The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jamie Macintyre couldn’t help but look on disapprovingly at the girls who were giggling together in the group and it hardly helped her disposition any that her daughter was at the center of the mix. The girls weren’t eight years old. They were eighteen. That meant they should act like adults and not be in some corner giggling their little asses off about who knew what. It was disgusting.

And that’s when Jamie saw her daughter, Chelsea, poke her head up and look at a group of boys standing off to the side and then she and her friends were giggling anew and Jamie Macintyre couldn’t help but fume when she saw that. It was bad enough that they were acting like a bunch of schoolgirls but if it was because of a boy, oh man, was Jamie going to be pissed. Her daughter ought to know better than that.

Miss Constantine was walking to the podium and she rapped her baton to get people’s attention. “Ladies,” the choral teacher said, “if you please. A little decorum.”

Jamie liked the choral teacher even if her daughter didn’t share the same opinion. The teacher was strict and sometimes that was what her daughter needed.

“It must be tough,” a man said.

Jamie Macintyre cast a disparaging look at the man. Funny, she thought, but she hadn’t seen him there before. Still, all in all these days, that wasn’t all that usual. Ever since her husband had left, Jamie had found that she didn’t really need a man after all. Still, she wondered. “Tough?” she asked.

“Raising a daughter on your own. It must be tough.”

“Do I know you?” Jamie asked.

“I don’t think so,” the man said. “I would have remembered you if we had. The name’s Blake by the way.”

“Okay. So how do you know I’m raising my daughter on my own?”

“It’s just something you hear, you know.”

“Oh,” Jamie said. Somehow, that thought didn’t really seem right and yet it also did seem right as well.

“It must be hard,” the man said again. “It must be hard not being able to just be one of the girls.”

Jamie couldn’t help but gasp. Was it really that obvious, she wondered. Her daughter was growing up and lately, Jamie had been feeling as if she really weren’t in on things like she had been before.

Still, who was this man to tell her what was hard and what wasn’t hard. Why she had half a mind to tell him exactly what she thought of him and the more she thought about that, the more she realized just how good an idea that was. “You know,” she said as she turned to face the man.

But that’s when she realized the man was gone. She looked all around but the man was nowhere to be found.

And at that moment, the choral teacher was rapping her baton once more and for the moment at least, the strange man was forgotten.

By the next morning, the strange man at the recital had been completely forgotten.

In fact, Jamie found herself stretching in bed. It was so hard, she decided. It was so hard to get up.

But she had to, she told herself. She had to get up. She had to set a good example for her daughter.

But she didn’t want to, she told herself. She just wanted to lay here in bed.

Mmm, but she couldn’t do that, she told herself. She had to get up.

Responsibility finally won out and with that, Jamie reluctantly pulled herself out of bed.

Something was off, Jamie told herself even as she crossed over from her bedroom to her bathroom. Something just wasn’t right but for some reason, she seemed to be unable to put her finger on it.

One look in the mirror was all it took to tell her exactly what was wrong because instead of the body that she’d become accustomed to, looking back at her in the mirror was a little Asian girl.

“What the—”

No way, she told herself, and yet even as she told herself that, the girl in the mirror said the same thing back to her.

No way!

The girl in the mirror had a tousled head of raven-colored hair and she was wearing a Hello Kitty nightshirt. Gingerly, Jamie touched her own clothes and even as she did, so did the girl in the mirror.

No way.

Her hands slid up her body, and ... oh my God. Even as the girl in the mirror did the same thing, Jamie felt her breasts. Oh my God. They were so small and so firm. They hadn’t been this firm in ... in forever.

Oh my God!

Okay, so the mirror wasn’t lying to her but just how the hell had this happened and how the heck was she going to change herself back.

Something else occurred to her. She had been five foot six before but she was definitely shorter now and her body ... her hands squeezed her breasts again ... her body was definitely changed. That meant her clothes, the ones that had fit her before, that meant her clothes would no longer fit her now and if that was the case, what was she going to wear?

That was all it took to get her fleeing back into her bedroom. She was going to have to find something, she told herself. She was going to have to find something that she could wear.

And that’s when she heard it. She heard a knock at the door downstairs. What was that?

She crept to her bedroom door and she eased the door open and then she heard her daughter going to the door and the door was being opened. She couldn’t hear what was being said downstairs but then her daughter called out. “Reina,” she called out. “Are you up, Reina?”

Reina? Who the fuck was Reina?

“I don’t hear her,” Jamie heard her daughter say, “but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. If you want, we can go upstairs and see if she’s up.”

