07: Hatefucking the Headmaster [Ms. Holt, Hiroto]
“Hey, Ms. Holt,” Hiroto said in a far-more-casual tone than he knew he should be using as he stepped into her office for the uncountable-nth time over his past four years attending Hook Haven High School. He dropped down onto one of the couches in the headmaster’s office, rather than the single chair across from her desk that he was supposed to sit on.
The reason for his blatantly insulting attitude was because he was already set to graduate next week. While he’d never really been concerned about getting in trouble and doing whatever the hell he wanted, the fact that he was, barring committing any major offenses, completely in the clear now, had him feeling a cocky confidence that beckoned him to disregard even a pretend sense of decorum.
Ms. Holt took note of his behavior, and was already near fuming. “Get your ass in your proper seat, Hanohano,” she said, having long gotten tired of dealing with the worst delinquent student she’d ever had the misfortune of having to preside over. “Now.”
Hiroto flashed her his most assholish of smiles, rising from the couch, sauntering over to the chair, and sitting down in it, though not before spinning it around to allow himself to rest his arms on the top of the backrest in order to sit like a cool guy. “Want me to be closer to ya? I get it.”
“Shut up.”
Her face was the same as it always was when Hiroto was in her presence – pissed. Beyond pissed. Pissed to perfection, with a brow-furrowed frown statue sculpted by an artisan who got off on being looked at with anger and disdain. Like she’d never felt another emotion before in her life. A face that Hiroto really, really wanted to fuck. In a very not-nice way.
He didn’t even have to say anything for her to scowl and start muttering under her breath about what a punk-ass pain in the ass he was. As she started rambling about some list of all the trouble he’d gotten up to in the three days since their last meeting covering the same general topic, Hiroto’s mind began to wander…
He stood up from his chair, cutting her off mid-sentence. “What the hell are you doing? Sit back down, you little p-”
He cut her off again by sliding across her desk and tugging the hem of his pants of boxers down. His fat cock spilled out and slapped onto her face – it was huge, even when it hadn’t gotten properly hard yet. And that revelation had Ms. Holt wide-eyed to the point that her eyeballs nearly popped out of her skull.
“Be honest, babe. This is why you’re always callin’ me into your office all the time, ain’t it?” he asked, taking the base of his meat between his fingers to tap the head against the flabbergasted headmaster.
“Excuse you?!”
“Well here ya go, then, ya needy fuckin’ bitch. Give it a taste.”
He tugged on her jaw, opening her mouth and immediately sliding his cock inside. He went in much further in one thrust than he normally would, just to make it all the more shocking and painful for her. She nearly choked on the thing, and even then he didn’t bother stopping. He simply grabbed the back of her head with his hands and pulled her in, until his entire dick was sliding into her throat, and her face was squished against his pelvis.
“Damn, that’s a lot better. Now I don’t have to hear you bitchin’ at me!” he cackled, relishing the ugly sounds her mouth and throat made as they were forced to make way for his cock with each thrust. As the two made eye contact, Hiroto looking down smugly and Holt looking up at him in helpless shock, he told her, “Shit, you really do have the nicest lips for suckin’ dick, ya know that?”
Ms. Holt’s hands reached up to grab Hiroto’s wrists, but despite her body’s squirms beneath him seeming to suggest wanting to free herself from his grasp, her hands didn’t even try pulling his hands away. In fact, it almost felt as though they were trying to hold them firmly in place, or even suggest that he thrust even harder.
And he obliged.
After a few harsher laps down Ms. Holt’s throat, Hiroto buried himself into her mouth one final time, holding her as tightly against his crotch as he could, making sure every inch of his massive dick was completely inside of her. Ms. Holt continued to squirm as Hiroto’s balls clenched and pulsed, spewing spurt after spurt of semen down her throat. If her mouth hadn’t been too full of man meat to make any sounds, she’d be moaning in ecstasy.
He didn’t give Ms. Holt any time to rest, as the second he retrieved his soaking-wet dick from her mouth, his hands immediately grabbed at her shirt and jacket, tearing them open, sending the buttons flying in all directions.
“Wh…what the hell do you think you’re doing…?!” she demanded, her voice hoarse and raspy.
“What? I just wanna get a good look at your best feature, that’s all!” Hiroto responded as her boobs flopped out into the open air. He grabbed a firm handful of each one, but they were so huge, that they were still spilling out from his grasp. “You’re always tryna show ‘em off to me, leaning over your desk to yell at me. Figured I should finally get to see ‘em, yeah?”
Ms. Holt’s cheeks began to redden. “I…I never did any of that!” But again she did not resist as Hiroto groped her breasts, instead biting down on her juicy bottom lip. And when he leaned in to take her nipple into his mouth, her hand found its way to the back of his head, holding him close. “Aaaaah! H-Hanohano…!”
