John POV
"Idiot!" Seira cursed, "I told you I HATED fish!"
Seira Landeve, a nineteen years old college student with the personality of a spoiled baby, huffed and puffed. Her left hand turned into a fist.
"Hey, hey, calm down!" I said as the old cook whom Seira directed her fury at began to sob.
"Shut up, Idiot number two!" she barked, "you didn't even enter college!"
Luckily for me, a twenty year old cook, Seira decided to leave instead of, say, burning the entire canteen down. All the other college students merely mumbled their sympathies to me and Mrs Wainwright, the old cook. Seira was the principal's only daughter; this effectively meant she could do anything she wanted ... everything.
Since budget was limited (or some corruption took place), there weren't enough security guards to patrol the entire university perimeter. Mrs Wainwright was still somewhat in shock, so I substituted for her that night.
I was patrolling the fifth floor, armed with a baton and a flashlight, when I heard peculiar noises. I raised my baton, my hand trembling badly; I heard rumours about ghosts haunting the fifth floor.
I couldn't be more surprised than when I saw a naked figure: the silver haired Seira Landeve,
She sat on the floor in the northernmost (and supposedly the most haunted) corridor, her left hand pinching her clitoris. Her naughty moans filled the otherwise void air. She then licked her own right breast.
Then I remembered all she did to me, no, to everyone. She would often bully weaker students into submissions, force Mrs Wainwright and I to accommodate her requests, and even threw a bowl of hot soup at my face because it wasn't spicy enough.
I took out my phone and took a few photos and a short video, then left.
***
The next night, I continued my patrolling. Poor Mrs Wainwright has always patrolled the haunted fifth floor, so I took pity and offered to substitute for her permanently. Seira Landeve returned that night and she began to strip until only her white bra and striped panties are left.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I asked, my lips curling upwards.
"You!" Seira barked, "you pervert!"
"At least I don't stroll around at midnight while being naked," I replied. I pulled my phone and flashed her the pictures I took the previous night.
"Fine ... what do you want?"
I unzipped my pants and showed her my cock. "Care to handle this guy right here?"
"Hmph. So predictable," she mocked. With that, she fell to her knees and began putting it inside her mouth.
Her mouth felt warm and comfortable and her blowjob was skilled. She licked my shaft with her tongue and squeezed my balls. Fifteen minutes passed and I couldn't hold it any longer. I placed my hands on the back of her head and thrusted her head towards me. I pushed my cock into her throat, unloading my cum inside. Seira's eyes widen.
"Satisfied now?" she asked.
"I am, but what about you?" I asked back.
"What do you mean?"
