Road to the Principal's Bed (Part 2)

The one night full of moans with Kennedy happened again and again and again until we decided to be each other’s regular fuck buddies. There were times that he would fingerfuck me during class, and after that, I’d give him a head in the men’s comfort room. 

 

I actually felt good and enjoyed doing it with him. He has a huge dick and is also a good fucker. So the two weeks that we have been fucking each other satisfied my lust. 

 

I slowly rose from his bed and took my oversized white shirt under the bed before wearing it. A smirk escaped from my lips as I watched him peacefully sleep. 

 

We are in their house right now, and as usual, we fucked each other again. It’s already past midnight, but I couldn’t get myself to sleep, so I decided to get myself a milk down in their kitchen. 

 

All the lights have been turned off, and I know that we are the only people here tonight aside from their househelps, so I don’t take time wearing my underwear anymore. 

 

According to Kennedy, his parents are out for the whole week, and they are yet to come home next week, so we are free to do everything we want here. 

 

He is a nice guy, and I can say that I like him. He’s different from the other guys I fucked before, who are assholes and fuckers. He knows how to value one’s dignity and respect. If only I don't provoke him to do lustful things in public places, for sure I’d see him as a saint. 

 

Shaking my head, I opened the fridge and looked for some milk that I wanted to drink. I took a box of one that I liked.

 

I walked to get myself a glass, but I noticed that I couldn’t reach it myself. So I sighed and took the small wooden chair beside me, and I stepped on it, trying to get the glass for me. 

 

But before I could reach it, a low, deep voice growled behind me. 

 

“I’ll get one for you.”

 

I startled and got scared a little. Looking behind my back where the voice came from, I realized that it was Kennedy’s father, the principal of our school.

 

I gulped as I watched him walk toward me. He sharply eyed me as he used his tallness to reach and get a glass for me. 

 

“T-Thank you,” my voice cracked a bit as I accepted the glass. 

 

He is still in front of me, looking so massive and hot. Yes, he is so fucking hot. He’s just topless, so I am free to watch his fucking perfect body. There are some sweats on his chest that even made him hotter. 

 

“I didn’t know you’re here, sir. Kennedy told me that his parents are out for the whole week,” I croaked. 

 

I feel like I needed to explain why I am here, but of course I cannot just say that I am here because his son fucked me hard and rough earlier. 

 

He raised an eyebrow and did not speak. He got another glass before taking his back at me, giving me a clear view of his back body. 

 

Damn.

 

I followed him right to the fridge, and without hesitation, I took the milk beside him and poured it on my glass. He was watching me as I did it, and so I offered it to him after, thinking that he also wants it. 

 

And I’m right, though. He accepted it and poured his glass a half of milk.

 

“It’s already midnight. You should be sleeping right now,” he said as he looked at me.

 

“I would want to, but something is keeping me awake, sir.” 

 

I tasted the milk without removing my glare on him. I can say that I’m starting to flirt with him. Do I want to fuck him? Of course. I have always dreamt of fucking some old man, specifically him. And now that I think I have a chance to do so, I will do everything I can so that he will fuck me.

 

“How about you, sir? Your son told me that you’re out of town.”

 

“I had to be home because I needed to fix some problems at the university.” 

 

Oh, well. I wonder if he knows I’m studying at the same school he is the principal at? Probably not. The school is so huge that for sure he wouldn’t hear my name even a bit. 

 

“And please spare the'sir’. We’re not in the school, and so you don’t have to call me by it.” 

 

Should I call him Daddy, then? 

 

Thinking that I would be calling him Daddy makes my pussy wet, especially since I’m wearing nothing under my shirt! I’m completely naked under it, and I am here talking casually at my fuckbuddie’s father. 

 

I can feel something in between my legs, so I decided to take a seat on the stool bar behind me. My throat ran dry as his dark eyes followed my movements. I was about to sip on my glass of milk when it accidentally slipped from my hand and the milk poured on my shirt! Making my peaks visible. 

 

I screamed a little because of the coldness of the milk. Dave, Kennedy’s father, immediately went to me and gave me a handkerchief. 

 

I took it from his hand and quickly wiped my shirt. 

 

My eyes turned to him when he started to walk away. At first, I thought he’s going to leave now, but then I saw him take the shirt right on the table.

 

“Wear my shirt first. The milk is cold, and your shirt is wet. You’ll be sick if you continue wearing that,” he said, offering me his black shirt. 

 

Fuck. His hands are full of veins and it seems so hard. I wanted to touch his muscles, but I refrained myself from doing so. I need to behave… at least for a while. 

 

I walked down the stool bar then removed my white shirt, not caring if he would see me naked. I smirked in my mind when I saw his eyes darkened.

 

I am completely naked in front of him and I felt so exposed but damn it only makes me horny.