Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2022 17:08:19 -0700
From: Hey All <heyallstories@gmail.com>
Subject: Lesbian Lawyer (authoritarian, lesbian)

"Lesbian Lawyer" by HeyAll

Note:  The following story contains dom/sub themes between three women.
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This story is told from three perspectives.

***

~~~~~ Viewpoint: Principal Heather McCallen ~~~~~


Heather followed strict ethical standards for how she interacted with
students.  She viewed each student as a caterpillar waiting to fulfill
educational metamorphoses - a personal motto of hers.  She knew how to
keep things professional and how to avoid any improprieties.


But when an 18-year old student named Luciana faced an emergency
situation during winter break, it put the principal in a tough spot.  The
student's mother was a successful business woman who wasn't allowed to
leave Mexico because of tax evasion allegations.


After a lengthy phone call with the mother, Heather agreed to look after
the student for a while, even letting the student sleep over at her
home.  No one knew about the arrangement.  Teachers have a habit of
leaving as quickly as possible at the start of winter break, opting to
grade papers at home. This was most convenient - no one was likely to
discover that the principal had a house guest.


For a week it was like living a different life.  She'd always gotten
along great with the student, who was a real sweetheart and active within
the student government. They shared the same quirky sense of humor, the
same interest in fashion, and the same enthusiasm for sports.


Despite the fun she was having with her energetic and affable house
guest, Heather still had important responsibilities to handle.  Sitting
on her living room couch with the laptop, she was getting some of her
administrative work done.   She was updating the budget for the upcoming
Spring semester and corresponding with several parents.


"Good news," Luciana said, phone in hand as she entered the living
room.  "My mother got everything cleared up and she'll be here next
week."


It was still an unusual sight having a student in her home, barefoot and
in sweatpants and a tshirt.  Some things are difficult to get used to.
Particularly the growing attraction for her student, which was most
certainly taboo.


Heather smiled, "That's wonderful.  You must feel so relieved."


She moved her laptop aside so that Luciana had her full attention.


"It's a real weight off my chest," Luciana replied.  "I can finally
enjoy my winter break."

Heather teased, "As if you haven't already made yourself comfortable in
my home."


"Hey, that is not what I meant! What can I say?  You're an amazing
host."

"An unofficial part of my job, I've come to learn."


"Speaking of jobs," Luciana replied with a twinkle in her eye.
"We're really thankful that you've taken care of me. My mom agreed to
pay you for letting me stay here.  $10,000.  Is that okay?"


Heather laughed.  "No, no.  That's not okay.  Are you kidding?"


"I'm serious, Principal McCallen.  My mom can afford it."


"Thanks, but it would be unethical for me to accept those sorts of
gifts.  I know you're trying to be nice, but it would reflect badly on
me."

Luciana had a mischievous expression.  "Come on, we won't tell
anyone."

Putting an end to things, Principal McCallen switched back to work-mode
and wagged her finger at the student.  The exaggerated motion was
contrived - she never wagged her finger at school!  Not even for bad
students.


"No, no, no.  And that's final."


Eventually, they had to giggle at each other.  Dressed in casual
homewear, makeup-free with her hair down, the last thing Heather could do
was give anybody orders, no matter what her job title was.


The student sat beside her at the same distance they used to when they
watched  crime movies at night.  They were close enough to feel each
other's body heat.  Only this time, their eyes were locked and the mood
felt a little heavier.  There was no more burden or stress. Luciana was
almost flirtatious.


"Can I see your laptop real quick?" Luciana asked.  "I want to show
you something online."


"Sure, alright.  Don't screw up my browsers though."

Handing over her laptop, the student typed something, then handed it
back.


Luciana pointed to the screen.  "That's my family's lawyer in
America.  I'll be staying with her when I leave here."


The woman on screen was a young Latina attorney with a stern, beautiful
face.  Sharply dressed, too.  The website header was filled with a team
of lawyers in a downtown building, which to the average person suggested
that this was a strong law firm.


"When will your lawyer arrive?" Heather asked.


"Some time tomorrow, but I'm not totally sure.  She has a packed
