Susie continued up the stairs until she was standing just a few steps below him. Her face was right at his crotch level. For the third time in little more than half an hour she reached out and squeezed a man's prick through his pants.

"I want it again, Sir. I want your cock in me again."

Cummings felt a surge of lust shoot through him. His cock stiffened and he breathed a sigh of heartfelt relief at discovering that she wasn't here to cry or complain or try to blackmail him, as had once happened with one of his colleagues. At the same time he looked around nervously, afraid that someone might see or hear. Susie squeezed again at the stiffening flesh in his pants, remembering how it had felt in her. It was thin, but oh so long, and hard, just like a broom-handle. She looked again at the broom he was holding, trying to imagine it inside her. Cummings turned abruptly, still holding onto the broom.

"Not here, you hot-assed little bitch. Quick, in my office!"

Susie contentedly followed him down the hallway. Everything had worked perfectly; Mr. Mascalla was safe for the time being and she was going to get fucked again.

As soon as they were behind his office door, the vice-principal set the broom down and tried to embrace her. Susie squirmed away. She didn't even like the man – he was the school disciplinarian – so she was certainly not going to kiss him; but she did like his cock and would gladly kiss it. Besides, she wanted to tease him a bit.

"I want to see it again, Mr. Cummings. I want to kiss it, too. Your cock. Show me your cock, please, Mr. Cummings. Hurry. I can't wait."