Chapter 2 - Principal Weiss' Lust Explodes

"Gawd, Massa, ram me with your perfect cock. Gape my slutty holes that were made and bred for you. Thinking about you makes my cunt drip like a waterfall," Michelle screamed out in her bedroom.
 
 The busty, fit teacher invited her new master home after the school day was over the following day. It took them nano-seconds for their clothes to be torn off, and their love making to begin. Her body quaked in pleasure, feeling his strong hands over her body. Everything he did to her made strong knees weak, and an undying hunger grow in her pussy. It took all her willpower to not bend over for him in front of others.
 
 "Come on, bitch, ride me harder. That negress cunt of yours can handle more of my ivory tower. Take it all, or don't you want a cream filling tonight?"
 
 "Please, Massa, I want your creampie. I want your babies. Ahhhh..."
 
 Michelle screamed out again, orgasming over that perfect cock she submitted to. Her vagina clenched so hard from the orgasm that it caused Nik to cum at the same time. A galleon of cum entered her womb, trying to bloat her finely crafted stomach. Nik put a soft hand on those rock-hard abs, feeling them move with each breath.
 
 "Don't leave me, Massa. I'll do anything you want me to do, I don't care. Just...Just don't leave me," she half-purred and half-cried from sex-addled lust. 
 
Her hands stroked and caressed his hair, and ran nails down his Adonis-like chest.
 
 "Why would I leave my negress bitch? I'm going to white you any time of any day."
 
 SMACK! 
 
Nik gave Michelle a hard slap on the ass. 
 
SMACK! 
 
With each whack, the negress cooed and mouthed thank you to her owner. Body and soul she gave to him. Love at first sight.
 
 "Get dressed in your school suit, but don't get cleaned up. I'm taking you to a special shop. I want to cement our relationship, and test your loyalty. Actions are everything, Michelle."
 
 Smiling, all she could do was nod eagerly. Her mind was racing at what Massa was going to have her do. Was he going to ask her to suck those small, dirty, nigger cocks? Was that the test, to see if she would keep her convictions to him? 
 
SLAP! 
 
Massa graced her with the palm of his hand, his love, and immediately she smiled in pleasure. There was no thought to the action. Her body was primed to his whim and will already.
 
 "But first, you need to put this on," Nik said, smiling happily at his bitch. "A gift for you, of my affections, commitment and responsibility."
 
 From his briefcase he took out a collar. Ivory leather with three letters encrusted in jewels: WON
 
 Michelle pulled her hair aside, feeling the smoothness of the collar against her silky skin. A shudder of delight ran through her body from head to toe. Instinctively, that dominated body pushed up against its master, rubbing those firm ass cheeks against the cock that owned them. It felt empty, like a sheath without its sword.
 
 "Thank you, Massa. I won't do anything to make you regret collaring me, but what do the letters mean."
 
 Nik leaned in to whisper in her ear. Hearing the three words caused her to moan, grab his shirt from behind her, and tug forward. Fresh fluids began to drip out of the white owned hole.
 
 To the outside world their relationship would be viewed as sick, racist, degrading, but it was the pinnacle of freedom for them. Nik had a perverse flair to his sexual persona, one that got easily bored with normal sex. Hump for twenty minutes, maybe get sucked off for five, roll over and fall asleep. Where was the fun, the passion, the intermingling of souls? Michelle needed to be controlled, to have her talents focused and magnified instead of scattered like papers in the wind. They complemented each other perfectly. 
 
 Their word play and acts of domination opened their souls to the other. They revealed how far they would go for the other. Nik didn't need to call Michelle a nigger but she wanted it, craved it. But when he said it the word came out with affection, no different than if being called lover, bitch, or babygirl. When he pressed her up against the wall, cheeks rubbing passionately, calling her "my nigger", Michelle's brain focused on the 'my'. She felt loved, secure, and with no pun intended as if she were the concubine of a powerful knight that would protect her.
 
 An hour later, inside the dirty porno store, the couple stood out from among the masses. It was in the poorest part of town. Despite the location, it had the best selection for what Nik was after. Hand on her ass, making it obvious he was groping the buxom black lady, he led her to a private stall in the back. The walls were lined with gloryhole videos to view in an adjoining room. He picked out one with a black girl named Ana, a personal favorite of his.
 