schedule and lots of clients."


"I'm glad things have worked out for you."


"Are you going to miss me?" Luciana asked playfully.


"Of course I will."


The student curled her leg and poked her big toe into the principal's
thigh a few times.  Then afterwards, the student rested her leg across
the principal's lap.  It was the furthest they'd ever gone in terms of
touching each other.  Trying to think nothing of it, Heather put her hand
on the student's foot.


"Is that all?" the student asked, trying to pry more compliments.

Heather laughed.  "Okay, I'll miss you a lot.  You're oddly charming
and, dare I say, you keep me entertained with your thoughtful
conversation and hilarious insights."


"That's what I expected to hear."


In a moment of sheer weakness, Heather reached out and rubbed the side of
the student's face, tucking Luciana's black hair behind her ear,
showing more of the student's pretty face.  It was a face filled with
innocence and promise with the most feminine features.  The student's
eyes twinkled.


This was an unwise move, Heather thought, realizing her mistake and
moving her hand away.  Get it together, Principal McCallen, she thought
to herself, but it was too late, and the student was left blushing and
smiling shyly, having enjoyed the touch.


Was this the moment Heather would officially cross the line?  She
wondered.  Inwardly, she was embarrassed that she had touched a student
in such a manner.  How she wished she could take it back.  But what's
done is done.  Worse, the student seemed to like it.


Heather's touch gave the student something that would always be
remembered.  Little things like this are what tend to shape a young
woman's sexuality.  She wondered what impact this would have on a
student like Luciana.  Or maybe, things were taking their natural course.


***


School was empty the next day except for a few maintenance people
lingering around doing menial tasks.  A Covid cleaning team would be
arriving tomorrow and it was the principal's job to make sure the campus
was arranged for them.


Principal McCallen also took the opportunity to work quietly in her
office, while the student was at home watching Netflix.  Aside from
corresponding with teachers and managing the school, Heather was also
busy working on a business project she was developing.  Something she'd
hope would be revolutionary in the world of home-schooling.


Footsteps approached her office and she assumed that it was a teacher
wanting to speak with her.  When the steps came closer, Heather noticed
the distinct sound of high heels.  No one in the faculty wore heels.
Especially not in winter.


A tall, thin woman knocked on the side of the open door.  The
mocha-skinned beauty with raven black long hair was sharply dressed in a
pencil skirt, sheer blouse, and a luxurious coat.  She had a slender
briefcase in her left hand.


This was a true professional operator for a lady in her mid-30's.


"Good morning," the woman said.  "My name is Maggie Chavez.  I'm the
attorney for the Heredia family."


Heather stood up to greet the woman with a handshake.  A part of her was
happy that she no longer had the responsibility of caring for Luciana.
Another part of her knew she'd miss the student's company at home.


"Pleasure to meet you.  I'm Principal McCallen.  You can call me
Heather."


Ms. Chavez remained rigid.  "I prefer sticking to formalities.
Apologies for showing up un-announced. I was informed that you'd be
here."


"No worries.  I'm just working on a few small things and it's always
good to have a visitor."


"Great, because I'd like to speak with you for a moment."


"Sure, have a seat," the principal said.  "Can I get you some coffee
or water?"


"My day started with coffee, so I'm fine."


Heather sat behind her desk.  The lawyer put her briefcase down and
removed her coat.  She was surprised at the beautiful young lawyer's
no-nonsense demeanor and stern expression, barely even cracking a smile
since arriving.


"Luciana is still at my house," the principal said, getting straight to
the point.  "She's a true sweetheart.  I came to school alone because I
have work to do."

"I know.  I've already contacted her.  May we get to the point?"


The question caught the principal slightly off guard.  Luciana's
departure wasn't the point?


"Sure, what did you have in mind?"


The lawyer opened the briefcase and placed a check on the desk.


"My client requested this for you," Ms. Chavez said.  "It's a $10,000
check for services rendered, particularly to compensate you for Luciana
staying at your home.  But I've been told that you have refused to
accept a payment.  Is this correct?"


Heather smiled, "Please, I won't accept money.  We're both
professionals, so I'm sure you understand the ethical concerns."


"Yes, I thought so."

