Caramel Pt 02

Caramel, part 2.

On Tuesday morning the local high school called and said they needed a temp to fill in next week and asked if Caramel could come by the school sometime that morning to meet the principal and get acquainted with the school.

Caramel arrived in her favorite dress determined to show the principal her best side.

However, when she got to the principal's office she was stopped in the reception room by a young secretary who was also dressed to please. She was well endowed and not shy about showing it. The two top buttons on her blouse were open and she seemed to have cleavage a foot long.

Caramel was greeted warmly and then told to take off her dress before entering the principal's office. When she asked why she was told that it was standard procedure any time one of the teachers came to see him. When Caramel asked about the male teachers she was informed that there were no male teachers.

She needed the job but her hands were trembling as she took off her dress. Fortunately she had worn a nice matching bra and panty set.

"Just set your dress on the floor in the corner, sweetheart" the receptionist said in a matter of fact tone. "And then you are free to go visit Mr. Andrews, or Buck, as we like to call him."

Caramel's fingers were trembling as she turned the doorknob and entered the inner sanctum of the school. Once inside she heard a deep voice tell her hello. When she looked on the other side of the big desk she saw the most gorgeous black man she had ever seen. He was slim, handsome, and sexy, and as Caramel stood before his desk she was blushing and wet. Her vagina was secreting juices like a cracked melon. She was sure that he must be able to see the crotch of her panties getting wet.

"Welcome, Miss Stevens. If you do well in this interview you will be hired to work as a temp for the rest of the year. Is that what you want?"

Caramel said yes.

"Good then first you must stand at attention when in my presence with your hands on your head, fingers interlocked and your legs spread about three feet."

Caramel couldn't believe what was happening. But she put her hands on her head and spread her feet as instructed.

"That's a good girl, Caramel" he said as he stood up. "Is it okay if I call you Caramel?"

"Y-y-yes, Sir."

"Good answer" he said as he walked around and stood next to her. "I watched the video that John, and Marjorie sent me and I must say you seem to be an eager student, for a teacher I mean."

Caramel stood stock still as she watched his hand reach out and caress her breast. He squeezed it and rubbed his hand around it a couple of time before pulling the cup down and letting her tit fall out.

"Nice, Caramel" he said. "Very nice. I don't like store bought titties and yours obviously came from God because they are divine."

Then he stepped behind her and she felt his hands grasp her panties and start to pull them down. She started to reach down to stop him but with one short gruff sound from him she stopped and put her hands back on her head, fingers interlocked.

He pulled her panties down until hey were just below her knees. Then she felt her butt cheeks being pulled apart and she almost came right then and there when she felt his finger push into her rectum.

"Hmmmmm, nice and tight." he said appreciatively. "Are you an anal virgin?"

Caramel couldn't talk. She was panting and her chest was heaving in passion. But he didn't wait for an answer he pulled his finger out of her butt and then walked around to her other side where he leaned forward and put his fingers inside of her vagina.

"You are wet, aren't you, Caramel?"

Y-y-yes, sir." She said with a shudder as a huge orgasm was averted when he pulled his fingers from between her wet hairy labia.

Just then there was another knock on the door.

Caramel was terrified when she heard him say "enter" in a firm commanding voice.

She managed to stay still as she heard the door open and heard a young female voice behind her say "You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Ahhh, yes." he said. "Come in Wendy. And say hello to Ms. Stevens, one of our new temps."

Caramel thought she would die at being so exposed in front of one of her future students. What would a student think of a teacher standing almost nude in the principal's office with one tit hanging free, her panties around her knees, and her hands on her head?

But then Wendy stepped forward and stood at attention right next to Caramel and to her shock Caramel could see that Wendy also was dressed only in a bra and panties. And when Wendy spread her legs and put her hands on her head Caramel's pussy started to flow freely. This was without a doubt the most erotic situation she had ever found herself in.

The principal then stood in front of Wendy and pulled both of her breast free of her bra and then pulled her panties down to her knees.

"On your knees, Wendy" he ordered the poor girl.

She obeyed.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. It was big. Then he stepped up to the kneeling girl and told her to open her mouth.

She complied. Then the principal started to urinate into her mouth.

"If you don't swallow all of it this time, Wendy, then you will no longer be a Pony cheerleader. I am tired of your poor grades. Girls who piss around with their schoolwork deserve to be treated like urinals."

As he peed in the young girl's mouth and she fought to swallow as fast as possible he turned to Caramel and told her to go stand against the wall and watch.

"And you may masturbate if you wish, Ms. Stevens. I know you are a submissive so this is probably a very erotic scene for you.

Caramel leaned against the far wall, facing them, and immediately began to jack herself off; one hand in her pussy and one hand caressing her breasts.

She came intensely as she watched the yellow fluid squirt from his cock into the girl's mouth.

As she came her head lolled back in ecstasy and her mind barely registered the the presence of the red lights shining on the small video cameras in each of the four corners of the roof in the office.

Knowing that her masturbation was being recorded only made her orgasm more intense, until her knees buckled and she almost fell to the floor. Caramel had never masturbated in public before and she wondered who would see those videos.

As she gathered herself together she watched as the young girl with her breasts still hanging out over her crumpled bra cups and her panties still around her knees was using both hands to fondle the principal's balls and cock while she worked her mouth up and down over the meaty head.

"Yes, you're getting better, Wendy. Have you been practicing?" he asked his student.

"Yes, sir," she replied, briefly removing her tender young lips from his cock head. "My daddy and my brother have been teaching me how to be more skilled at cock sucking. And my mother has me practicing on a dildo in the evenings as we all watch tv together. She even rubs my pussy the way I like to help motivate me to deep throat as much of the vibrator as possible. Thanks to her I have even learned to come with a cock buried in my throat."

When the principal eventually came he shot his load all over the young girl's chest and throat. Then he instructed her to drop her panties in "the drawer", leave her breasts hanging free of her bra, and then to put on her dress and go back to class without cleaning up at all. He wanted the other students to smell his pungent semen and know who the boss was at this school for girls.

After the young school girl left, Caramel was also instructed to drop her panties in the bottom right drawer of his filing cabinets and then to put on her dress and go home.

She did as ordered but when she looked into the drawer before depositing her lacy panties she saw a pile of panties so large and diverse that she almost fainted. They were every color of the rainbow and every petite size known to man, or women. There were even a few larger ones compliments of some of the mothers who came to visit him.

"That is my souvenir drawer. Well, actually it's just one of my souvenir drawers. It is a drawer for drawers I guess you could say."

Caramel went back into the receptionists office, retrieved her crumpled dress from the floor and then drove home as quickly as she could.

It was time for anther shower, only this one was longer and... deeper than usual.