 "We're going to put on a little show for the people, bitch," he commented. "I'm going to fuck you in the gloryhole. You're not going to touch anyone but me. I want you to tease those fools with their cocks in the holes. Tease them how you're getting fucked by a real man that knows how to push your buttons."
 
 Hearing what was required, Michelle began to drip in anticipation. Her body became a broken faucet. No matter what Nik did or said, fluids would leak out of her love hole. Face first against the grimy wall, the moans of Ana sucking on white cocks in the background, Nik began pounding the black bitch like it was the last day of Earth. Moans of pleasure echoed from lips that drooled incessantly. The moment the first cock poked through the hole, words began to leave her lips. 
 
 "Massa, fuck your negress. I'm just a black bitch that needs a good whiting. I don't care if others know I'm white owned. I don't care if my husband knows I'd rather have a white guy fuck me with his unwashed, cum-caked cock than a clean, black one. I've lost count how many times I've orgasmed since you claimed me."
 
 For the next ten minutes, Michelle went on and on in a similar vein. She got called harsh words. Uncle Tom, Aunt Jemima, house nigger, and so on, by the black clientele that were looking for a quick BJ in the gloryhole room. The words had the opposite effect than intended on the teacher. Each slur, each insult made Michelle scream her praises louder. It was like a switch went off in her head, that it was her mission to please her white god like a priestess.
 
 Drool cascaded out her mouth, eyes rolled back into her skull, and a look of ahegao etched her face. Nik could only smile in happiness. The bitch was passing her first test. One final, hard thrust deep into the ebony cunt led to more cum flooding the drenched womb. It greedily ate it up, and the giant cock stayed put to plug the hole from leaking the valuable liquid.
 
 "I serve my white god. Yes...yes...flood me, Massa. Give me the privilege of carrying your white baby."
 
 Five minutes later, the pair left the store hand-in-hand. They got dirty looks from some, and shamed stares from others, as some of the cliental popped their cork from Michelle's oration.
 
 "Good girl, you passed the first test."
 
 "There are going to be more, Massa?"
 
 "You want to be the head priestess that worships at my altar?"
 
 "It'd be an honor, Massa. Let me serve you with all my heart. It sounded hot and kinky when you went religious on me. It felt like some kind of science fiction or apocalyptic fantasy tale. I can't be head priestess with only one of me. I'll need to go recruit some disciples."
 
 She winked at him as the words came out with a playful tease. Both laughed as the car took off. The fantasy roleplay created a fun contrast to their previous hardcore fucking. The entire ride back to Michelle's work home, she casually, greedily sucked off Nik. Sloppy slurping sounds created the background music for the scenic route tour late at night.
 
 Glug...glug...slurp...glug...slurp...
 
 "I'm worried I'm not going to have the stamina to handle you like this every day, Michelle," Nik joked.
 
 "Nonsense...slurp...I'll take good care of this cock...glug...to get the...slurp...most of it. I won't...slurp...burn you out, Massa," she replied between slurps.
 
 X
 
 "FUCK!" Principal Weiss screamed out in her room, squirting all over the fresh linin. 
 
The giant, ivory dildo was sliding in and out of her cunt rapidly, vigorously. All this time she had been day dreaming of the new teacher at school. He was gorgeous and it made the principal so hot to think about him. The past hour she fantasized him doing all kinds of fetish fantasies to her, from dressing her up as a school girl, to finding an empty barn for something more devious, to even being her Olympic coach.
 
 "Get ahold of yourself, girl," she gasped out, but still licking the sex toy. "You've seen other white men before. He's not the first attractive white guy to walk down the street or star in a movie. I just can't stop thinking about him though. What is it?"
 
 Flopping onto her bed, arms out wide, she closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep. Jealousy tingled in her womb. Principal Weiss knew Nik was fucking Michelle senseless right now, that his beautiful ivory manhood was nestled deep within her womanhood. She shouldn't be having thoughts about being used and owned like a slave but this was her fantasy that was a constant struggle. Her mind told her that society said it was racist, sick and morally wrong. Her body told her the opposite, causing strong knees to become Jell-O at the sight of a white man yanking on the collar of a black woman. 
 