At this point, it was almost amusing how robotic the lawyer was.  Heather
wondered if it was purely a show of professionalism, or if the lawyer was
this rigid in her daily life too.


"Tell your clients that I deeply appreciate the gesture," Heather
said.  "It's always been my life's goal to see students perform at
their best.  I've never had a student stay at my home before, but given
the circumstances, I'm glad I could help."


"Duly noted.  My clients will be informed of your response.
Additionally, I've been authorized to increase payment.  How does
$20,000 sound?"


"You're unstoppable."


With a smile on Heather's face, they went back and forth like people at
a restaurant arguing over who'd pay the bill.  In the end, she won, and
the lawyer put the checkbook back inside the briefcase.


Ms. Chavez adjusted her already perfect posture.  "If you won't accept
a financial payment, then perhaps legal services will do?  I've been
instructed by my clients to reward you however possible."


The persistence was a nice attribute, Heather thought.  Loyalty and
gratitude are rare features these days.


"I don't need legal services," Heather replied.  "After all, the
school district has plenty of lawyers."


"Luciana informed me that you're working on a project of sorts. But she
was vague on details.  Perhaps I can be of assistance?"


Her first instinct was to decline, of course.  The only gifts a head
administrator are allowed to accept were things of nominal value.  But a
legal service was something different.  It fell into its own genre, she
justified to herself.  Besides, it was clear that this lawyer was
relentless and on a mission to serve her clients.


The principal gave a slight shrug.  "For interest's sake, what do you
know about protecting intellectual property."

"In regards to what?"

"Starting a business.  A few teachers and I are planning to start our
own online business for educational online protocols.  Something that
would provide more structure to existing online remote-learning
methods."


"I've worked in corporate law for years," Ms. Chavez replied in a
heartbeat.  "I have extensive experience with contract drafting and
protecting intellectual property.  I'd love to help you."


The confidence in the lawyer's voice was reassuring. Ms. Chavez was
entering her life at the right time, just as Heather was getting ready to
lift this concept off the ground.


"You've caught me a little off guard.  I wasn't expecting to speak
with a lawyer so soon."


Ms. Chavez was undeterred.  "I know what to do.  Have you ever had a
personal lawyer before?"

"No, but I know how the process works."


"Good, shall we get started?"


What was supposed to be a conversation about the student turned into a
legal meeting regarding an online education protocol.  The principal
shared her thoughts, plans and ideas, and the lawyer was noting
everything on a Doc on her now open laptop.


An hour had flown by the time they finished.


"Mind if I show you a contract template I've made?" Ms. Chavez asked.


"Sure, that would be great."

Principal McCallen remained seated while the lawyer took the laptop and
made her way around the desk.  Ms. Chavez placed the laptop in front of
the principal and stood close by.


"This is fairly close to what you'd need," Ms. Chavez said.  "Notice
the legal language I've used.  It's important for intellectual
property.  Now let me show you something else."


As the lawyer explained the contents displayed on the laptop, Heather was
accidentally treated to a different sight.  The shape of the lawyer's
backside, which was visible even through the blouse and pencil skirt, was
toned from top to bottom.  And the lawyer's butt?  It seemed like Ms.
Chavez was purposely flaunting what she had, even giving her round butt a
wiggle while talking.


Being a true professional was something Heather prided herself on.  After
all, you don't become the head administrator of a prestigious school
unless you have something to back it up with.  Part of that meant keeping
her priorities straight and her attention away from unnecessary
distractions.


But the reality was that Ms. Chavez had an ass that belonged in a fitness
magazine, rather than a law firm or courtroom.  The pencil skirt seemed
to purposely have been purchased a size too small.  And in that current
bent over position, the principal could not see any panty lines.


Could it be?  Heather wondered.  Would a woman like Ms. Chavez dare show
up to a meeting without panties underneath that skirt?


"Do these legal terms make sense at all?" Ms. Chavez asked, turning her
attention to the principal.


Principal McCallen internally chided herself for missing important
details.  This never happens. So this is how students feel when they get
chastised for having wandering minds.