Who the heck was her daughter talking to and just who the fuck was Reina?

Suddenly, she had the feeling that she didn’t want to be caught listening in so softly, she closed the door. She could figure this out after whoever it was had left.

But now there was a knock on her door and from the other side, her daughter was calling out. “Reina?” the girl asked. “Are you up, Reina?”

Oh my God. Reina was her but why was her daughter calling her Reina, and then the most amazing thing answered. She answered. “I just got up,” she said.

“There’s someone here to see you. Can we come in?”

“I’m ... I’m not dressed,” Jamie stammered.

“I’m sure they won’t mind,” her daughter said.

They? Who the heck was out there and in spite of herself, Jamie found herself growing curious. Okay, she kind of did want to know. She shouldn’t, she told herself. She really wasn’t dressed but she had to know. “Okay,” she said. “You can come in.”

The door opened and her daughter was standing there with three teen-aged boys. “Reina,” her daughter said reprovingly, “I thought you said you weren’t dressed.”

“I ... I meant I didn’t have my clothes on.”

“We don’t mind,” said one of the boys.

“Yeah,” said another. “We like you this way.”

“Well then,” her daughter said. “I can see you guys are busy so I’m just going to leave you guys alone.”

Jamie looked at the girl helplessly. How could she be doing this, she wanted to know. She couldn’t possibly be about to leave her alone with all these boys but then that’s when the door closed and suddenly, it didn’t seem at all wrong that she was being left alone with these boys.

“I’m Curt,” said one of the boys, “and this is Ricky and Thomas.”

“And I’m Reina,” the Asian girl said shyly. It was amazing, she thought. It was amazing just how easily she’d come to accept that.

“We know,” Curt said. “You’re the new exchange student from Japan.”

Exchange student. So now at least she knew what she was supposed to be.

“You know we were hearing something,” Curt said.

“Yeah and what’s that?”

“We heard that Japanese schoolgirls had the tightest, little pussies around,” Curt said defiantly almost as if he expected the girl in front of him to get mad about what he’d said.

“Oh really,” Reina said. “So you heard that and you decided that you’d just come over here and find out for yourself. Is that it?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Oh. Okay.”

What? No. That was the wrong answer and yet ...

“Let’s get that nightshirt off of her,” Curt was telling his friends and then they were doing exactly that. “Hey look,” Curt said. “She’s wearing Hello Kitty panties. You must really like Hello Kitty, don’t you?”

In spite of herself, the girl nodded. “I love Hello Kitty but you want to know something?”

“What?”

“The only thing better than wearing Hello Kitty panties is not wearing Hello Kitty panties and with that, the little Asian girl slid her panties off past her feet leaving her now completely naked.

“Wow,” said Curt as he watched the little Asian girl lean back and play with the coarse, black thatch between her legs.

“What about you boys?” Reina asked. “Don’t you want to take something off?”

That was all it took to get the boys moving and in no time at all, the three of them had removed their clothes.

“Mmm,” Reina purred. “Would you look at you three. So which one of you’s going to get to fuck me first?”

Each of the three seemed to want to go first when Curt suddenly stopped the lot of them. “Wait a minute,” he exclaimed. “Oh fuck. We didn’t bring any condoms.”

“Condoms?” Reina asked. “Why would you want to wear condoms?”

“Because ... you know.”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t.”

“You don’t?”

Reina shook her head. “Really, I don’t. I don’t understand it at all. You’ve got a hot, little Asian girl here who’s got a pussy that’s just dying to be fucked, who wants to feel your big hard cocks inside her tight, little pussy and who could care less if you wore a condom or not, and yet here you are, worrying about your stupid, little condoms. I really don’t get it. You should already have had your cocks inside my pussy.”

The three boys looked at one another and then they looked back at the girl. “You’re serious,” Curt said.

“Absolutely.”

“Well if you’re serious, I’ll go first.”

“That’s the spirit,” Reina moaned even as the boy joined her on the bed and then his cock was sliding between her legs.

“That’s the spirit,” Reina moaned even as she felt the boy enter her and she looked up at the other boys and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she had their cocks too but for the moment, she was happy with the one she already had.

The boy was panting hard. That was the problem with teenage boys, the girl told herself. They didn’t last long and almost as if to prove the point, Curt grunted even as his cock surged between Reina’s legs.

But now it was Ricky’s turn. Maybe he’d learned something by watching his friend or maybe it was just his style but he was being more deliberate as he worked his cock into position between Reina’s legs.

