All Chapters of SQUIRTS SHOTS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

All morning, my high school principal, Mr. Kent, had been sitting in his office rock hard, thinking about me and my tight little body. I’m petite with long silky black hair, big 36DD tits that strain against my uniform, and a plump, shapely ass that’s my greatest weapon. Mr. Kent had already caught me smoking and giving handjobs to senior boys. He loved bending me over his desk and spanking my ass until it burned. The last time he punished me, my pussy got so wet I left a slick spot on his desk. The memory made me throb with need. The very next day I returned to his office, heart racing with dirty excitement. I stood in front of his desk in my short blue and white plaid uniform dress, hiked up high to show off my smooth thighs wrapped in navy-blue school tights. On my feet were black 4-inch spiked heels that made my ass look even rounder and sluttier. I looked down innocently, clutching my books. “Mr. Kent… I’ve been a very naughty girl again. I need to

Vera my girlfriend called me up out of the blue and said she wanted to come over because she had a surprise for me. Of course I told her that was more than fine, and she said she’d be there in just a few minutes.I jumped up and started straightening up the house real quick, tossing stray clothes into the hamper and wiping down the counters. Then I hopped in the shower for a fast rinse, threw on some clean shorts, and sat there on the couch waiting anxiously, my mind racing with all the possibilities of what kind of surprise she might have in store. The doorbell finally rang and I practically leapt up to answer it.There stood Vera in that sexy, confident way of hers, wearing a sly, broad smile that promised all kinds of trouble. But behind her and to each side were two guys I had never seen before. I felt a quick jolt of curiosity mixed with surprise, but I played it cool and ushered all three of them inside like the gracious host I try to be.Vera introduced them right away. “T

It was the mid-1990s, fall semester of my junior year, and I made the incredibly stupid decision to take 22 credits.I lived buried under a mountain of textbooks, papers, and all-night library sessions, stealing only rare moments to myself. The pressure felt suffocating. I should have listened to my advisor when she gently suggested sticking to 15 credits. The one thing that saved my sanity was the gym. Every single day I’d climb onto that stair-stepper and punish it for forty-five minutes to a full hour, sweat pouring off me as I tried to outrun the stress. After six weeks the machine finally broke down, but I kept going.I switched without missing a beat. Sit-ups became my only other real break from the books. The brutal schedule also meant meals were whatever I could grab and eat while walking mostly cafeteria apples, bananas, and limp salads stuffed into a to-go container.As the weeks dragged on, I had to sacrifice more and more of normal college life. Makeup? No time. Hair

Thank God it’s Friday. The week had been exhausting, but I’d managed to close five out of fourteen cases. I was looking forward to a quiet weekend on the couch. Just as I finished packing up, my phone rang. I nearly ignored it. “Johnny speaking.” The woman’s voice was vaguely familiar. After a couple of hints, I realized it was Mia Stevens. We had been close during law school. She was in Toronto for a conference with Brooke Bradley. Just hearing Brooke’s name made my cock twitch with anticipation. Mia and Brooke had arrived earlier that afternoon. They were tied up with conference plans that night, but free tomorrow afternoon. We quickly agreed to meet at my place. The call quickly turned heated as we reminisced about the wild night we’d shared after the bar exam. Memories flooded back. Mia was still the petite five-three brunette with the perfect round ass. Back then she’d had small A-cup tits, but she’d always loved giving sloppy blowjobs and getting off on being watched. Bro