"It makes sense," Heather fibbed.

"I have a number of legal friends who are specialists in this area of
law.  They're the best at what they do.  I'd be happy to make an
introduction if you're interested."


"That sounds amazing.  Are their services expensive?"


Ms. Chavez nodded.  "They charge top dollar because they're the best.
However, I can get them to provide legal services for free."

"Really?  How does that work?  Will the Heredia family be paying for
it?"


"I have a mutual relationship with my lawyer friends.  The legal
profession is tight-knit.  I do favors for them.  They do favors for me.
How does that sound?"


It sounded wonderful, but Heather wondered when the catch would come.
Was this all from the generosity of the Heredia family?  Nevertheless,
the prospect of having the services of top lawyers for this business
venture was difficult to pass up.


"That sounds like a plan," Heather cautiously agreed.  "What happens
next?"


She watched the lawyer reach into her briefcase to grab a
generously-sized dildo.  By her estimation, Heather figured it was a
decent 6 inches in length. But the question remained, why the hell was a
lawyer carrying it in her briefcase, and why did she decide to pull it
out now?!


"What's that for?" Heather asked nonchalantly, trying to laugh it
off.


Surely this was a joke or something? To make a point?  Perhaps it was
something the lawyer was carrying for an unrelated legal case?  An
exhibit for the courtroom maybe?


Ms. Chavez held it up.  "Ever have someone use this on you?"


"What do you mean?"


"This is part of a strap-on.  Has a woman ever worn a strap-on to have
sex with you?"


The question nearly made Heather choke.  Sure, teachers occasionally told
dirty jokes in the privacy of the lounge or administrative area.  Most
people don't realize that faculty members could be as foul-mouthed as
anyone else.  But to hear this from a lawyer she just met?


"Is there a reason you're asking me?" Heather inquired without batting
an eye.


"I'd love to help with your business venture and provide you with the
best legal services possible, but there has to be some consideration
between us.  Something that binds us.  Since there's no fee, we'll need
another form of connection."


Heather could hardly believe her eyes as she watched the beautiful lawyer
smacking the dildo into her hand with a stern expression on her face. The
slapping of the dildo reverberated in the small office.


"Tell me this is a joke," Heather said, perplexed.


"I've seen your wandering eyes explore my body.  We both know that I'm
not wearing any panties."


"You're literally pantyless?"

Ms. Chavez lifted the hem of her pencil skirt.  "See for yourself."

The lawyer proved herself in the office and Principal McCallen was
speechless.  The only time she had ever seen another woman's vagina this
up close was when she used to be a regular gym goer.  Ms. Chavez's
looked freshly shaven, as if specifically prepared for this encounter. It
smelled nice, too. Could she have applied rose-scented lotion to it?


"Oh my god," Heather gasped quietly. She couldn't tear her eyes away.


"Save your excitement.  This is only the beginning."


With the pencil skirt still hiked up, Ms. Chavez reached into the
briefcase again, and this time pulled out the strap that goes with that
impressive dildo. It looked so menacing, so erotic.  The lawyer was able
to put everything together like an assassin preparing a weapon.


Heather should have stopped this madness, but she was mesmerized as she
watched the lawyer slipping on the strap-on and fastening it in place.
The lawyer now looked like someone out of a high-end porn movie: smart,
sophisticated, beautiful, with a tool meant for fucking.


"Please take that off," Heather gulped.


"Don't you like sex?"

Heather stood so she could look the lawyer in the eyes.  "That's not
the issue."


"We can be honest with each other.  I have information regarding what
you enjoy sexually.  You're interested in other women, correct?"


The question was so direct it made Heather gasp.  Especially because of
how stone-faced the lawyer remained.


"Excuse me?  Where did you hear that?"

Ms. Chavez raised an eyebrow.  "Are you denying it?"


"I don't think it's any of your business."


"Well, it is now.  I'll need you to remove everything from the waist
down.  Shoes, stockings, pants, panties.  Everything off.  Then we can
proceed."


The lawyer put her hands on her hips, expecting a prompt answer. Heather
had never felt so blindsided in her life.  In her office was a half-naked
lawyer wearing a strap-on and expecting that they have sex.


Silence filled the room.  Could they really get away with this?  Could
they really do it in her office?  Heather paused for a moment, frozen,
consumed with self-doubt and desire.