 "I'll try and get him alone. I think I can get him to choose me over Michelle. I know I can." 
 
Her mind raced, figuring out what to wear that would be seductive enough to catch his attention but not so overt that it'd intrigue the other staff. The last thing she wanted was a reputation around school as a whore.
 
 X
 
 The following day, at lunch time, Principal Weiss showed up at Nik's classroom. He was busy looking at some papers, oblivious anyone was even standing there. Even the click of very high heels walking through the empty gym didn't break his concentration.
 
 Knock Knock
 
 "Oh, Principal Weiss, I didn't see you there. Anything I can help you with?" he asked, showing off a beaming smile.
 
 "I wanted to talk to you about something important, in private, away from the others. It's a bit sensitive and I didn't want there to be a fuss."
 
 Nik didn't know what she was getting at, so all he did was continue to smile and offered her a chair. Sitting on the edge of the student's desk showed off Principal Weiss's Amazon look. Thick, chocolaty legs were hard to keep prisoned underneath her tight skirt. It was a white skirt to contrast with her skin, staying modest when standing but once she sat down it crawled up dangerously close to her pussy. The matching white jacket made her a stunner, something Nik never ignored.
 
 When people ask Nik his favorite type of girl and he says Amazon, they think 'oh, those ugly bodybuilder ladies that look like men?' He always needs to explain the difference between a fitness model and a bodybuilder. Once in a while they clue in and think Wonder Woman immediately but not enough for his liking. The finely crafted physique, the firm ass, hard stomach, what was there not to love? Who wants a girl that jiggles? It also helps there is a good chance they enjoy it rough, with the stamina to go all night long. Why else craft a body that looks so strong, tough, that it wouldn't want to be put through the paces?
 
 "We talked the other day about the difficulties you might have at this school cause you're white. I wanted to be more specific," she said, calmly, trying not to just pounce on him. "We've had problems in the past with teachers and students getting too close. I don't want anything to happen. You could just imagine the media storm if a white, male teacher got caught fucking a black, female student. So, I wanted to let you know if you ever want to talk, if you feel there might be a problem, come to me. We'll solve it."
 
 With her arms crossed under her massive chest, it pushed them up to give Nik a better show. He tried to focus solely on her eyes, but they were bigger than Michelle's and were sticking out lewdly.
 
 "What about with other staff?" he inquired.
 
 "Just don't go causing any drama. I can't control what two, consenting adults do in their free time."
 
 "Well, thank you, Miss Weiss for being so upfront with me. I'm sure there should not be any problems during the year. I'm a professional. I'd hate for you to have to vent to your boyfriend, bitching about problems at school I caused."
 
 "Oh, I'm single," she interjected, eagerly.
 
 "Shame, a beautiful woman like you, I thought you'd be snatched up early." He flirted with her, becoming more sexually interested in his superior.
 
 "I haven't found the right guy yet," she said, getting nervous, suddenly playing with the hem of her skirt. 
 
Legs spread apart out of instinct, showing off her lacy panties underneath. Also out of instinct, Nik looked at the show he was given before they locked eyes for a moment, feeling the sexual tension in the air.
 
 "Hey Nik, where did you...Oh, Principal Weiss, was there a department meeting I didn't hear about?" Michelle asked, surprised to see her when walking into the classroom.
 
 "No, nothing, just going over something to help Mr. Knight settle in better. You two enjoy lunch. Remember what I said."
 
 Principal Weiss got up, adjusted her skirt, and walked off. She felt embarrassed, face flushed, and lucky they were not caught in a more provocative moment.
 
 "Everything okay, Massa?" Michelle asked.
 
 "Yeah, she just wanted to make sure I didn't fuck one of the students. You know, race war stuff."
 
 "Was that everything?"
 
 "What do you mean?"
 
 Michelle ran a finger along the desk Principal Weiss sat at. A glossy shine covered the manicured finger.
 
 "Looks like something was going on," she said.
 
 "Huh, she did just accidently flash me. I didn't think she was leaking on the desk though."
 
 "Bitch, trying to steal my man," Michelle spat out in contempt. "Nigger better watch her back."
 
 "Hey, don't get jealous. Nothing happened, Michelle. Relax."
 
