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My entire body lit up with soreness as I turned over to meet theharsh glint of sun poking through the morning sky. I grew concerned as my nails dragged into a pavement-like material underneath me as I stretched. My eyes flashed open and I quickly realized that I was not sitting in the comfortable confines of my bed, nevertheless in my house. I was underneath the giant football bleachers at my high school and naked! The frigid pavement pressed against my breasts while I lied there, sprawled out without a care. When I was finally able to wobble to my feet, I scoured the area for my car keys or clothes. All I found were large puddles of sticky cum flowing from where my body was and a hastily scribbled note with my name on it. “Anna, Thanks for the entertainment last night during the homecoming football game. Your keys and clothes are somewhere in the school building, but before you leave, I want you to see our incredible fuck as the fans roared above us. On the back of this note is my school entrance code for you to gain access. See you soon.” The note didn’t contain a signature nor penmanship that I could recognize. Fear overtook me in that moment. “What did I do last night? Who fucked me DURING THE GAME?” the questions spun in my mind, shouting at my brain to recall. Without wasting any more time, I sprinted down my school’s long driveway barefoot to one of the cafeteria entrances closest to the football field. I nervously punched the code in the keypad and was quickly eryaman escort reassured by the confident chirp of the security system unlocking the steel door. The entire building was dark except for a few emergency lights speckled across the eerie hallways. There was not a single sound as my bare foot tiptoed across the icy white cafeteria tile. The room was empty as all of the lunch tables were neatly folded and pushed against the wall, leaving the glossy floor to reflect the red beams of light from the exit signs. I spotted another note in the middle of the floor. “Head to the administration wing and use the same code.” I complied, running down the vast stretches of emerald green lockers and bleached tiles. After five exhausting minutes, I managed to bust into the administration wing where all of the principal and vice principal offices are housed near the main office. The shades in this wing were all pulled down, causing it to become almost pitch black. However, I managed to find another white note through the glint of sunlight peeking through the creases of the shades. I dreaded reading that note as it was posted on one of the vice principal’s doors: Mr. Deutsch. He was infamous for being the guilty pleasure of virtually every female student that attends this high school. This man was the epitome of sexiness, at least to us. He was about 6’3 with a toned, muscular build hidden underneath serious, light colored sincan escort dress shirts and black slacks where his hard bulge was visible sometimes… His crew cut hair was a coconut brown while complimenting his coral blue eyes, which made his sharp, serious stare a hundred times more convincing. Mr. Deutsch and I have grown familiar over the years as I led many after school clubs and was known for being a fantastic, cooperative student. He would attend many board meetings, sporting events, and enjoyed being among the rush of students throughout the day, making his presence known to the good and the bad. “Come in.” the only two words scribbled onto the paper. I gulped as I took the note into my hand and slowly turned the knob, not knowing what was behind that door. With a loud creak, Deutsch’s office door swung open revealing a disturbing sight. On his computer monitor, with a bright, clear picture and loud audio, a video popped up on to the screen. Loud moaning commenced with some choppy audio and blank picture. Suddenly, the person on screen shifted the camera and I was dumbfounded at what I saw. “Fuck me, Deutschy, fuck me!” There I was. Bent over, on my knees, under the bleachers, getting speared by my vice principal. I gasped out of shock, however, some curiosity and intrigue flashed within me as I continued to watch the amateur video. Moisture grew in between my legs while the video progressed. I was mesmerized etlik escort watching his long, thick cock disappear into my tight, teen pussy. Mr. Deutsch was enjoying our risky tryst, clawing my hips as he frantically pumped into my hole and moaning quietly into my ear on film. My buttocks and full breasts swayed, yearning for him to fill me up. I blushed at the slutty smirk that was smeared across my face, committing various sins and breaking numerous rules. But, I was enjoying every moment of it, clearly. Lost in the hot video, my hands made their way into my pussy unconsciously. I was desperate to relieve myself after discovering how I spent my Friday night, hypnotized at the entire run down as our screams of pleasure and the spectators’ howls of excitement echoed in the background. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grabbed onto my hips. Before I could panic, they pulled me into the chest, pressing their hard on into my spine with their right arm wrapped around my breasts. Their masculine, musky scent was shockingly familiar as their breath trickled down my neck, bringing me back to reality. “I see you’re enjoying the show,” Mr. Deutsch snickered, planting searing hot kisses down my back. A moan ripped from my throat as he nipped me gently, indulging in the warmth of my silky, caramel skin. His voice almost made me drop to my knees as I heard the clinking of his belt buckle and his pants fall to the floor. Deutsch’s presence was overwhelming in the small, cramped room causing me to spread my legs and bending over his desk without question. Two of his manly fingers slipped into my wet hole, exploring his nestling place and making me squirm underneath him. “The effect I have on you,” he whispered in a low voice. “Is simply unbelievable.” “Mmm,” my mouth was finally able to sputter out words.

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