~~~~~ Perspective: Luciana Heredia ~~~~~


When she turned 18 several months ago, she was old enough to be a
full-fledged client of the lawyer.  Sometimes that's a bad thing -- even
with the right intentions -- because there are some lawyers who will
serve client's wishes at all costs.


Having nowhere to go after her mother's legal troubles in Mexico, she
was beyond thankful to be able to stay with the school principal for whom
she had a lot of admiration.  Luciana would lay in bed in the guest room
late at night and masturbate thinking about Principal McCallen.


She'd fantasized about women before.  Never her own age.  Women her own
age never interested her.  Luciana preferred mature women, with
integrity, class and who had achieved a certain status in life.  Staying
in the principal's home made her masturbate more than she ever thought
possible.  Best of all, the principal was clueless about these desires.


And in her heart of hearts, she firmly believed that Principal McCallen
had the same sorts of desires.  It was a gut instinct that grew stronger
since they had become much closer over the break.  Luciana preferred to
dress skimpily at night and often noticed the principal's lingering
looks in her direction.


Perhaps the feeling was mutual?


It was like the stars aligned when she found out that one of their
lawyers in America would be coming back to town.  Luciana previously
discovered at a family party in a restaurant that the lawyer was a closet
lesbian.  She saw Ms. Chavez having a discreet makeout session with a
waitress in the kitchen.  Since then, it had been their secret.


In their recent texts and emails, Luciana was adamant that the principal
be properly rewarded, one way or another.  Sex had been discussed.  And
with the right financial incentive, the lawyer agreed.  She sent pictures
of the principal to Ms. Chavez and wasn't surprised when the lawyer
declared that she would have seduced the principal for free.


When the lawyer arrived, Luciana sent her a simple text message:


Fuck the shit out of my principal!


The lawyer texted back: A lawyer's duty is to zealously advocate for
each client.  4 inch?  6 in?  8 in?  10 ?


Luciana responded:  6 inches sounds hot!  It's the right size for an
office quickie.  It's what Principal McCallen deserves.


With the orders given and the plan in motion, she was becoming restless
about being home alone.  At that hour, the lawyer should have already
arrived at the school.  Luciana was a realist though.  She knew that the
odds of this actually happening were slim to none.  It was highly
unlikely that anything like this would ever happen.  But still, the
thought of everything going according to plan made her soaking wet.


She knew the lawyer would already have arrived on campus so she got
dressed and took the 10 minute walk over there.  The more she walked, the
more she realized that these lesbian dreams were unlikely.  A task like
that seemed impossible.


A black BMW was parked in the lot.  The lawyer had certainly arrived.  As
expected, the campus was empty except for a few other cars.  No one was
in sight.


Luciana entered the campus as the main door was unlocked.  The halls were
deserted.  She went straight to the administrative area where she knew
Principal McCallen would be.  She expected to hear an adult conversation
between two professional older women.


But as she set foot on the carpet of the reception area, she heard
something else.  Moans?  Could it be?


A sly grin spread across Luciana's face. She was positively giddy that
her plan may have actually worked.  Could this highly-intelligent lawyer
have pulled off the impossible?  When she heard another moan, there was
no doubt.  The lawyer was worth every penny her family spent on her.


Luciana walked towards the principal's office quietly.  The door was
open. No wonder she could hear them from afar.  The moans and rhythmic
slapping grew louder.


Were they fucking?


Taking care not to draw attention to herself, Luciana peeked inside the
office.


There was Principal McCallen, bent over the desk, laying chest down,
moaning and whimpering.  This was the sound of pain and pleasure.  The
principal's eyes were rolling back so she couldn't see the student
standing there.


Behind the principal, Ms. Chavez could be seen systematically fucking
away like it was the most normal thing in the world.  Oh yes, this lawyer
was a master when it came to the almighty strap-on.  One of her many
unique skills, apparently, in addition to being a diligent legal worker.


The two women were fucking and Luciana couldn't believe what she was
witnessing.  This was beyond her wildest wet dream.  And when Ms. Chavez
made eye contact with her, her excitement grew even stronger.  It was
simply breathtaking.


Ms. Chavez put an index finger over her own lips, as if to suggest,
`Shhh.... don't say anything.  I'm in the middle of fucking your school
principal.'


Ever so deviantly, Luciana nodded at her family lawyer, quietly watching
from the doorway as the dear principal was being pounded from behind.
Ms. Chavez showed the principal no mercy. Principal McCallen accepted her
punishment.


This was the moment that changed Luciana's sexuality forever.  She'd
only ever seen this kind of sex on the internet.  But now that she was
seeing it with her own eyes in real time, she knew she could handle it.
She knew she was ready to experience sex like a grown adult. Was this the
moment she turned into a woman?


"You're going to make me cum," Principal McCallen said, in between
deep breaths and hard thrusts.


Ms. Chavez breathed normally while thrusting.  "Will that be a
problem?"

"I... tend... to... squirt..."


"What's the problem?"


"The carpet," the principal moaned.


"Don't you have people who can clean that?  Let the cleaners do their
jobs.  I'll do mine."


