This is a story of Allison Kim. Her mother is South Korean while her father is unknown to her. Allison's mother often told her that her father was a white US Army soldier that she married in Korea but separated when Allison was born. Having that said, Allison stood about 5'5" tall, and weighing in about 110 lbs. Light skinned, and somewhat on the thin side, she had attributes not normal of the typical Asian female. She had big hazel eyes; but what really separated her was her stunning body. She had naturally light brown/blondish hair and was quite endowed with full 34C cup breasts that could pass for D cups depending on the cut of the bra and a nice toned butt that wasn't flat. I guess that was from the father's side of the gene pool.
If you're looking for a visual of Allison, think of Emily Ratajkowski physique from Rob Thicke's "Blurred Lines" with a face like Chloe Bennet from Marvel's Agents of Shield.
But on with the story...
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Allison shuffled down the halls of her school, admiring the gloss from the shined floors. As she walked she stared down at the floor. Mesmerized by the shine and glow. It was so clean and glossy she swore she could see the reflection off the floor and up her own skirt. She chuckled and wondered who else could see up her skirt, as her wetness seemed to slowly leak down her inner thigh.
"Is this what Marcus does all day? How does he keep himself in such good shape from mopping the shining the floors all day?" She thought to herself while walking clearly remembering Marcus' physique through his grey overalls. But what she most remembered was his bulge that was in his overalls. It looked big, almost the size of her lover's; but she definitely could not stop thinking about it. And a twin? She wondered if they were identical in every way besides looks...
"Oh really? Thanks for the heads up, bro. I'll see what I can do. We'll have a grand time with this little one." Mr. Smith said smugly over the phone to his brother Marcus.
"You got it, Jerome! I can't wait to see this little slut again." Marcus hung up the call.
"So... Allison has been caught by my brother masturbating in the stalls of the bathroom. What else is she capable of?" Marcus thought to himself. "This isn't the first time one of my students has done something naughty in the bathroom." He recalled a few times Marcus, or himself caught a few girls smoking pot or cigarettes in the bathroom. Usually it ends in detention or some other activity to benefit the school. Whether it be mopping the floors or picking up litter on the school grounds. However, he's recalled a time when a girl offered to give him and his brother a blowjob at the same time when... the girl offered instead of letting her parents know. He smirked a little when he remembered how it gave him great pleasure to see some over privileged white slut on her knees giving him and his brother a blowjob. He rejoiced at the fact that he and his brother plastered her face with their cum and took at picture should she try to blackmail them in the future.
"ALISON KIM, REPORT TO THE DEAN'S OFFICE." blared over the PA speakers. It was way past the end of school and the only ones in the school where Allison and perhaps a few girls that were headed to detention or just preparing to leave.
"Fuck." Allison thought to herself. "What happened now? What could she have possibly done now to get the ire of Mr. Grant? She thought he was going to excuse her for her prior incident of being late. Perhaps he had a change of mind? Is he going to get me in trouble with my mom?"
As Allison approached the dean's door, she looked at her reflection in the display case. She wanted to make sure her uniform was on point. She lowered her skirt so that it was be knee length and buttoned her blouse even though her mounds of womanhood tried their best to escape her top, stretching the fabric against her thin torso. She cleared her throat and had a moment of clarity she wiped her juices leaking down her inner thigh she didn't want him to think she pissed herself. She knocked on the door and waited. After about nerve wracking 15 seconds... the door opened.
"Ms. Kim. Come in." Mr. Smith said as he directed her into the waiting room of his office. Her second time in his office today. Her second time ever in the Dean's office. She was astonished. It was was quite quiet inside, she could almost hear her own heartbeat. Mr. Smith locked the door to the Dean's office, and escorted Allison into his office within.
"Have a seat, Allison." He gestured to her. As Allison moved forward to the seat in front of his desk, he moved forward and placed a hand on her stomach.
"No, have a seat here on this couch." as he pointed to a large black leather couch that was behind the seat in front of his desk. Allison nodded, and sat down on the large couch. It was soft, very soft. Allison thought to herself that Mr. Smith must have spent many nights sleeping on this couch; because it was large enough for someone of his size to lay flat across. Allison sat on the middle cushion and when she lowered herself she was so nervous she forgot to tuck her skirt under her while she sat. Her uncovered bare ass touched the cold leather of the couch which sent shivers up her spine. She felt herself slide a little because her wetness was still present which made her feel sensations shes never felt before. She was getting aroused from the new nervousness she was feeling. She looked down on herself and noticed her nipples had become hard and were poking out through the thin cotton fabric that was taught tight around her torso.
Mr. Smith walked in and locked that second door after. He walked in front of Allison and reversed the chair that was in front of the couch. Now he sat facing Allison sitting on the couch; examining her and taking in her nervousness and her body.
"Allison." He said. "It has come to my attention that there are some activities that are frowned upon in this school. There are some things that should not be done in public."
Allison's face flushed with embarrassment. She tucked her chin in and looked down at her knees. The custodian, his twin brother; must have told Mr. Smith about her masturbation session in the stall. Allison couldn't help but fidget in her seat, while the cold of the leather couch touched her bare ass and exposed vagina. She was nervous and getting wetter with every second and movement on the couch.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith, but I... " She tried to explain to Mr. Smith.
"Well, Ms. Kim, I don't understand what made you do this kind of thing on school property. I wondered what would happen if someone else caught you? What if it was that Becca girl that seems to not like you from the cheerleader team? Or perhaps it was a teacher that found you? Or if another girl was to take a picture of you in a compromised position? Care to explain to me why it was you were doing that to yourself?"
Again, the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment washed over her. Allison stammered and tried her hardest to find the words to convey to Mr. Smith. But what could she really say? That she was a horny slut that was envisioning how big his cock would be? How she stood in front of him earlier, and he inspected her like a piece of meat to be sold and bartered with? And she inspected the bulge that was growing inside his trousers? How she had just lost her virginity a day earlier and realized how much she wanted more sex? She couldn't find the words to explain that she was just a being of pure wanton lust now that she's had her first taste of dick (literally) and wanted more.
"Now, Allison, do you have something to say?" Mr. Smith asked. Allison then replied:
