Note to the reader - Although this is a stand alone story, it is hard to believe this is the 11th chapter in the Principal's Turn storyline. It is the final chapter of Principal Maggie Turner's journey. The story documents her conversion from straight, professional, career woman, to submissive lesbian slut, to her former student, Taisha Smith.
This story depicts themes of reluctance and non consent, voyeurism and submission. If any of that is offensive, please find another story. If you read on please enjoy. As always your comments and ratings are welcomed.
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Principal Maggie Turner woke Saturday morning, nestled against Taisha Smith, former student, and current employee. Her eyes slowly opened to the sight of her dark-skinned Goddess sleeping peacefully. The realization that this was not some part of an elaborate dream sunk in slowly.
Her husband Sam was out of town on business and Taisha had actually slept in her bed all night. That reality jolted her fully awake. What if Sam had come home early! As she thought about it, she already knew he had been unfaithful, probably many times over the years, so she tried to convince herself, her behavior was justified.
She watched Taisha breathe, replaying the events of the last few weeks and asked herself who was more "unfaithful"? Sam who had one-nighters with bimbos, or her, aching for the beautiful young woman next to her. Her heart fluttered at the sight of her silky dark skin. Her body tingled at the scent of their sex in the air, mixed with Taisha's perfume. She wanted nothing more than to lay there and watch her breath, peacefully.
The mixed emotions of complete contentment, longing for more, and guilt, swirled through her mind as her eyes soaked in the beauty before her. Taisha had unleashed deep, primal desires, in Maggie, she had never imagined. She played Maggie like a virtuoso plays the piano. Pushing the right key in the perfect rhythm, building perfectly from the previous note.
From that first night, when with one masterfully maneuvered finger, she had every cell in Maggie's body electrified. Her warmth, her movement, her scent, her seductive words, her breath on Maggie's neck, all brought her to complete bliss, like she was touched for the first time.
Maggie's mind had told her to stop, to stand up and walk away, but her body refused to move. Her body betrayed her every time, surrendering to Taisha's will. The reward was unbridled pleasure, like she'd never felt.
After the first encounter, she resolved to not let it happen again, but it did. And the reward was once again, beyond comprehension. With each encounter her resolve melted further away. She knelt, she begged, she crawled, but the reward was worth it every time. From that first night Taisha promised 1000 ways to pleasure her, planting a seed that grew in her mind, filling her idle moments at first, but growing further.
She wanted to experience all 1000, whatever it took. Taisha Smith delivered every time, demanding a little more in return. For weeks, she would taunt, then pleasure Maggie, never letting her reciprocate until last night. She'd warned her that first taste would hook her, and yes it did.
She recalled kneeling before her, eagerly complying when Taisha asked her to make herself come. To see the spellbound expression on Taisha's face as she watched Maggie finger herself and beg for her pussy was the most satisfying intimate encounter Maggie could recall. She would do it again on demand without question. Taisha's scent and the rich, bittersweet taste of her pussy created an undeniable craving in Maggie.
At that moment however, Maggie's growling tummy reminded her, they hadn't eaten last night, and she was starving. So, she slipped out of bed quietly. There was a quick and easy breakfast casserole she recently learned about. She mixed it up, put it in the oven, and went for her morning swim.
She finished her swim just before the casserole was done. Then she pulled it out to let it cool a bit, with no sign of Taisha yet. When she went upstairs, she was gone, but she did find a note on the bed.
Principal Turner,
Why am I not surprised you have a pen and notepad on your nightstand? Thank you for an unforgettable night. :) So sorry I missed the swim, but for some reason, I was a bit exhausted. I can think of 12 reasons for that. 12 earth moving reasons.
I can smell breakfast cooking as I write. Is there anything you can't do? I am going to the RV for a quick shower and change of clothes. Hopefully I can find my clothes from last night. :) I will meet you downstairs for breakfast. And I am so looking forward to desert.
Love,
Taisha.
Maggie felt a tingling rush through her body. She hurried to the shower to prepare herself. As she did, she recalled last night's the shower. Taisha Smith had awakened a need in Maggie, no one else had ever even touched. Pleasing Taisha, made her feel more alive than she'd ever felt.
She showered, shaved, and put her hair in a rare ponytail for ease and speed. As she thought about what to wear, she put on a powder blue lacey bra and matching bikini briefs. She looked in her closet, then the mirror, then back to the closet. Another look in the mirror, and she grinned. She liked what she had on, no need for more. She spun and adjusted the bra to get the most pop and the panties to show a little extra bun on either side.
She stayed make-up free, except for her lipstick. She broke out the candy apple red and did it up right. She walked downstairs, butterflies churning in her empty stomach.
Maggie peeked around the corner first and was surprised to see Taisha sitting at the table with plates of casserole and toast set along with coffee and juice. Taisha wore black yoga pants and a grey oversized off the shoulder tee that made Maggie long to kiss her neck.
When Maggie stepped into the room, Taisha's mouth opened. "Come overhear Principal Turner." She said excitedly.
Maggie blushed and stopped in front of her and took her outstretched hands. Taisha stood up and spread their arms out so she could look at her. "I may never get to eat again if you keep distracting me like this. Turn around and let me..." Maggie turned and Taisha stopped mid-sentence. "Damn." She sighed.
She let go of Maggie's hands and cupped her ass before squeezing both buns hard. Principal Turner, what are you doing to me, I'm only human? Her arms slid around Maggie's abdomen and pulled her against her. Taisha's chin rested on her shoulder, and she whispered.
"I came twelve damned times yesterday. I can hardly walk this morning, and just like that my pussy's wet for you again."
Her fingers swirled on Maggie's belly, and she tried to slip them down the front of her panties.
Maggie spun away teasingly. "Sorry, Ms. Taisha, this is my weekend. You're gonna have to wait just a bit. I couldn't bring myself to eat much of anything before our, little encounter yesterday. I need food!"
She took a seat across from her where her plate was set. As she ate, she decided to tease Taisha. It's too bad we need to give you a break today, I can think of a sticky sweet desert, to go with this breakfast."
"Don't you worry Principal Turner, I'm gonna have a few servings for the both of us today. But hey, I can share." She waved her tongue in a circle and Maggie got her meaning. Maggie recalled the kiss after the first time Taisha's tongue met her pussy. There was something extra sexy about tasting her own Juices on Taisha's lips.
She cleaned her plate, and they drank their coffee and juice. The whole time she imagined kissing Taisha's exposed right shoulder and neck as she sat on her lap straddling her.
Taisha took a sip. "Thank you for a wonderful breakfast, Principal Turner. What would you like to do today, it is your day? We can do anything you want as long as my pussy, is not involved." She smiled mischievously.
"So many possibilities. I do owe you a desert. After that, I wondered if we might do a little shopping." Maggie smiled and leaned back in her chair sipping some orange juice.
"Shopping? Really?" Taisha asked confused.
"Well, we do have to give you a break, and if we wear me out today, what does that leave for tomorrow?"
Taisha bobbed her head side to side nodding, indicating she got it.
"I was thinking about Victoria's Secret maybe. I would very much like to pick out some special items just for us to wear together."
"Matching slut wear?" She smiled.
"Not necessarily, but I must say, the outfit you bought me is absolutely amazing. I just thought it might be fun to pick out something "slutty" if that's what you want to call it, together. We can model them in person before buying."