Listening to their exchange, Luciana tried hard to stifle a giggle.  She
knew all about the Covid cleaning team that would be coming.  Now they'd
have to clean the principal's mess as well as the virus they were hired
to handle.


She tip-toed into the office.  As dangerous as it was, she was desperate
to get a better look at the action.  The principal's eyes were closed,
and it was risky as hell, but impulses are impulses.  She needed a more
explicit view of the plan she had set in motion.


At the right angle, she saw the lawyer's thin, muscular thighs flexing
with each thrust.  While staring intensely, Luciana was in awe of the
visual presence of Maggie Chavez's ass cheeks clenching in rhythmic
motion.  This was true power.


This lawyer was a woman who clearly made time for regular workouts
despite a busy schedule.  While strapping the principal, the lawyer put
one foot on top of the nice leather chair -- which most certainly put a
small rip on the seat by the sound of things -- hoping for a better angle
for each pump.


What was even more exciting was the sight of Principal McCallen's ass
being smacked from each thrust.  Her ass was soft, plump, and pale
white.  With each thrust, the principal's butt rippled with waves.  Loud
smacking sounds echoed in the room.  Would she find sitting down
difficult later?


How sore that pussy must be?  Luciana thought, amused.


Principal's McCallen's eyes rolled back again.  "You fuck me better
than any man ever has."


"Me encanta hacer llorar a las mujeres blancas."


Luciana had to keep a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.  She
knew the principal spoke Spanish and would have understood the lawyer's
comment.  The power dynamic between these two professional women was
spellbinding.


Her world changed forever when the principal looked up and caught her
standing there.  Luciana made eye contact with the horrified principal.
They both froze.


When it was clear that Principal McCallen was on the cusp of a climax,
and was about to flinch after having been caught by a student, the lawyer
held a firm grip on the principal's hips.  Principal McCallen didn't
fight it, instead holding her head down in shame.


Watching the beloved Principal McCallen having a spectacular orgasm was
something to behold.  It was better than any online porn.  This was
real.  This was raw.  It was her principal in the most vulnerable sexual
state.  Sounds of wet slappings, moaning, and crying filled the office.
It was almost like a religious experience for everyone in the room.


When it was over, Principal McCallen laid on the desk, a forearm covering
her face, as if to hide the shame of what just happened.  The lawyer had
stopped fucking and was giving a gentle rub to the principal's butt
cheeks.  Both were completely out of breath from the exhausting fuck
session.


Having already been busted, Luciana took a few steps closer.  She
wondered if the principal would yell at her, but that hadn't happened.
Her bravery was rewarded when she saw Ms. Chavez slowly pull the strap-on
dildo out of the principal's leaking pussy.  The dildo was covered in
slick juices and the principal's body twitched when it was removed.


Wanting an even better look, Luciana stepped behind the desk to look at
the pink wet, gaping hole.  She and the lawyer were side-by-side,
admiring the well-fucked Principal McCallen.


Arranging something like this felt very dirty. Deviant. Diabolical. But
the wet fluids dripping off the strap-on made it worthwhile.  Her
calculations and gut instincts were proven correct. Her beloved principal
was a woman in need of a good fucking.  It has been a stressful year and
everyone needs a release.


"I should be furious with you, Luciana, but I can't," Principal
McCallen said softly, with her head still down.


The sight of the principal in that position, bare butt and wet vagina,
was a turn-on.  It was success, Luciana thought.  Why else would the
principal have even agreed to go along with this?  What else could
explain the moaning and wet stains?


"Did you like it?" Luciana said shyly.


"I... I've never felt anything like that before."


This should have been over.  The job was done.  But when the lawyer
whispered into her ear, all Luciana could do was grin.  It was a scary
thought, but enticing nonetheless.  It excited her to the core.  This
exceeded her original plan in ways she never expected.


"Principal McCallen, may I lick your pussy?"


She wondered what the principal's reaction would be.  Anger?  Disgust?
Fury?  Instead, she saw the principal's legs squirm, twisting in a way
that made her thighs clench together. Then the principal spread her feet
apart, having made the fateful decision.


"I'm not going to stop you," Principal McCallen said, straightening
her back and looking forward.


Meekly, the student got down on her knees.  She'd never eaten pussy
before, nor had she ever seen another woman's pussy up close.  It was
better than porn.  She could see the fluids from the principal's vagina
glistening on her thighs and pussy lips.  She could smell the natural
aromas, too.