 "I don't care who else you fuck, Nik, just tell me I'm your number one."
 
 Nik looked confused. He didn't expect to be given permission outright to be free and fuck anyone he wanted. He had to ask to make sure he wasn't imagining things.
 
 "So, you're telling me I can fuck anyone I want? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of a relationship?"
 
 Michelle walked to the desk, bent over at the hip, and ran a finger over his cheek sensually.
 
 "It's a fetish thing. I'm a collared slave, but I still expect to be number one in the group. A girl has her pride and dignity," she spoke to him. "Besides, why would I keep the other bitches and niggers from experiencing a man like you? One kiss of your tip and they'd be set straight for life. I'm going to need the backup. My jaw and holes are still too sore after all we did." She winked, walking off. "Come on, let's get some food."
 
 The situation intrigued him. Yesterday, he thought he had a kinky BDSM relationship going on. Today, that same girl basically said he could make a harem and she didn't care as long as she was number one. It made what Principal Weiss did more erotic in his mind. During the afternoon he had thoughts of lewd, carnal acts with her. Was there anything wrong with having two Amazons hungrily sucking him off?
 
 The next day Nik arrived early for work. It was quiet, dark, perfect for getting work done without any distractions. Only one car was in the parking lot, the principal's. He figured she had lots of paperwork to do. Heavy rests the head that wears the crown.


From the outside, the school looked old-fashioned. A tall, multi-storied, brick structure, shaped like a C. The parking lot was located in the back of the school, while in the middle, it looked like a park. Trees and benches gave it a modicum of life, even if it were the concrete jungle. Two flags, the school’s and the country’s, hung above the entrance’s large door frame. Both frayed and ratty from years of service. Past the parking lot were fields, designed for football, soccer, and other activities. On the surface it looked on-par with any normal, average high school.

 The hallways were dark, creepy even, for the sun hadn't risen in the sky yet and no one had turned on the lights. He didn't mind it. There was no need to draw attention to himself, and he also could see well enough to get to the classroom. Once inside he took a seat and soaked in the moment. 
 
 The past few days were a blur, and the young man still didn't believe he had gotten into an adulterous relationship with a black teacher that wanted him to treat her like a plantation slave. Whatever rocked her boat as he was not one to criticize her fantasies. His white balls were drained daily by her, and his phone was blowing up to with lewd sexts. It was her way of keeping him edged, always hard and in the mood to gape open her black holes.
 
 He was reading the newest one sent to him last night.
 
 "My cunt is leaking your white baby batter next to my husband. The sheets will be stained with your fluids <3"
 
 "You are definitely special, babe," he said to himself.
 
 Knock Knock
 
 "Busy?"
 
 Nik looked up to see Principal Weiss standing there. His cock sprung up immediately, harder than what any of the lewd messages made him. She leaned against the door frame running a hand over her large rack. Every button was undone, showing off her chocolate mounds, lacy lingerie, and rock-hard stomach. A damp, disheveled short skirt showed off her thick, muscular legs that had a lewd shine to them as cunt juices ran down like a fountain. Long dark hair looked matted, some of the locks hanging over part of her face seductively like out of a spy movie. Each breath made her body heave up and down, extenuating her features like a peacock's feathers. Teeth bit into her half-colored lips, as it hadn't seen a coat of lipstick in hours.
 
 What Nik didn't know was she didn't leave yesterday. Instead, she stayed in the office to try and concentrate on her work. If she went home then any kind of distraction would task that cock-addled mind to watch porn, read smut, just be a dirty girl. That was the plan. It failed. Once the secretary left, her mind wandered to the man she lusted after. Fingers roamed and probed her tight cunt, a hidden dildo was taken out and used, and dream world enveloped her mind for hours. It was only the front door of the school slamming shut that awoke her from her hyper-sexualized state.
 
 She stood there, eyes bloodshot and glazed over from the countless orgasms and lack of sleep. Half-naked, the normally prim and proper woman now looked like a slut. Nik got up out of the chair, walking over to invade her space. The giant bulge in his pants caught Weiss' attention, only causing her to moan and bite on her lip more seductively.
 
 No words needed to be said as the man put a strong hand around her neck, leaning in, smelling her provocative scent.
 
