Forbidden Impulse

Jackson looked as if he was waiting for something. This is it, he thought. Let's see what happens next.

Hands were at his side, his eyes were staring right through her icy exterior, and his muzzle had a smirk. It worked, he thought. Just like last time with Brent's sister, only this time it wasn't an accident. But what now? Jackson thought back to that night, and instead decided to just wait for her first move. And for a first move, it was one hell of a good one.

Scarlet walked to the entrance to her office and locked it with a click, "You've been causing trouble ever since your father passed away. He was a good man, Jackson, so it shocks me that his son isn't following his example."

Jackson rolled his eyes, "I'm not my Dad. Never will be." Jackson's eyes fell to the floor.

But Scarlet brought them back up, "You are a very bright student. In fact, you are part of the small percent of students still keeping this school afloat. That being said...I think you are past due for a reward." There was a hint of something in her tone as it changed.

This wasn't his first time, but given how well it was going, it wouldn't be his last. Jackson was excited inside, celebrating this newfound power of his. Scarlet lightly pushed him to the chair, making the boy sit right back down where he needed to be. With a flick of her black hair, she slowly descended to her knees, grace in every movement.

Her eyes were like that of a siren, hypnotizing Jackson. Many students would kill to be in the position he was in right now, having their principal glide her sultry hands around his loins and lap. Her fingers found the zipper to his jeans and pulled them down, excitement already clear and present in the form of a bulge, "You'd better keep this between us if you want more rewards..."

Jackson was reminded of a hard truth but a delicious pill to swallow; When Miss Scarlet was in the room, she was in control. No ifs. No ands. No buts.

"Yes, ma'am." He said with a sneer, still happy that this power was his. Still, while he didn't have her completely under his control, he had her in front of him. To Jackson, that was enough. More than enough.

Her fingers tickled his inner thighs, where he hadn't been touched by anyone but himself since the pep rally incident. After the time spent to get his pants down to his ankles, he was vulnerable before his principal. She could see everything in all its rock-hard juicy red goodness.

Her nose caught waft of his scent, making something in her body stir like a storm. Her tail gave slow but excited wags as she leaned in. Jackson felt her wet nose against the lower half of his underside, and a waft or two of cool air; she was smelling his cock like a perverted cougar. Her hands were yet to come close to his length and it was making him antsy. Still, there was something about not being in full control of her that was making him want more. It was like watching someone undress--You're waiting to see what comes next,

"I could lose my job for this..." She spoke in the softest of tones, lust dangling off of the tip of her tongue, "You'd best be lucky I'm so generous to you, Mr. Kenneth."

The way she spoke his name sent shivers throughout his young body, making every muscle in his very being want more. His response to her rolled off his tongue as if it was natural, "Yes, ma'am..." He said, still smirking but giving her all of the control, "Will I be tardy?"

"I'll write you an excuse. Now shut up." She commanded.

This was a hungry woman, Jackson thought. It shouldn't surprise him. Principal Gwen Scarlet was a woman comparable to a rose or a ladybug with the wrong colors. She could as easily attract you as she could make you regret getting close. Now that woman was on her knees about to service him. But given the way she was handling him, who was truly being serviced?

Scarlet took ahold of his shaft, snapping him out of his thoughts. He locked eyes with her, his fingers digging into the cushion of the arm rests. Her hot breath drew closer, muzzle just inches from touching him...Yet she stopped. She halted, almost as if she was doing it on purpose.

That was until she spoke, "Boys have such perverted minds." She said. Her mouth still had not yet made contact with his throbbing red rocket. She did give it a single slow stroke with her hand, almost painfully too slow. Jackson couldn't resist the urge to let a groan leak past. The feeling of her warm breath on his bare doggy bone making it hard to think. Her ears twitched, and the corners of her muzzle stretched upwards in interest, "I see the way they stare at me. They look at me like animals forgetting I can scratch them..." Her nails dug into his meat, but not deep.

He winced but let it continue. Her claws were sharp but pleasant--a reminder that patience was a virtue. That and the fact that Gwen had him in a very dangerous position. One wrong move would end badly, so Jackson knew to be a good boy for this woman. She was being so forward with him and it left him wondering how far she was willing to go with his sanity?

She could see it slipping in his eyes, and the view brought her delight, "What's wrong? You can't wait any longer?"

