Prologue
When John Anderson first applied for the position of vice principal at Aphrodite's Preparatory School for Girls, it had been as a joke. A recent graduate of State with a double degree in psychology and teaching before swinging through law school, he'd never really thought about being any sort of school administrator. He'd intended to teach business or something similar, but not at a local school and certainly not at an all-girls school. He knew of their reputations for having stringent teaching standards and he also knew, despite being only twenty-six years old, that teaching at an all-girls school could only mean one thing.
Trouble.
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He had decided to take the summer off after graduating law school, choosing to relax instead of looking for a job immediately. He had managed to save up some money while in college and had sent out a few applications for teaching positions in local high schools, but nothing he'd seriously considered. Besides none of them had replied. That meant he couldn't get a job for the upcoming school year and would have to wait.
Content with that plan, he had just begun to relax and really enjoy the warm weather when something came in the mail that changed everything.
It was a Wednesday in late June, just a few weeks after John had settled into his new apartment when the mailman came by and delivered the mail. Having been enjoying a nice beer in the shade of his front porch, John thanked the man and went inside to see what the good news was today.
On top was the usual drivel. Clothing ads, coupons to local stores, alumni mail, and donation requests from his school
Already? John thought with a shake of his head.
Then he reached the bottom of the pile and stopped.
It was a pamphlet for a new private school in the area. John's parents had told him a little bit about it and had suggested he get a job there. But they had only told him bits and pieces' where it was, how big it was, and who they knew who had applied to work there, and it hadn't interested him in the least.
What he saw before him, though, changed everything.
The cover of the trifold pamphlet had a solid pink background with the title Aphrodite's Preparatory School for Girls scrawled across the top in fancy, looping red cursive. Underneath it read, The area's first comprehensive school for young ladies to help mold them into the leaders of tomorrow. Our top-of-the-line staff have degrees from the most prestigious universities in the world and are dedicated to the success of their students.
In between the title and this message was a picture of a building that looked more like a castle than a school. It had a certain appeal, though, as John could see that it had certain modern aspects integrated into it.
Below all that, in small print at the bottom of the cover, was a small disclaimer. It said, All students pictured are real students who have agreed to pose for this pamphlet. They will be attending in the fall.
Mildly intrigued, John opened it up. As went with the travel plans and other life decisions he had made, he wasn't really looking for a job. But hell, he was only going to be a few years older than some of these girls and maybe a few of the ones they had pictured would be hot. After all, there had to be a few moms and dads who had relatively attractive girls who they wanted to send to this school right?
The inside left him gawking. The girls inside were stunning. They all wore tight, stereotypical catholic school girl outfits, plaid shirts, short ties and navy blue skirts, to boot. Each girl was radiant, the dozen or so photos arrayed across the page showcasing several stunning girls of different ethnicities, who he guessed were the seniors at the school, making them 18 or a bit older. These girls, these purported students who would supposedly walking the halls of this building in a few months, were goddesses. He was a red-blooded American male who knew attractive when he saw it. These girls exceeded that.
As his gaze swept over the page, he couldn't get over how hot these girls were. Firm breasts, tight stomachs, strong, long legs and round, perky asses greeted him in every picture despite the photographer's best to make the focus on the group of girls pictured. It wasn't that it was intentional, it just seemed, to a horny, single bastard like John, that every picture had some shot of a girl or two where just a little too much skin was showing. Not that he minded. The smooth, creamy skin and flawless muscles made him unconsciously lick his lips. The flowing brown, red, black and blonde hair was a rainbow of awe for John, the shimmering locks framing full lips, wide smiles and captivating eyes.
John scanned the rest of the pamphlet before he flipped to the back and saw a small section at the bottom that caught his attention. Vice Principal needed, it said and listed a number.
More as a way to earn a quick laugh than anything else, John gave the number a ring. Within ten minutes, he had earned an interview with the school's principal the next day. Four hours after the interview, John learned he had the job.
Two months after that, he found himself in his brand new office, door locked and reclining in his great leather computer chair as Sindy Graves enthusiastically rode his cock.
Chapter One
The late afternoon sun filtered through the filmy curtains, setting the room ablaze with a light red hue that spread across the room. John leaned back in his deep chair, the wide leather seat much larger than he had required. As John had found out, the previous vice principal had been a massive man, over six and a half feet tall and four hundred pounds. Consequently, the furniture left behind was very large.
The mahogany desk in front of him was very large and even though John was just over six feet tall, he still felt small behind it. There was plenty of leg room underneath it and enough space for all the papers and other school crap he wanted scattered across its varnished surface. His office was vast, with two long, deep couches and several similar chairs. The plush carpeting had only been recently installed, something John had specifically asked for so he could walk around his office barefoot. But that wasn't his favorite part of being the vice principal.
No, the gorgeous teenager riding his cock was his favorite part. She was absolutely stunning, her firm C-cup breasts bouncing with each drop of her perfect hips. He could see the faint outline of a six-pack on her tight stomach and the arms gripping to his shoulders were strong despite their slimness. His hands were clasped on either of her fantastic ass cheeks, clutching each muscular orb as she drove herself up and down.
He could feel her pussy walls begin to spasm and knew his orgasm wouldn't be far behind. With a sudden movement, Sindy, or Sin as she liked to be called, gripped John's shoulders and pulled herself to him, mashing her lips to his for a deep kiss. It lasted only a few seconds before she threw her head back and let her orgasm overtake her, her mouth open in a silent scream. With her chest forced out and her pussy going into sopping convulsions, John leaned forward and nibbled on her nipple, squeezing both breasts to heighten her pleasure. He could feel her wetness beginning to seep out of their joining and knew his release was going to be coming within seconds. He was never able to withstand her orgasms despite his best efforts, the exquisite heaven that was her pussy overcoming his resistance every time they had sex.
