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flanking the principal's office door.
    “ Lindsey—” Mr. Miller shook his head as he waved her in.
    “ I know, I know.” She snapped her gum, throwing her backpack on the floor and flopping into the chair next to his desk. “Save the lecture, Dad.”
    Mr. Miller nodded to Mr. Ryan. “Thanks for bringing her down, Jim.” Mr. Ryan sighed, pulling the door closed as he left.
    “ So what do I get today?” She grinned at him, turning sideways a little in the chair and throwing one leg over the side. “Please tell me it's a spanking along with my ticket to ride the ol' suspension train!”
    “ You're a very difficult girl, Lindsey.” Mr. Miller cleared his throat as he sat in his chair, shaking his salt and pepper head and straightening his tie.
    “ I know.” She fixed him with her gaze as her hand slid down between her legs, pulling her shorts aside. “That's why you like me so much.”
    “ Hey...” His eyes focused between her legs as she spread her lips, showing him pink. She was still glistening wet from touching herself in the computer room and her pussy ached.
    “ Oh Mr. Miller...” She slid two fingers into her wetness, pulling them out and smearing them over her lips. “I've been so, so bad. I deserve everything you can give me...” Lindsey stood and leaned over to whisper into his ear. “And I mean... everything. ” Her still-sticky hand slipped over the crotch of his trousers, feeling his erection. He was hard, and had probably been that way since Mr. Ryan came into his office.
    “ Come on, Mr. Principal.” Lindsey turned and bent over his desk, lifting her ass in the air. “You know I deserve it.”
    “ Please!” Mr. Miller stood, glancing out the window and turning the blinds closed. He passed the door and pushed the button on it, locking it. She smiled, resting her cheek on his blotter with a happy sigh. “You really...need to stop. You are going to get in trouble with more than just me, one of these days.”
    “ I can only hope.” She felt his hand moving over the satiny softness of her shorts as he stepped in behind her. Closing her eyes, she spread her thighs a little wider, her pussy aching. She could barely wait for him to touch her—but it didn't take long. He yanked her shorts down to her knees, his hand coming down hard against her behind.
    “ What were you looking at while you were touching yourself, Lindsey?” His hand met her ass again and she whimpered and sighed.
    “ Nice big fat cocks.” She arched, lifting her ass up for him.
    “ You're so bad.” He smacked her again and she gasped, feeling his fingers probing her slit. “My god...you're soaking wet!”
    “ Can't help it.” She tried to squeeze his fingers, pull them deeper inside of her. “I soooo want to be fucked.”
    “ Do you?” His fingers slid in deeper and she moaned softly. “You want a big, fat cock shoved up here?”
    “ Yes.” Lindsey shivered, her nipples hard against the desk. “But yours will have to do today.”
    “ You little bitch!” His hand came down so hard on her ass that she yelped, tears stinging her eyes. She heard him unzipping, adjusting as he slipped the head of his cock between her swollen lips. He grabbed her hips, sinking himself deep into her pussy. Biting her lip, she tried not to smile in triumph and hid her face in her arms, whimpering instead.
    “ Mr. Miller!” Her pussy throbbed around his dick—god she wanted something bigger. She hadn't been kidding. He was average, and all right, but her pussy wanted so much more! What he lacked in size he was just going to have to make up in roughness.
    “ Let's see how you like that,” he growled, thrusting hard into her—but nowhere near hard enough. Lindsey slid her hand between her legs, finding the aching button of her clit. One finger, back and forth, as he fucked her. That was good. Oh yes, that was very good. She shivered, her face flushing with pleasure.
    “ Is that all you got, Mr. Miller?” She taunted him as he