The girl looked up at him with her deep, dark eyes. “Come on,” she said. “Do it.”

Still though, the boy held back even though Reina could feel him right there.

“Do it,” she said again.

This time, he wasn’t holding back and Reina couldn’t help but moan as she felt his cock slide inside her tight, little pussy.

“That’s it,” she moaned. “Do it. Do me. Do me now.”

Ricky certainly wasn’t holding back anymore and Reina moaned as the fucking of her pussy began in earnest. That was it. That was what she wanted.

Mmm. He was almost there. She could feel it. He was almost ready to cum in her pussy. “Just a little bit more,” she cooed. “You can do it.”

Ricky groaned and just like Curt before him, he came in Reina’s hungry, little pussy.

Reina turned to look at the last of the three boys. “You’re next,” she said.

Thomas nodded almost as if she’d said something profound but then he looked at the girl. “You know what,” he said. “I want you to turn over.”

“Why?”

“Getting concerned are we?”

“Not really. I just want to know why.”

“Just because.”

Reina supposed she could have held out for more information but the truth was she just really didn’t care that much. It really wasn’t that big a deal so she flipped herself over and she looked back at the boy. “You mean like this?” she asked.

Thomas was coming up behind her and then she could feel his hands on her ass. “Yeah,” he said. “I meant like that. I love this.”

Reina wasn’t looking at Thomas anymore but she was suddenly deciding that if this was what it felt like to have boys play with her bottom, then she liked it, too.

“Can you spread your legs for me?”

“What you mean like this?” Reina said even as she opened her legs for the boy.

“Yeah, I meant like that,” Thomas said even as he settled in between the Asian girl’s widely spread legs.

Reina moaned as she felt the boy’s cock make its way up to her pussy and she lifted her body just a little bit to give him even easier access to her pussy.

And then he was sliding inside her tight, little pussy, and Reina couldn’t help but moan all over again. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”

Thomas wasn’t saying anything but then he didn’t really have to say anything because what his cock was doing was speaking volumes.

“More,” the girl moaned. “Give me more.”

And Thomas was doing just that.

Oh fuck. She was right there. She was right on the verge. She was ...

She was cumming even as Thomas’s cock unloaded itself in her hungry, little pussy and she couldn’t help but purr at that. Her pussy liked to be fucked and her pussy liked to cum and when a boy was cumming in her at the very same time, well, it just didn’t get any better than that.

The good thing about boys Reina thought as she spread her legs again was that even if they did cum a little bit too fast, they were always quick to recover and if they wanted to keep fucking her pussy, who was she to stop them?

No wait, she told herself. She wasn’t supposed to have thoughts like that and yet as she settled in to let the boys have their way with her, she couldn’t help but admit that those were exactly the kinds of thoughts she was having.

The next morning when she awoke, Jamie was back again and what had seemed to have happened the day before seemed only to have been a horrible dream. Well perhaps horrible wasn’t exactly the word for it. After all, she had liked being a schoolgirl.

She looked at herself in her mirror, taking her time to examine her body closely, looking for any trace of the girl that had been there before but Reina was clearly gone. She breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time ...

She shook her head at the stray thought that had crossed her mind. She couldn’t have really wanted that, she told herself. She was a grown woman. She most definitely wasn’t a horny, little schoolgirl.

Maybe she wasn’t, she told herself, but what had happened to her ...

Shut up, she told herself. That was all just a dream. There was nothing there that she needed to pay attention to.

She went down to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. Nothing much. Just some coffee and a bagel. The coffee was to get the day going and the bagel was because she felt like indulging herself.

She looked at the clock. Still no signs of her daughter. Damn it. “Chelsea!”

“I’m coming, mom.”

“You’re going to be late for school.”

“No I’m not, mom.”

“You haven’t had breakfast yet.”

Her daughter didn’t answer right away to that one and then she was coming into the kitchen. “I’ll pick something up on the way.”

“At least have some juice before you go.”

“Mom.”

“Humor me. Have some juice.”

Chelsea glared defiantly at her mom but she could see her mother wasn’t about to back down. “Fine,” she said and she went to the refrigerator to pour herself some juice which she promptly drank down. “There,” she said. “Happy?”

“I’d be happier if I didn’t have to remind you.”

Her daughter scowled. “Oh. You’re impossible.”

“And you’re being overly dramatic.”

“You’re being bossy.”

“Nope. I’m just being sensible.”

“Fine, but now you’ve probably made me late for school. Are you happy?”

“I won’t be if you’re late but first give me a kiss.”

“Mom!”

“Just do it.”

Her daughter gave her mom a peck on the cheek.

“There now. Go.”

Her daughter wasn’t a bad girl, Jamie told herself after Chelsea had left. She was just a teenager and Jamie couldn’t help but know that she’d been that way when she was a teenager. She laughed to herself because she knew she was probably worse.

There was a knock on her door and the girl in the bed writhed under the covers. It was too early, she wanted to say, but if she said that, she’d have to admit that she was up.

But whoever was knocking on her door wasn’t going to be put off by being ignored because the knocking came again.

“What?” the girl grumbled.

The door opened and Chelsea peered into the room. “Mom told me to go make sure you were up,” Chelsea said.

“I’m up,” Reina grumbled.

“Cool. I’ll go tell mom then.”

It took Reina a second to realize what Chelsea had just said. She was going to go tell her mom but her mom was Jamie and she was Jamie, wasn’t she?

That was silly, the schoolgirl told herself. That was like saying she was two people at the same time?

Her hands squeezed her little breasts. She certainly had her little schoolgirl breasts.

Her hands moved down between her legs. Her pussy was certainly wet and she was pretty sure that Mrs. Macintyre didn’t really like men so if her pussy was horny, that meant she couldn’t possibly be Mrs. Macintyre.

She certainly had Reina’s body so that must mean she was Reina and with that thought finally in her mind, she set aside any thought that she might have ever been Mrs. Macintyre. After all, it was just so silly for her to ever have thought it in the first place. How could a person be two people at the same time?

She took her shower and she put on her schoolgirl’s uniform. It was odd, she thought. No one else wore a uniform and yet she did and not only did she wear a uniform but she was proud to wear it.

She came downstairs to find Chelsea in the kitchen. “Where’s your mom?” she asked.

“She had to go to work,” Chelsea replied, “but she said I could drive us to school so it’s okay.”

No, there was something wrong with that, only ... only she couldn’t seem to say just exactly what that was.

“Are you ready?” Chelsea asked.

Reina nodded.

“Cool. Let’s go then.”

The two girls went out got in Chelsea’s car and almost immediately, Chelsea reached for the radio. She cranked it up. “Mom hates it when I play this loud. You’re not going to tell her, are you?”

Reina shook her head.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. Anything I guess. Like what’s it like to be here in America? Are you glad you’re here? That kind of stuff.”

“It’s different,” Reina said.

“Yeah? How so?”

“I don’t know. It just is. Like back home, the girls would hang out together—”

“We do that here.”

“Yeah I know, but we’d talk about the boys. We did that a lot.”

Chelsea laughed. “We do that, too, you know.”

“Yeah but the boys here, they’re, um, they’re more foreword than I thought they’d be.”

“Yeah, well let me tell you about American boys. They’re nice and all that but you don’t want to let them go too far with you otherwise you can develop a reputation.”

“A reputation?”

“Yeah. You know what I mean.”

Reina wasn’t sure she did know what the other girl meant but the odd part was there was a part of her that thought she should be proud of her friend for some reason.

“You just watch out for American boys,” Chelsea said. “You give them an inch and they’re going to think they can go all the way.”

Reina still wasn’t sure what her friend meant but she nodded all the same. “I’ll be careful,” she said.

It was later in the day and like the rest of the kids in her class, Reina was packing her things up so she could go eat lunch with the rest of the kids when Mr. Johnson stopped her. “Reina,” he said, “I’d like you to stay after class a few minutes.”

“Yes, sir.” Reina heard some of the kids snicker and she couldn’t help but wonder why they were snickering at her. What had she done wrong?

Mr. Johnson waited until the last of the students had left the classroom before he came up to where Reina was still sitting at her desk. “I wanted to know how things have been going for you?”

“How things are going for me?”

“You know? How are things going for you now that you’ve come here.”

“Oh. They’re going fine,” Reina said.

“I know things can be kind of rough though when you are in a new place and it’s good if you have a friend.”

“I agree, Mr. Johnson.”

“For instance, I could be your friend.”

“You, Mr. Johnson?”

“Why of course. I mean think about it. I’m an older man who knows his way around and is knowledgable about the way things work at this school and you, well, I don’t mean to seem a bit harsh, but you do seem a bit naive. It seems to me that a girl like you could use a more experienced man to help guide her around.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I know I’m right and here’s the thing. When we’re friends, it means we can do all sorts of friendly things.”

“Like what sorts of things?”