 "I saw the mess you left on my desk yesterday, miss. You've been a bad girl for not cleaning it up. You've also been a bad girl for dressing up like a slut incognito. This body of yours, so strong, so delicious, hidden away like a nun in a monastery."
 
 His hand closed around the throat, semi-choking the proud black woman. The act made her weak in the knees, and a new lust erupted in her pussy. Skin tingled, senses heightened, and wild, whorish thoughts went off in her head as she stared at the man in lust.
 
 "I'm going to fuck you, miss. I'm going to leave the door open and fuck you over the desk you creamed on until your screams echo out into the empty gym. I'm going to gape your holes, leaving you a walking mess for the janitor to clean up afterwards."
 
 He said each word slowly, commandingly, making it known he was in charge and her superior rank at the school meant nothing to him when it came to using her body like a fucktoy.
 
 She didn't ask permission when reaching down to stroke the beast being kept hidden. The feel of it, the girth, only made her needier. Large white cocks, footlongs and bigger, were constantly putting black girls in their proper place on her porno hits list. She didn't like that it was so tame though, forced to be because of the PC culture that gripped the nation. Something perverted, evil inside of her wanted to hear that special word used by and to the black porno actresses. She wanted to hear their reactions, feel the emotions of being just a nigger for the white man. The degrading feeling gave her a sense of empowerment, using her freedom to choose to want to be this way.
 
Nik kept a tight grip on the Principal's neckline, keeping her pinned against the doorframe as he examined, fondled, and otherwise molested the woman like she were a slave at auction being inspected.
 
 "I'll tell you a secret between us," he said with a smile. "I absolutely love girls in shape. Something about the Amazon look makes me rock-hard. I guess it's the superiority complex, taming a woman who could be physically superior to most men. It is also a big turn-on when I'm taming an Amazonian nigger. So much hard work to raise their station out of the dirt, only to be put back on their knees by a white man like it is the natural order of things."
 
 Nik suddenly felt his pants become wet. Hearing the word, finally, broke the strong, black woman. A dam broke, mentally and physically as she squirted all over the white teacher. A flow of lady juice covered those tight pants and splattered on the dirty floor that looked like it was the first cleaning it got all year.
 
 "Say it again to me, call me a nigger again," she cooed.
 
 Nik didn't answer, instead pulling the woman by the neck until he bent her over the desk like a bitch.
 
 "I think you're wet enough for me to give you a proper fucking. I'm not spending the morning with a chubby because you've got a crush on me and showed up at my door like a plantation slave wanting to seduce her Master."
 
 The way he talked to her sent ripples of pleasure through her body, and her mind began to crack more.
 
 "Fuck me, rail me, use me, but please look into my eyes the first time you fuck me, please," she pleaded.
 
 It was no skin off his back so Nik did so, roughly turning the bitch around and arranging her missionary style on the wooden desk. Juices flowed onto the top, the tiny lingerie panties unable to hold back any of the tidal wave of lust.
 
 PLOP!
 
 The sound of thick cock hitting the desk echoed in the air, and Principal Weiss finally got to see the object of her desires. It looked delicious, juicy, divine. She tried to relax her body when the first touch of the cockhead rustled against moist cunt lips. He didn't take the panties off, instead choosing to enjoy the feeling of fine silk rubbing against plump cock.
 
 Slowly, domineeringly, Nik pushed his ivory tower into the principal's eager pussy. It sucked him in like a sheath to a sword. It became stuck for a moment but a good, hard push broke through, literally. Nik could see Weiss' eyes glaze over, and her tongue hang out lewdly. This was only the first thrust but already the woman looked cum drunk. It took him noticing the blood on his cock to realize the woman was a virgin.
 
 "You're a virgin?" he asked, surprised.
 
 She didn't answer, instead reaching up to give him a rough kiss. Teeth dug into skin as if she were trying to mark him as her own bull. The past few days she moped and submissively hid her true feelings from him, like a scared animal too afraid of rejection. Envy and jealously made her shrink even more when she heard and saw this white bull fucking Mrs. Jackson senseless to the point she went full plantation slave.
 
 Nik didn't retreat from the kiss, instead biting her lip back, mixing up their blood together. Subconsciously, his cock went back to fucking the slutty Amazon principal without skipping a beat. He could hear her moans of pleasure through their lip lock.
 
 "Wreck my cunt, stud," she told him, lust ignited in her eyes. 
 
A carnal beast was set loose in the conservative woman and she enjoyed it. 
 
"Tame your virgin principal. Fuck me harder, faster than that whore Michelle. I've got a better body than hers, Nik," she told him, letting her blouse slip aside fully to reveal more of her ebony abs. 
 
When Principal Weiss saw the two of them tear the classroom apart in their passion, longing eyes couldn't help but notice how much attention he paid towards her muscles and abs. 
 
 It was a rare kink. A lot of men are intimidated; get a complex about a fit girl. It only made her hotter to see that her body would be appreciated for what it was. Strong fingers rubbed along her stomach ridges, edging the ebony Amazon.
 
 "With a body like this, I know you want it rough, miss," he told her, pushing the nigger over the student's desk she creamed on yesterday. "I like the Amazon look. I like a girl who keeps fit for her man, so that the look of her sweating in the gym will get my fuckstick popping out of my shorts. Fuck, you're so tight." 
 
 SMACK! 
 
He began spanking her firm, tight ass as she was being railed doggie style. Each time the powerful hand connected onto that ebony butt, Principal Weiss moaned louder.
 
 "Talk to me like you do to Michelle. I'll prove to you I can be a better nigger for you, Massa." Slowly her Caribbean accent came back, giving a nice juxtaposition to the racial slurs. "Use your white breeder stick to pump me full of delicious protein. Let my body absorb it so I can be your nigger Amazon fucktoy!"
 
 Reaching forward, Nik placed a strong hand around her neck and gave it a real squeeze. Immediately, the black bitch began to gush all over his tower like a waterfall. Years of pent up sexual frustration were released in one blast. She didn't know if this would be a one-shot or if he would want to keep fucking her, so her body wanted to make the best of the situation.
 
 Words spoke to her aggressively in her ear, soft but commandingly. 
 
"I'm going to turn you into my black beauty, my ebony bitch, a nigger cumdump to house all my sperm. Michelle is a married woman, and even though she proudly wears my collar she is not one hundred percent mine yet. She wants to be the top bitch, craves it, so you need to prove to me you want to be my top bitch. But I know you've been holding back on me, miss. I could see the conflict in your eyes during the meetings. All proud and in charge, a shit kicker, but one sniff of my musk and you're a girl wanting to please her daddy. I don't mind your softer side, but I know this shit kicker nigger wants to be on display twenty-four seven."
 
 Principal Weiss knew everything he said was true. Even though he was gaping open her black cunt, ruining her for anyone but him, she did enjoy being the HNIC. But something about this man made her putty, made her want to call him daddy, want to be spanked in a slutty schoolgirl's uniform that still fit from her early days.
 
 "You want to be my nigger bitch, then like I told Michelle it is my way or the highway." 
 
SMACK! 
 
He gave her a hard slap across the face that only got a purr in response. 
 
"I'll fuck you when I want, how I want, and you'll dress up in what I want you to wear. Even if it is black history month, I'm sure you wearing a confederate flag bikini underneath your suit would be a bold statement for race relations. Leaving a few buttons undone to allow people to get a glimpse of your allegiance and of what only one man will ever get to enjoy."
 
 "Keep fucking me like this, stud. Ram it into me, harder. Don't worry, my body can handle all you're packing." 
 
Her words rang of bravado but looking back she knew her body couldn't hold his entire cock without a lot of pain initially. It was too massive, too thick. It'd take a lot of practice to get it to the hilt inside her wanton sex holes.
 
 Nik kept pushing as much cock into her cunt as possible, in and out, rough and soft, he mixed it all about to keep her senses on alert. Every time he pushed forward, she purred out. Fingers and body held onto the desk as her butt pushed back into the assault.
 
 "Make me cum all over you. I want to leave a mess here for Michelle to lick up off the floor. Harder, don't worry about breaking me. You're a powerful, white bull. Just ram me...fuck...just like that...it is so deep. Spit on me, slap me, be a pirate and take my Caribbean booty as a prize." 
 
Each word spat out of her lips aggressively, not caring to be passive in the slightest. 
 