He was surprised to find milk leaking from her nipple, but he certainly didn’t complain. It motivated him to suckle even harder, until she was leaning her head over the back of her chair. She had to bite down on her fingers to keep herself from making too much noise and attracting attention, or, even more embarrassingly for her, to keep from complimenting him and begging for more…
She couldn’t keep quiet any longer when he suddenly took a full-on bite of her right tit – she hissed and screamed, and nearly sent her chair toppling over as her body jerked in response. “Ow! Y-you punk-ass little…! Why did you…?!”
He pulled his mouth away from her breast, shooting her a grin, his lips and chin still wet with her breast milk. “Cuz as hot as you are, you’re a total fuckin’ bitch, and annoyin’ as hell. So when I fuck you, I’m gonna make it hurt.” As she stared at him in response, he reached down and slapped his palm across her big tits, making them swing and jiggle. “C’mooon, don’t act like ya don’t like it!”
He then hoisted her up out of her chair, before kicking it across the room. She panicked at the loud thud it made on the far wall, as it could certainly attract attention, and the last thing she wanted was for a faculty member to walk into her office to see her with her breasts exposed, and a student with his dick out. The situation quickly grew even more scandalous as Hiroto quickly began taking the rest of his clothes off.
“H-Hanohano! What do you think you’re doing?!”
Once he was nude, he forced her to turn around. She bit down on her lip as she felt him pull her skirt and panties off. “What the hell do you think I’m doin’? I’m gettin’ ready to fuck you. What, you never been fucked before?”
She whipped her head around to face him. “Y-you will do no such thing!”
Hiroto slapped his hand across her ass.
With a yelp, she nearly fell over, though she did manage to catch herself on her desk. He leaned over her shoulder, and said, “I am gonna fuck you. Just shut up and enjoy it. You know you’ve been wantin’ this shit.”
She grit her teeth as she felt the head of his cock line up with her dripping-wet pussy. It slid into her quite easily, even though she’d never had anything that large enter her before. And not long after, he was already pumping into her at a steady rhythm. The office became flooded with the sounds of their skin slapping against each other as her fat booty rippled each time Hiroto drove his dick into her.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Hiroto groaned, holding tightly to Ms. Holt’s waist as he pounded away. “This actually makes all the shit you’ve been givin’ me these last few years worth it! You’re some prime-ass fuckmeat, Ms. Holt! Hahaha!”
“K-keep your voice…ngh!…down!” she hissed, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
He slapped her ass again. “Don’t fuckin’ tell me what to do.”
Luckily for Ms. Holt, Hiroto suddenly reached over and forced his fingers into her mouth right before she lost control of herself and screamed, and that was enough to muffle her voice. Her tongue immediately got to work slithering and slurping around his fingers, and she wrapped her thick lips around them right after, suckling on them like he’d done to her nipples earlier.
“That’s right, ya stuck-up bitch!” Hiroto said, his earlier smugness seemingly giving way to a tone more angry and resentful. Even his fucking had gotten rougher and more rude, pushing her more and more into the desk, and slapping her with more force. “Take this goddamn cock!”
She couldn’t really even hear his words anymore, or see for that matter. Pulses of pleasure and pain were all her senses could detect at that point, and with her strength long gone, all she could do was just like he said – take his dick.
After who knows how long, Hiroto finally seemed ready to end his hatefucking of Ms. Holt, as he forced her body down onto the table with a loud bang, and an even louder smack across her booty.
His hands moved to her waist, clenching tighter than a vice as he hilted the full length of his cock into her. That final thrust hoisted her lower body off of the ground completely, and he himself was up on his toes. Hot, sticky cum spewed out from his dickhead, flooding every fold and crevice of Ms. Holt’s insides like tidal waves. And he held her there with the aftershocks of his orgasm, making sure every drop from his balls had the chance to fill her up.
“Hanohano! Are you even listening to me?!”
Hiroto, brought back to reality by Ms. Holt’s shrill scream, clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. What is it now? Detention and cleanin’ the cafeteria again or some shit?”
Ms. Holt folded her arms across her chest. “That isn’t what I said at all.” She, too, rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you actually managed to graduate. Hmph. At least you’ll be out of my hair for good.”
He hadn’t managed to graduate. Not legitimately, anyway. But he’d fucked enough of his teachers and intimidated enough of his smart classmates to hustle his way to the bare minimum requirement for graduation, and that was good enough for him. And it wasn’t like not graduating would have bothered him either – he probably would have just dropped out anyway. But still.
As Ms. Holt began typing away at her computer, both of them privately mused on and enjoyed the fact that graduation was coming in just a week. They’d be free of each other for the rest of their lives, after all, never having to see each other again.
Sure, there was a slight bit of regret in the guiltiest parts of their consciences that they never got a chance to fuck each other, with all the rough force and resentment they’d built up for each other over the course of the past four years, but whatever. That was life, and it was probably better that they didn’t show that side of themselves to the other, anyway, or they’d never let them live that down.
“Alright then. Get out. For good this time,” Ms. Holt said curtly, not even bothering to take her eyes off of her computer screen.
He pushed up from his chair, and headed for the door, waving back at her with a middle finger. “Bye, Ms. Holt! See ya never!”
