"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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The slap echoed in the empty corridor followed by the sound of stiletto heels as Ms. Carnale strode away. The Phys-Ed teacher was left standing in the hall, nursing the red splotch on his cheek.
How dare he speak to me like that, she thought. As if I'd have anything to do with his tiny little dickie! THIS is only for real men, she thought as she glimpsed her reflection in a hall way mirror.
As she paraded down the corridor Ms. Carnale was aware of how her tight skirt stretched and flexed over her butt. How the hem stopped closer to her hips than her knees. Two months ago, before meeting Mr. Manhorse, she would never have worn such an outfit. Now she could not remember why not. After all, the stares of the men and boys in the school were her due! There wasn't another woman like her. No one else had her sexual attraction. No other woman filled a blouse like she did. No woman could handle the sky high heels that she constantly wore! She accepted that all the men she met wanted her. And many of them had had her. None were the equal of Mr. Manhorse. But she enjoyed the teasing, the titillating interaction that she took part in with them. Letting a man get a glimpse of her bodacious body, letting them dream of the time when they would be able to fondle her and enjoy the many fruits of her body.
And then. Oh, yes, and then!
Letting them plunge again and again into her tight, moist pussy. Letting them think that they were in control until she was ready to take over. When she bore down with her hot moist pussy the men would soon realize who was in control. She could coax any man to ejaculation within a few strokes.
Or she would roll him over and ride him. Letting him watch her gigantic titties rise and fall above him. Too big for him to corral or control, her boobs would bounce and shimmy while she took all that he had to offer and then demand more.
More than one man had had to rest for days after Ms. Carnale had had her way with them. Only Mr. Manhorse could keep up.
As she tap-tap-tapped down the hall her magnificent bosom wobbled and shook in front of her. The medium weight bra she wore allowed her breasts to shimmy and shake. They powered forward and to the sides as she minced down the hall. She loved that any one who saw her was immediately transfixed by the movement of her gigantic juggs. So large, so firm, so fucking sexy. Some men had ejaculated at the first sight of them in their naked glory. She didn't mind. It made her proud! And she loved to bring her lovers back to a full hard on. Faster than most thought possible she would have his dick fully hard and sliding down her throat or between her tits where they would cum again in minutes! She demanded stamina from all of her suitors. The first load of cum would be deposited on her huge boobs or into her vacuuming mouth and throat before she would permit her partner to experience her amazingly responsive cunt.
She loved the sexual power that she commanded. And the way she could dominate men. Well, most men.
Ms. Carnale was on her way to meet with the District Superintendent. He had requested the meeting, to discuss "disturbing reports of a personal nature". She was pretty sure that those reports had come from that prudish Ms. Munford. The constant looks of disapproval that Ms. Mumford sent her way had never bothered Ms. Carnale. She knew jealousy when she saw it.
As she entered the office where the meeting was to take place Superintendent Chalmers glanced up and then did a double take when he saw Ms. Carnale as she stood just inside the door.
Five inch stiletto heels lifted her up and emphasized her curvy legs. As she turned to close the door he took in the sight of her magnificently tight and toned butt. Wrapped in a dark blue skin tight mini skirt, her butt flexed as she moved. Every detail was on display. Her matching jacket did not go low enough to cover her ass. Instead it stopped at waist level.
Ms. Carnale turned to face Superintendent Chalmers. His gaze flickered over her sultry face, with its expertly applied make up. Something that few teachers bothered with. But then, inevitably, his eyes dropped, running slowly down her body.
The jacket, which failed to cover her taut buttocks, also failed to cover the vastly protuberant pair of breasts encased in a skin tight white sweater. The single button was buttoned but nothing could be done to hide how huge Ms. Carnale was. Her breasts swooped far, far in front of her. In addition, they pushed the lapels of her jacket to each side. Rather than impede the view of those gigantic globes, the jacket framed and emphasized how far those magnificent breasts jutted in front of her. Just how freakishly big her boobs were.
The large golden circle attached to the zipper that split her sweater glinted in the light. Pulled part way down, her zipper revealed just a few inches of her cleavage, it was only a fraction of what she could show when she wished.
Recovering himself, Superintendent Chalmers gestured to the chair beside the desk.
"Please have a seat, Ms. Carnale. I'm glad to meet you at last. I've heard quite a lot about you. Principal Fitz tells my that you are one her most promising young teachers." His voice betrayed a hint of disbelief. His eyes continued to flicker from her face to her other features.
"That's so nice to hear," Ms. Carnale purred. She had had a short conversation the previous afternoon with Principal Tits, um, Fitz, between bouts of double teaming Mr. Manhorse. The Principal had promised that she would say good things to the Super.
"On the other hand, I've heard some less than flattering things from some of your co-workers." he continued.
"Probably that stuck up snob, Ms. Munford." Ms. Carnale murmured.
"I'm not at liberty to discuss confidential conversations, Ms. Carnale. But I can see for myself that some of the comments seem to be true."
She knew what some of those comments had to have been. Ms. Munford had not been shy in expressing her disapproval of Ms. Carnale's new mode of dress. Ms. Munford was a skinny, unhappy, harpy who lived to make other people's lives miserable.