“Wel-l-l, you see my pants there, don’t you?”

How could she not see them, Reina wanted to say. After all, he was standing right there in front of her. She nodded her head. “I see them.”

“Well now, how about you open my belt for me.”

She could do that, Reina told herself and then just to show him that she could, she went out and did it.

She reached out and she took his pants down.

“And the underwear. You have to take that down, too.”

Reina nodded. She wasn’t going to forget that. In fact there she was taking his underwear out when suddenly his thing popped out.

“Would you look at that,” her teacher said. “Now I think you know what you should do with that.”

“What?”

“Oh, I think you know what you should do,” her teacher prompted her. “Why don’t you wrap your hand around it.”

“What? You mean like this?”

“Mmm yeah. I mean like that but you could maybe hold it a little tighter.”

“How about like this?”

“Oh yeah,” her teacher groaned. “Yeah, that’s good, but now I think you want to stroke it.”

“What? You mean like this?”

“Would you look at you? Why I just knew you were going to be a natural at this.”

“Does that mean I’m doing good?”

“That means you’re doing great but you know what?”

“What?”

“You’d be an even better friend if you kissed it.”

“If I kissed it?” Reina asked dubiously.

“That’s what all the very best friends do.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. Come on. Why don’t you give it a try.”

“I guess I could,” the girl said hesitantly and then she leaned forward and she gave her teacher’s cock a kiss.

“That’s good but I think you can do better than that. Why don’t you try again.”

She could do that, the girl told herself, so she kissed her teacher’s cock again.

“That’s good. The man let his cock brush across the girl’s lips. “Why don’t you do it again.”

This wasn’t hard at all, Reina thought as she leaned in to kiss that cock yet again only this time, she wasn’t just kissing her teacher’s cock. This time, he was pushing forward and before the surprised girl knew what was happening, the man was sliding his cock inside her mouth.

“Mmm, I can see you really want to be a good friend.”

As surprised as she’d been when it first happened, Reina could see that her teacher certainly seemed to like what she was doing and if he liked it, well, she supposed she could keep on doing it because after all, it was never a bad thing to do what your teacher told you to do.

It was just that now that she was doing it, it seemed like Mr. Johnson wanted even more. “Suck it,” he told her and then, “I always knew you’d be a good, little cock sucker.”

She didn’t even know what a cock sucker was but whatever she was, if she was one, she apparently was a good one.

“Fuck, keep sucking that,” her teacher told her.

Like she had any choice, Reina wanted to say.

“Fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again and that’s when Reina realized that there was something wet in her mouth.

“Fuck,” the man groaned. “That was good. You really are a good friend.”

Reina was glad her teacher could see that.

“And you know what?”

“What?”

“I have the feeling that you and I are going to be really good friends and that means we’re going to be doing this a whole lot more often.”

Reina couldn’t help but think that she liked that idea. In fact, she liked it a lot.

Reina was back again and by now, Jamie knew she had no control over what her alter-ego was going to do. This time, Reina was forsaking her uniform, choosing instead to wear a loose, little top and a short, little skirt to school. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be wearing anything that short but if anyone tried to call her on it, she’d claim that she just didn’t know, that English was not her first language and that she didn’t understand the rules and really, who could fault her for that?

It seemed as if the principal of her school was one man who could indeed fault her for that.

She’d been standing by herself between classes and holding the books that she’d be taking with her to the next class. She knew she was being watched but she pretended not to take notice of the boys who were watching her but she knew the boys knew that she knew she was being watched.

It didn’t matter if they knew. She liked to have them watch her. She was just wondering which one of them was going to be the first one to make a move on her.

As it turned out, none of the boys was first.

His name was Trace Williams and among other things, he was the principal at Reina’s high school. He came around the corner of the building and he pulled up short and then he strode up to the girl. “Reina,” he said.

“Hi, Mr. Williams.”

“Don’t hi me,” the man growled. “I think you need to follow me.”

“Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“I think you know what you did. Follow me.”

Reina cast one last look at the boys who’d been watching her but she already knew that none of them was going to lift a finger to intercede on her behalf. No, she knew she was on her own.

Mr. Williams led the girl to his office where he motioned for her to take a seat. “I don’t know how things are where you come from,” he said, “but we have rules here about what girls can wear.”

“Oh we have rules, too,” Reina insisted.

“And they let you dress that way?”

“No, of course not. We have to wear uniforms.”

“So why do you think you can come to my school wearing clothes like that?” the principal asked.

“Because the boys like it.”

“What?”

