Hi, I'm Ava Marie Clark. I'm the Dean Of Students at an all-boys private boarding school called St. John's Academy.
I've been at St. John's for 18 months and in that time I'd come to accept that nothing exciting happens at St. John's, until 2 weeks ago when a new student transferred here.
His name is Dean Stevens, a 19-year-old senior. His parents sent him to St. John's as a punishment for prioritizing sports, girls, and parties over his studies.
Dean stands out in the senior class at St. John's because; unlike the rest of his classmates, who are primarily skinny or fat pimple-faced geeks, Dean is 6'2" with broad shoulders, a handsome face, and a fit body.
He arrived on a Monday at 10 am, we had a brief class assembly in which I introduced him to his classmates and teachers.
His first week went by quickly, I didn't see much of him except a few times when I saw him going by my office. (Unless I am conducting a meeting, I keep my office door open, I read in an online article that this practice encourages walk-ins and openness in the workplace.)
On Dean's first Saturday in school, I came to work expecting to have just another day in the office where I push papers and daydream about the end of my day where I get to go to the gym and then to my weekly spa appointment.
As I sat down at my desk, I noticed Dean walking casually by my office. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and white socks with white sneakers.
"Was that a cock print through his sweats?" I couldn't be sure, but I knew one thing for sure, I was curious.
I got up and walked over to the doorway, where I stopped for a moment to adjust my outfit and make sure my hair covered my nipples. I was wearing an all-black outfit, a form-fitting midi pencil skirt, a tight t-shirt tucked into my skirt, and 4-inch pumps.
I looked out and noticed that he had stopped to chat with another student.
"Dean..." I called out.
"Yes, Mrs. Clark?"
"Please come," I instructed and walked back into my office so he had no choice but to come in before his next question.
He followed me inside and then asked, "Is everything okay?"
I took one look at him and oh my goodness that IS a cock print.
"Close the door," I instructed.
He did, and I got straight to the issue.
"Dean, are you aware that I can see the outline of your penis through your pants?"
He looked down, mortified.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Clark, I didn't mean to... I mean I didn't notice... I mean... I'll go change right away." he mumbled as he fumbled to try and hide his cock with his hands.
"No need to change, reach into your pants and adjust yourself, I'll let you know when you are good to go," I said without looking away from his hands which were now capped over his junk.
He hesitated, then he noticed that I was serious.
He uncapped his cock to reveal that it was now semi-hard. He's got a gorgeous dick, the girth on that thing looks like it could make me cum in one glorious thrust. I could feel my clit starting to warm up at the thought and the sight in front of me.
He reached into his pants and started to shift his big cock about, first to the middle, I shook my head no, then to the other side, nope!
Finally, he used his free hand to lower the waistband of his, and with his other hand wrapped around his shaft, he lifted his cock to point upwards and he traps it so that the head is poking out, he then uses his t-shirt to cover up and looks up at me for approval.
"You can go!" is all I could manage.
"Thank you, Mrs. Clark," he said then turned, opened the door, and left.
I practically ran over, and closed the door before I leaned against it, pulled my shirt up as high as it would go -- just under my butt -- and with my left hand, pulled my thong to the side -- simultaneously opening my pussy lips.