Jackson shook his head.

"Then use your manners. You're the only young man in this school that still has them."

Jackson pleaded under his breath, "Please do it, Miss Scarlet--"

"--Mistress." She interrupted with a command.

Jackson blinked, but his enjoyment overshadowed the questioning. He didn't really care and shouldn't, unless he didn't want his cock sucked. So he corrected himself like the good boy he was,

"Mistress..." He said, his meat giving a hard jump, "Please suck my cock."

Her soft looking muzzle opened and gave way for his thick cock to make a landing, "Good boy..." Then, with a smooth motion, she rewarded his actions. Jackson felt all of the air shiver out of him as her warm mouth engulfed his rocket like a snack. The roof of her mouth perfectly cupped his shape as she slid down further, tongue underneath to lick and lap at his raw flavor.

Jackson couldn't believe this was happening. There were so many things running through his mind as Principal Gwen Scarlet bobbed her head up and down along the length of his throbbing lizard. First was his powers. He started to regret all of the times that he could've easily seduced all of his crushes into this. But, Jackson knew better than anyone else would at his age--Power came with a drawback. There was always a drawback. But so far, the only issue he's seeing is the lack of full control.

Whatever his powers did made Miss Scarlet so aroused that she couldn't help herself. She locked the door, made him sit down and started gawking his meat. But she was influenced by whatever he did, but she wasn't under his complete control. Jackson would love to theorize possible solutions for this, as well as the good things he could do. Bad things too, of course. But it was difficult to think about anything clearly when Miss Scarlet was sucking him off so good.

She kept working the hot and slippery insides of her mouth and throat back and forth with steady motion. This wasn't her first time sucking dick, as Jackson expected. However, he didn't see a ring on her finger nor any sign of kids she might've had. She was one hell of a hard-to-get woman with a body like hers, and the sexual prowess she could show with her perfect head-game.

The pleasure only continued to soar higher and higher. There seemed to be no limits to her skill. Just when Jackson was getting control of his senses, she would suck it right back out of his grip. Groans left his mouth as she kept swallowing his entire girth, knot excluded. Her soft lips kissed the half-swollen bulbs whenever she bottomed out. Her throat seemed to be squeezing him just right, much better than his hand ever could. When she slipped towards the tip, her lips were wrapped around just perfectly so he had no room to breathe. She could feel her tongue hungrily lapping around, licking up his oozing pre-ejaculate.

A moan emitted, vibrating her throat around his meat. Jackson was barely holding on, getting closer to the edge like a car with no brakes. Her mouth was too good for him to resist wanting to fill her mouth with semen. His balls started to shrivel, tightening to his body as his orgasm was right there--

But Scarlet wasn't done. She quickly pulled off of his cock and scowled, "What do you think you're doing?" She gripped underneath his knot and wagged his cock side to side, "Who said you were allowed to cum in my mouth?"

"Sorry--"

"Save your apologies, boy." She growled with a look in her red hot eyes--Lust in a dominant form, "Fine. If you're going to cum, you're going to do the work for it."

Jackson didn't know what she meant until she walked over to her desk. He watched her fingers hook the edges of her skirt. Like a black curtain over a stage, she lifted them up to reveal her big round canine bottom. The edges of her panties were calling his name. Every nasty fiber in his perverted mind wanted to just bite them off for her, but he patiently waited, itching to get out of the chair.

His 'Mistress' grabbed a rubber from her desk. Jackson wanted to question her about it, but why would he? Sometimes the best thing to do was shut up and just enjoy the moment, and he was about to get laid doing so. She made her way back over to him, her hips hypnotizing his mind. He could watch her walk all day, noticing the light ripples in her thighs. She ripped the plastic wrapper and let the condom loose, a one-size fits all.

She was silent as she equipped his cock with the condom, sliding it over his length with poise. He shuddered at her touch, nearly puddy before her. She grinned, loving every minute of it. With a toss of her hair out of the way, she straddled him...but something was in her eyes. Oh no, Jackson thought. She wasn't just going to slide on down just yet.

She seemed to notice that he figured her out. Nothing was going to be easy with Miss Scarlet aside from what he did to make her so lustful. But from that point forward, he had no strings to pull. No moves to make. He was bound underneath her weight, stuck with a rock hard cock pulsing between her asscheeks,

"I think you get it now." She giggled, "You can touch me. But don't think about putting that thing in me until you beg for it." Her hand gripped underneath his jaw, forcing him to look into her eyes. Her black nails dug into his fur so pleasantly that he couldn't resist wrapping his hands around her juicy rear. The flesh itself, in Jackson's hands, was driving him insane with excitement.

The same ass he watched wobble down the hall was now in his grasp, only blocked by a pair of lacy black underwear--Underwear that he swore didn't have a perfect hole in it before, letting her bare sex touch his shaft. Perhaps he was too distracted by the bakery in his paws, fingers digging into the dough like a chef. He wanted it to bounce on him so badly, but Miss Scarlet was not letting that happen...yet,

"Please, Mistress..." Jackson said, voice too low for Scarlet to be satisfied with. Her hips took action, once used to hypnotise him. Now, they were making sure there wasn't a second where his cock wasn't being teased against her glimmering wet folds, juices acting as a fresh polish.

Scarlet was more than happy to oblige. After all, she wanted it just as badly. But she also wanted to drown in more pleading from him. The sound of a man melting underneath her was driving her insides wild with anticipation, slick with excitement.

"Please?" She teased, "Please what?" She had him right where she wanted him.

And he was not complaining in the slightest, "Please ride me. I want it."

Ooh, that was the stuff, Scarlet thought. "I bet you do, Mr. Kenneth..." Scarlet's warm paw wrapped around his girth so she could take aim. Her eyes glanced at the clock on the wall, ticking away annoyingly. She clicked her tongue. Scarlet had to rush, or else he'd miss another class.

Jackson was ready. He was more than ready, actually, as his hands were rested on Miss Scarlet's lower back. His fingers were riding that perfect curvature of her rump as she lowered herself on his length. This wasn't Jackson's first time, but it had been too long of a time since he last felt the embrace of a woman's love tunnel. He had forgot how tight it was. Even with the condom preventing the pleasure from being at it's best, he felt the velvety walls squeezing him dry.

All the breath in his lungs became hard to hold onto when she began to lift and drop her hips. Light sounds of workplace indecency filled the room as her rear end repeatedly plopped over and over into his lap, ripples being sent upwards from the collision. Scarlet let out a moan, and right then was the truest of signs that Jackson's life was about to change.

Her words echoed in his mind as he gazed at her bouncing cleavage, begging to be free. He could only imagine the beautiful shape of them behind her top, only buttons away from being free. Jackson's fingers slid from around her body and traveled up her sides, making her shiver as she repeatedly bounced her snug sex up and down his entire length. His knot kissed her body too many times to count by this point.

"You--You perform as well as your academics, Jackson..." Scarlet breathed, ecstasy and lust in the air. She wouldn't be riding so hard if she had the time. But with both of them at their highest points of lust, there was no way in hell Scarlet was going to let him leave without an 'O'. She was determined to get it. He was more than happy to give it to her.

"You've s-seen nothing yet, Miss Scarlet..." Jackson said. He couldn't dominate her, no, but he wasn't going to let her take all the fun either. He threw his arms around her waist and both of them slumped down in the chair a bit further. Just before Scarlet could question it, Jackson was pumping his hips upwards into her. Deep. Hard.

She could swear by the fur of her wagging tail that his cock was much too big for a young man his age. Jackson was practically a barely legal male with a cock of a porn star. That alone had Miss Scarlet craving more. She grabbed the back of the chair and kept riding that rocket like an astronaut, making a beautiful noise of hot debauchery together that thankfully didn't bleed through the door.

Her moans were much louder at this point, claws digging into the fabric of the chair. He had his hands kneading deep into her doberman booty to spread it wide and let the air touch both of her naughty goods, including the one tightly sucking his cock in regardless of far he pulled out. He was sure she was a drooling mess around his cock, leaving creamy evidence behind, because he could feel it running down his sack. His balls were full of semen that he was more than ready to spill. If not for the stupid condom, Jackson would dump it deep in her womb. But if he did so, nine to ten months later, he'd have to face the consequences of his sinful actions.

"Fuck." Scarlet moaned, "Don't you dare stop. I'm getting close--"

Jackson thought, no. She teased him this long and was going to end it so soon? He glanced at the clock this time and saw her motivation. Damn, he thought. Well, he might as well end it *his* way. What does he have to lose when she was this horny? This wet, literally drooling pussy juices down his nuts?