“Because the boys like it,” Reina said again shyly. “I ... I want to be liked. I have plenty of friends who are girls but I’ve noticed the boys like it when I dress this way.”

“Yes well, you know why that is, don’t you?”

“No, sir.”

“What?”

“No, sir. I don’t understand why the boys like it when I dress this way.”

Trace Williams looked back at the girl still standing on the other side of his desk. Could she really be as naive as she sounded? “You know,” he said finally, “I find that hard to believe.”

“But it’s true,” the girl wheedled. “I don’t know.”

The man still looked at her and then he stood and he came around his desk. “You know,” he said, “I find that hard to believe.”

“It’s true, sir.”

Her principal was now standing there beside her. “Your skirt is very short,” he said.

Reina said nothing.

“Still, as short as it is, I can’t tell. Are you wearing any panties?”

“Of course I am.”

“Are you?”

“Of course. I’m a good girl, Mr. Williams.”

“Hmm. That’s what you say now but I suppose there’s a way to find out for sure.”

“How?”

“Like this,” the principal said even as he lifted the girl’s underwear.

Reina couldn’t help but gasp as she felt her principal’s hand cup her little Asian bottom.

“This is why you shouldn’t wear short skirts,” Mr. Williams said.

Reina’s breathing was coming rapidly. She was sure she didn’t understand but she was sure her principal was about to explain it to her.

“When you wear short skirts, the boys are going to want to see this,” Mr. Williams said even as his hand squeezed her bottom. “And when they see this, they’re going to want to do this.”

Reina gasped as she felt the man take her underwear down.

“Step out of those please.”

Reina did as she was told to do.

“So you say you’re a good girl, do you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind leaning forward and putting your hands on my desk, would you?”

“No, sir.”

“Do it then. Lean forward and put your hands on my desk.”

Reina did as she was told to do.

“And now spread your legs just a little.”

Again, Reina did what she was told to do.

“So you want to know what the boys want to do, do you? Well what they want to do is something like this.

Reina felt her principal come up behind her and then she felt something hard and thick being pushed between her legs and she couldn’t help but gasp. “Mr. Williams,” she whined.

“Shut up,” the man said. “I’m teaching you something here.”

Reina was suddenly quiet but that didn’t mean she wasn’t worried because she could still feel the principal’s cock between her legs and then she gasped as she felt the head of that cock push its way into her pussy.

“Yeah that’s right,” Mr. Williams said. “You like that, don’t you?”

Reina wasn’t sure if like was the right word for it. Sure, it felt good. In fact, her principal was so incredibly big but Reina was still sure she wasn’t supposed to have her principal’s dick inside her pussy.

Mmm, but that was her principal’s cock inside her pussy. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to like it and as much as she tried to tell herself that, there was no denying that she did in fact, like it.

And then she gasped as her principal moved even deeper inside her pussy.

“Yeah you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes-s-s-s,” she gasped.

“I thought so,” her principal said.

There was no denying it now. It didn’t really matter if it was wrong or not. Reina knew what she wanted and luckily for her, Mr. Williams seemed to be ready to give her what she wanted.

“Yeah, this is what happens to bad girls who wear short, little skirts like you’re wearing. They get fucked like this. You don’t really want be a bad, little girl, do you?”

It was hardly the most persuasive of arguments, Reina had to admit to herself, because with Mr. Williams’s cock pushed deep inside her tight, little pussy, it was getting hard to think of anything else except what would get this to happen to her again ... and again ... and again.

“I know you want to be a good girl,” her principal was saying. “I just hope you learn from this.”

Oh, she certainly was learning, Reina wanted to say.

Mr. Williams grunted and his hands tightened their grip on Reina’s hips and Reina could sense that something was coming.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again and that’s when Reina felt it as the man buried himself between her legs. It was warm and wet and even as he was cumming inside her, Reina could feel her pussy start to cum, too, and oh, it felt so good.

Mr. Williams finally pulled out of her pussy. “There now,” he said. “I hope you learned your lesson.”

“I sure did, Mr. Williams.”

Her principal handed her a box of tissues. “You’d better get yourself cleaned up,” he told her.”

It wasn’t her fault, Reina told herself as she left Principal Williams’s office. She wasn’t trying to do any of the stuff she was doing. It was just happening to her.

But why was it happening? Why did American boys and men keep wanting to have sex with her?

She was just going to have to be better in the future, she told herself, and then something else occurred to her. Maybe if she couldn’t be good, she’d just have to be bad instead.

Mmm. Her pussy liked that thought.