School Of Thot: Gangbanged By My Students

Monday morning met me in a pretty good mood. But then, that wasn’t a surprise because there was a lot to feel good about.

Just last night, I had managed to convince my fiancé that we needed a trip to Africa. This has always been a dream of mine: traveling across the world to the exotic continent of Africa, learning about the culture and people, and knowing more about them. It was something I wanted to do with him, but our conflicting schedules made it difficult to set a time.

Well, that was about to change. I was targeting the summer holidays, and Mike, my fiancé, had already promised me that he would apply for his leave to fall within that time frame as well. This was perfect because it gave me time to do everything that I wanted to do before I went on the trip. And boy, there was just so much to be done.

And now, the second thing making me feel good.

I believe I was ready for Mrs. Meera’s arrival. The last time I spoke to her, she told me that she had heard a lot of unflattering things about Carnal High School; it was clear as day that she was coming in to clean house. I didn’t mind it one bit, because I also believed our reputation could do with a facelift. But before she came in, I needed some things to be in order.

I had a plan to make myself as indispensable to Mrs. Meera as possible. She had connections at the Education Council, and those were connections that I was sure could advance my career in a big way. I was going to exploit the fuck out of it.

I hummed as I looked into the mirror. It was a small rectangular mirror that I stood in front of against the wall of my office. I have always loved looking at myself; I knew I was beautiful, and I had the body of a sex goddess. I could never get tired of admiring my own body.

And right now, I was dressed for work. I had on a T-Shirt with the top buttons open, revealing my cleavage, which promised full, succulent breasts. Underneath that, I had on a mini-skirt made of silk material that seemed to mold firmly against my skin; it provided a clear imprint of my ass, and when I moved, I knew it jiggled. And to cap it off, I was wearing stiletto heels.

I was making a statement; I knew that. But I loved it. I loved how the girls stared at me every time, wanting to know how I stayed so stunning. And I also loved how the men couldn’t get their eyes off me. One time a mother complained to me that she found her son jerking off to a picture of me. How the fuck was it my fault that her boy wanted to fuck me? Hell, everyone wanted to fuck me! All my students wanted to fuck me; what was I supposed to do about that?

I was Isabella Mendoza; none of that moved me. I just wanted to do my job to these students and climb the damn ladder while at it. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Well, it shouldn’t be.

I heard a sharp knock on the door. I turned as I returned to my seat, running my hands across my ass to smooth the skirt.

“Come in,” I said. The door swung open a crack, and Kim Bong-Ah’s face popped in. “Come in.”

She opened the door all the way and walked in. As usual, the eighteen-year-old was dressed in her uniform. Her shirt which seemed too tight to contain her breasts, with the tie nestled between them. And her skirt showed off her buttcheeks when she moved too suddenly. Kim’s uniform looked like it was lifted right out of an adult magazine. It fit her body like a second skin, showing off her curves and her thighs. When she turned slightly to pull out her seat, the skirt only served to accentuate her ass.

“Good morning, Ma’am.” She greeted me as she took the seat across from me.

I smiled at her as I leaned forward to stare at her. “Congratulations once more; you managed to fix your grades. You’re once again one of our top students.”

Kim blushed as she looked at me. “I knew it was something that I could fix, so I’m happy about that. But thanks, anyway.”

I was glad that she had managed to fix it, because I didn’t want anything disrupting or distracting her from what she had to do.

“Good for you,” I told her. I then leaned back in my seat, swinging from left to right. “There’s something I need to talk to you about. But I also need Roxy here before we can have that conversation.”

“Oh…”

Just then, there was a sharp knock on the door, and without even waiting for a response, the door opened, and Roxy Vega walked in. I saw both girls exchange a look; Kim seemed to look at her for way longer before turning her attention back to me.

I don't know what that meant, but then, the last time Roxy was in my office, Kim had walked in on us while we were having our conversation.

As always, Roxy was looking like the bombshell that she really was. She was dressed in her cheerleader's uniform; it looked properly washed and ironed. Her full breasts were strained against the top, even showing some underboob. She showed off her flat stomach proudly, with the tiny dot that was her navel. And like Kim, her skirt was skimpy at best, gracing us with a view of her buttcheeks before she lowered herself into the seat beside Kim.

“Good morning, ma’am.” She greeted.

“I noticed you came to school late today,” I said. “What happened?”

She sucked in a deep breath as she ran her fingers through her thick hair. “Nate and I took a trip last night. Returned really late. It was fun.”

Nate Markum, her boyfriend.

“Good for you,” I told them, then, clearing my throat, I pushed myself closer to the desk to show that it was time for serious talk. “Now that we’re all here, we can discuss. I’ve already spoken to you two individually about the coming football tournament and how important it is that we win it. The school stands to gain so much, not just with the prize, but with the funding that the government will send here.” I shifted in my seat. “Now, Mrs. Meera is coming to this school with the belief that we’re a lost cause; we can’t allow her to see us in that light. So, I need a plan that will show her that we still have hope left. Things can still change. And I plan to use the tournament to make it happen.”

“Oh,” Kim said after a while. “She’ll be here before the tournament begins?”

I nodded. “Anytime now. We’ve been without a principal for a few days, and that isn’t right. If she doesn’t come in by tomorrow, then Wednesday would see her grace us with her presence.”

“Okay then,” Roxy said. “I’m game for anything, Miss Mendoza. But what exactly do you want us to do?”

“I just need a plan that will make sure we win the tournament, no matter what.” I said, “The boys can play their games and give their best; we’d also work on making them know for sure what they stand to gain by winning. But I also need something else to support whatever it is that they plan in the games. We must win that tournament, girls.”

Kim nodded, massaging her neck. “I understand totally. And I’m ready. But like Roxy said, what exactly do you want us to do?”

“This isn’t just me; I have a plan that’s cooking in my head, but I also want to see what you girls can come up with. Please note that no plan is too foolish or dumb. Just give it all to me; I wanna see what you can conjure. And by the end of school today, we’d meet here and go over it. That way, once Mrs. Meera arrives, we’d have something concrete for her.”

“Okay then,” Kim said as she got up. “I’d try my best and see what I can come up with.”

Roxy got up as well. “Me too.”

“See you soon.” I watched them both walk out of my office. I remained seated on my chair, my fingers linked as I tried to collect my thoughts.

A few minutes later, another knock came, and another student’s head popped in.

“Hi Alice, what’s it?” I said to the student.

“We have your class now,” she said in her tiny voice.

“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath. But I said nothing.

Alice’s class meant I had to deal with Jojo, Damien, and their merry band of noisemakers. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with them.

But still, I picked up my tablet, pen, and marker and pushed myself to my feet. After all, I didn’t have a choice but to do otherwise.

“Okay, Alice,” I said as I followed her out. “Let’s go and instill some knowledge.”j