"I'll teach you how," Ms. Chavez whispered into the student's ear.


Side-by-side with her lawyer, Luciana was given a detailed tutorial on
how to please a woman.  She was filled with sexual energy watching the
lawyer's oral demonstration.  Lips touching the glazed labia.  Tongue
stroking the pink entrance.


When it was her turn, Luciana closed her eyes and felt her principal's
warmth.  The principal tasted good.  She had a unique flavor. It was a
flavor Luciana would always remember.  First times are always memorable.
When she pushed her tongue all the way inside -- at the lawyer's verbal
command -- Luciana was treated to the most wonderful sensation.


Not only was her tongue being clasped by a freshly-used pussy, but she
heard Principal McCallen moaning and squealing once again.  The
principal's legs and butt shivered and shook once more.


It was the most empowering feeling.  Now she was the one in control.  Now
she was controlling her principal's emotions and sexual reaction.  Now
she had the ability to give the most amazing pleasure to a woman she
adored.


The principal's second orgasm was like a leaking faucet, giving little
droplets that represented a woman's sexual pleasure.  Luciana pulled her
tongue away when the drops finished and looked at her lawyer.  Ms.
Chavez, for once, had a smile on her face, pleased that the trainee had
learned so well.


"I'm proud of you," Ms. Chavez said.


Luciana wiped her lips.  "I have good teachers."


Swallowing, she knew this was only the beginning. Why stop when it feels
so good to be bad?  Luciana's mother would never know.  This would be a
secret shared by only the lucky women in the room.


~~~~~ Epilogue: Maggie Chavez ~~~~~


In the bedroom closet of her neatly decorated and ultra-modern apartment
was an assortment of sex toys.  Some were hung on the inside of the
closet, some were in the drawers.  There was a variety of strap-ons and
vibrators.  Nipple clamps and anal beads.  In her other closet, there was
a selection of lingerie that she wore when the right situation called for
it.


Per the client's request, she found herself fucking Luciana every
night.  She'd go to Luciana in the guest bedroom and fuck her in all
positions after providing enough tutorial.  On all fours.  Missionary.
Eventually with the student learning to ride on top.


It was the fourth night in a row when Ms. Chavez put on a sexy,
barely-there outfit with a strap-on dildo dangling between her legs,
heading over to the guest room.  It was a long day with meetings and
phone conversations with several of her clients.  And even though she
already had a strenuous workout at the gym that morning, she still had
enough late night energy for fresh pussy.


Entering the bedroom, she saw a tense Luciana laying naked on her back.
The student was understandably still nervous about sex at that age.
These things take time.  All that mattered was determination to want to
get better at sex.


They fucked after Ms. Chavez lubed the dildo.  Slow at first, then rough,
making the student squeal loudly.  Sex between them felt new each time
because she always made sure to demonstrate new tricks and use different
rhythms.


A towel was placed underneath the naked student before reaching a
climax.  The last thing Ms. Chavez wanted was to have to wash cum stains
every night after a busy day.  Besides, all of the sheets that she owned
were expensive.


It was entertaining to see Luciana's facial expressions after each fuck
session.  The poor student always had trouble handling a dildo, making
all sorts of cute twisting motions with her eyebrows, lips, and the
crinkling of her nose.  Post-orgasm, the student looked drugged, totally
limp with eyes glazed over, breathing heavy in the aftermath.


As for the student's virginity?  It was amazing to have taken it on
their first night together.  It was the first virgin pussy that Ms.
Chavez had ever claimed.  Had she known this would be the end result, she
would have agreed to represent the Heredia family for free.  Having
claimed Luciana's virginity and sexuality was worth her legal services.


Watching the naked student lay in bed after an epic orgasm, Ms. Chavez
removed the strap-on.  They were both completely naked.  Then she went to
the drawer for scissors and a small container.  Ms. Chavez snipped all of
Luciana's pubic hairs and put it inside the container as a souvenir.
She collects a souvenir each time she gives a woman an orgasm.


She tucked the student under a blanket to let her sleep.  Turning off the
light, she went back to her own bedroom where she put the pubic hair
prize in her closet next to all her other souvenirs.


Ms. Chavez washed herself in the bathroom then went to bed.  Tomorrow was
another day.  More clients to meet.  More briefs, motions, and contracts
to deal with.  And she even had another appointment with Principal
McCallen in the office to review certain matters.


The End


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