 Nik did spit on her face, causing her to send a salvo back at him. Wiping the saliva from his face, he rubbed it onto hers messily. This only led to Weiss' sucking and biting on his fingers eagerly, passionately as he could see a burning lust in her eyes. If this were a hentai, a fire symbol would have replaced Weiss' pupils.
 
 Principal Weiss was like a powersub, telling Nik what to do. He didn't care; it was all fun to him. The orders turned him on, stroked his ego by telling him how much she wanted his cock inside her holes. All that powersubbing didn't mean he played catcher though. Just like he did with Michelle, he grabbed Weiss by the hair and arched her back so they were cheek to cheek. Ivory and ebony mixed together to form a swirl of passion and intrigue.
 
 "You think this is going to be a one shot deal, miss?" Nik aggressively whispered into her ear. "I'm going to use this Caribbean booty daily. I already told you this but I want you to hear it a second time. I've got more than enough in the tank to leave both you and Michelle gaped out, leaking messes. You two should be sisters, my bitch sisters."
 
 Like a snake, a wet tongue slid out and lewdly licked along flushed cheeks. Ruined make-up could be tasted, and tears of joy too. Weiss had been crying from the pain of how big Nik was, and from finally feeling sexually satisfied for the first time in her life. She was on cloud nine.
 
 "Fuck!" she screamed out suddenly.
 
 Nik had bitten into her neckline, hard. The bite was not enough to break the skin but enough to make her feel it like a carnal act of ownership. Territory was being marked, and he was not going to let someone else take this Amazonian beauty away from him. Thoughts of a harem kept pulsating in his mind, like trying to kick down a door. Here he had two women who were his loving, devoted slaves. Why couldn't he have more? It was a battle of 'don't be greedy vs. don't sell yourself short’.
 
 Twice is how many times they came together in their depraved state. Bruises and bite marks littered both their bodies as Principal Weiss' carnal passion bubbled over. Staff would be talking about Nik's neck being blackened from the love bites for the next week. Weiss' was lucky enough to get to cover her ass, as she had been spanked so much the skin turned red, somehow. 
 
 "Fuck me harder, Massa. I'm close again, so very close," she screamed out in her Caribbean accent.
 
Her frame was upright, on the heels of her feet, ramming his cock into him cowgirl style. She did all the work. Her mind was entirely taken over by his cock, his slaps and spanks, all the words and spit he flung at her. She looked like a cum soaked, spit dripping mess, and loved it.
 
 Rough hands ran along her toned stomach, as even rougher teeth bit into bullet hard nipples.
 
 "Harder, Massa, harder, please..." she moaned out on the verge of becoming Niagara Falls.
 
 Faster she worked to slide that hard shaft inside her, edging fiercely. 
 
SMACK! 
 
A hard palm hit her square on the cheek, eliciting another groan of pleasure. She was a pain whore; it was obvious to her lover.
 
 "I'm going to cum again, negress. I'm going to whitewash your cunt another time. Cum with me. Let me feel it flood out of you onto me, dirty girl. Just like in your fantasies, be a good bitch and gush all over Massa." 
 
SMACK!
 
 That was all it took. Her mind was conditioned to follow orders, and flood all over him she did. Once that shaft left her cunt, a river squirted out of her like the Yangtze.
 
 "Fuck...fuck...fuuuucccckkkk..." she screamed.
 
 They were well past the point of trying to be subtle, or care if anyone heard them. If it rained, it poured all over Nik's body as it was christened in her womanly fluids. Reaching up to wrap his hands around her head, Massa smiled at his bitch. Weakly, drained of all energy, she smiled back like a kitten.
 
 Her weakened state did not stop the insatiable principal from slithering down to the floor, knees on the wet tile, and sucking Massa off for an invigorating protein shake.
 
 Slurp...slurp...gag...gag...
 
 Weiss' made sure to deepthroat as much of that white cock as possible, not wanting to let a single drop escape those wanton, ebony lips. It was both easy and hard. Hard because the thickness stretched her lips to capacity, and it was easy because it sealed her mouth airtight. Unless it came up her nose, every delicious drop of seed would be savored.
 
 "What is going on here?" a female voice spoke out from the doorway.