did not pick up on the dripping sarcasm. It seemed Liz’s new role as cunt-licker did not diminish her ability to suck up to Principal Turner. “We’re behind you, one hundred percent; whatever you need,” Taisha added.
Maggie sensed an added intensity in her voice and in those dark penetrating eyes when she said, “whatever you need.” She had to look away to avoid a schoolgirl blush. “Thanks, ladies. This is going to be a monumental challenge, and we need to mobilize everyone we can. I’m hoping all the teachers will make it. There are some strategic plans being made, and Tuesday night is the unveiling of the rollout plan for the new campaign.”
Taisha could not help but admire the leadership qualities Maggie exhibited. A perfect mix of sophistication, without coming across as arrogant or snooty. Attractive, but down-to-earth and personable, powerful yet feminine, with a natural ability to connect with people. She was reminded, once again, just how much of her own motivation and success was the result of having Principal Maggie Turner in her life.
She faded into the crowd of teachers and watched as they interacted with Maggie. Her sophisticated beauty and genuine caring for others stirred the powerful longing that has been a part of Taisha for years. Even before she knew what that longing was, she was drawn to Maggie.
Taisha smiled, knowing that only she had seen the secret, intimate side of Principal Turner that no one else has known. Coach Johnson came close, those years ago, but Taisha had penetrated Maggie’s defenses and planned to tear down those walls, for good. She would release all Maggie’s pent-up passion and fulfill every fantasy Maggie could imagine.
Liz made her way toward Taisha to remind her how much she looked forward to her next visit, though she could hardly imagine her video did not make that perfectly clear. After making that video, she came to the realization that things with Tony were over. She could never settle for that life, again. She found more fulfilment pleasuring herself for Taisha than she’d felt in five years with him.
Taisha smiled smugly, “Hello, Lizzie!”
Liz cringed as Taisha made a point of calling her Lizzie for all to hear, knowing how much she hated that name. But deep inside, it ignited the ember that only Taisha could stoke. The more she humiliated her the more excited Liz became.
“Thanks for the instructional video. I found it very enlightening. I look forward to putting some of those ideas into practice, soon,” Taisha continued in a loud voice.
Liz blushed and felt her pussy flush with heat. She loved sharing a secret with Taisha and flaunting it in front of the oblivious crowd. Taisha knew how to manipulate her perfectly, and though part of Liz hated that, once she had her first taste, she was powerless to resist.