Friday had finally made its way, after such a long week. Tonya was beginning to feel more and more sexy as the days passed. Not only was she fucking the principal, but she had felt the passion of a woman. As she struggled to concentrate on the teacher's instructions, Tonya's mind began to wander. She began replaying the week's events, and felt her red lace panties becoming increasingly wet. She crossed her legs tightly, hoping to stop the flow of juices before they became unmanageable.
Her heart was racing as the lunch bell rang, signaling her hasty retreat to the principal's office.
By now, Connie no longer even spoke to Tonya when she entered the main office, she would just look up to see who had come in, then go back to typing on her computer.
Come to think of it, none of the secretaries were greeting Tonya anymore. Did they know what was going on behind David's closed, locked door? Tonya didn't even care anymore. This was her last year in high school anyway, she didn't care what anyone thought of her anymore.
She made her way down the long, narrow hallway to David's office and knocked lightly, waiting for him to answer, like always. And, today was no different, except for one thing. David didn't answer the door wearing his usual clean cut business suit, today he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.
"Come in, baby," he whispered, closing and locking the door behind them.
"What's going on, David?" she asked.
"Listen, I want you to walk back out in a few minutes, go down past the girl's locker room and go out that exit door, meet me in the faculty parking lot in 20 minutes," he said, giving her a hot, hard kiss and opening the door.
Tonya wasn't given any time to ask questions, so she followed David's instructions to the letter.
Twenty minutes later, David emerged carrying his briefcase and putting on his dark sunglasses, "Get in the car, baby," he said, slipping into the driver's seat and releasing the lock on the car door.
Once inside, David closed the driver's side door and pushed the lock button again and wasted no time turning to his eighteen-year-old whore and giving her a kiss that would peel the paint right off of any wall. He slid his hand up her thigh, pushing her wet, red lace panties aside and quickly jammed 3 dry fingers into her cunt, causing her to squeal into his mouth as they kissed.
He finger fucked her roughly as she spread her long, tan legs wide and unbuttoned her tight blouse. Today, she wasn't wearing a bra though and her heavy tits instantly bounced free, hanging like ripe oranges from a tree. Once David realized she was not wearing a bra, he became angry with her, breaking their kiss suddenly.
"How dare you not wear a bra to school," he hissed, yanking his fingers from her sloppy cunt and placing his hand around her throat, "I suppose you got some limp dick boyfriend you're trying to impress and you wanted to show your nipples off thru this flimsy uniform shirt."
"No, God no, David," she said hoarsely, looking into his eyes.
"Let's get one thing straight, Tonya, you belong to me now, bitch, you got that?" he said, releasing her throat.
Tonya began coughing hysterically, feeling the blood finally rushing out of her head, "Yes, David, yes, I know that, I only did that for you, I thought it would excite you, I'm sorry."
David said nothing as he slammed the car into reverse and left the school parking lot, squealing his tires. He reached over and turned his radio up, almost full blast as Tonya watched the speedometer inching towards 80 mph.
"David, please slow down, I said I was sorry, I honestly didn't mean to upset you," she said, trying to maintain a calm tone in her voice, even though he was beginning to frighten her.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as David punched the gas, forcing the car to finally hit 100 mph. Tonya watched the trees and power lines pass in a dizzying blur, trying to remain calm.
He never spoke to her during the entire drive, eventually she fell asleep.
She was awakened when David turned the radio off, "Wake up, we're here," he said, releasing the door lock and opening the door. He got out and slammed the door shut, almost busting the hinges.
Tonya looked around for a second, completely unaware of her surroundings. She took a deep breath and climbed out of the car. Ahead was a small log cabin, very old undoubtedly.
David jumped up on the wooden porch and took a set of keys out of his briefcase, and unlocked the door.
Once inside, Tonya's nostrils quickly filled up with the disgusting odor of old dust and cigarette smoke that always seems to linger, no matter how long ago the cigarette was put out.