Jackson wanted to put her back on that desk and show her what he was made of. But there was an issue--Jackson wasn't the most fit of guys. If he dared tried to pick her up, he would embarrass himself. It surely wouldn't be as easy as standing up, holding her by the ass and carrying her all the way to her desk, where she currently leaned back on and watched Jackson pound away at her pussy like a--

Jackson's thoughts stopped as he had realized it. He had just moved her as if it was nothing. A grown woman felt like a heavy grocery bag to him, whereas before he couldn't even lift one end of his bed. Jackson's insides were giddy at this point. Not only could he seduce any woman he wanted, but he had enhanced strength too?

Jackson made a note to properly celebrate when he got home. But for now, he focused on the task at hand--Nailing his principal. The desk gave a small creak for help here and there, but nothing was stopping him at this point. He held up her legs, put the back of her ankles on his shoulders, and kept taking her higher. Her moans were getting harder to resist--He wanted them louder. He wanted her to be a dripping mess by the end of the hour.

Just then, he felt the walls of her pussy clench up tight like a vice, snapping around him. But even then, he didn't stop. Scarlet's eyes were rolled back into a clenching shut, her back arching and body tensing up. But Jackson kept fucking that pussy, regardless of how badly her juices were splaying all over the wood of the desk. He wanted to rip the condom off and take more from her. The tables were already turned, so why not kick the spilled food around a bit? However, he couldn't take his eyes off of her tits...

Between the movement from the chair to the desk, her big breasts had broke free and were now bouncing around for his viewing pleasure. But he wanted to do more than just watch. He wanted to slap them around. He wanted to kiss them, suck on them, have them bouncing in his face--he wanted the whole nine fucking yards now! Jackson had never felt so full of vigor before. But if he did everything he wanted, someone would find them and catch them in the act. Then he wouldn't be able to get action from her tits at all.

He suddenly ripped his cock from her pussy. And just then, Scarlet gushed her juices once more with a naughty squirt, body tensing up and hand desperately trying to cover it. But she surrendered to the pleasure, staring at Jackson with messy hair and flushing ears, "Hah..." She was out of breath, sitting up, "That was...--"

She noticed that his condom wasn't full of white substance, nor was it dangling from the weight of it. She looked up at him now, and he was grinning ear to ear as a claw hooked the rim of the rubber to pull it off. Tossing it in a nearby trash can, he began to stroke himself tightly. It was his turn to make commands,

"Let me cum on your tits, Miss Scarlet..."

She hopped down from the desk and quickly got to her knees. It caught Jackson a bit off guard, as he was expecting her to have a rebuttal or hesitance. But she just did it, now stroking his cock for him. Her other arm, the free one, was resting under her heavy melons to shelve them up for him. She stared into his cock patiently while beating it, jerking it with a smooth and fast fist. The wetness of her unprofessional mess made a perfect lube for the hand-job, and the pleasure of her digits milking his meat drove his orgasm ever so close so fast.

The sight of her breasts made it even harder to resist. Her shape was perfect enough to make the hands of an artist tremble. The color of her nipples, harder than ever, made it difficult to miss staring into them like two big dark chocolate eyes. Scarlet didn't look her age and it made Jackson wonder if she had been lying about it. For a forty year old woman, she had the body of a twenty-nine year old model. Her hair was in the way, but she tossed it back with a flick, giving him nothing between her landing zone and his--

"Cum for me..." She moaned. Oh, she wanted it. She wanted it badly, holding out her tongue just in case he decided to aim higher. Her eyes, the deepest red he had ever seen, drew him closer to her as if he was under a spell. And as if she pressed a button, he tensed up...

Quickly, she grabbed ahold of his knot at the first sign of his orgasm. She felt it swell in her hand before it began to pulse in tandem with the thick, white and musky mess of potent student cum. He made it known that this was a good one, groaning out loud into the air as Scarlet milked him dry. She was right to assume his aim would shift. While he indeed did give her a proper layer of cum on her ebony bosom, existing in the form of thick ropes and puddles, she saw each jump of his cock, throwing ropes higher than intended. They landed on her tongue, as planned, but also her muzzle, cheeks, across the eye and even in her hair. She wasn't safe from his load, but she was grateful he chose to pull out.