Chapter 2:Whatta Bad gal

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by sjfanfics

by sjfanfics

Mr.Caves POV

I had a few thoughts on my mind that had to be dealt with, I stood up from my Ottoman swivel armchair and sprinted to the front desk I smirked at Cathy and demand to call Arella Winkle down to the office ASAP...I wondered what Arella was thinking in that plump melon head of hers was she thinking about how foxy i am for a fifty-seven year old man I mean the last time we talked was when she fought Sydney, I glanced over to the office pull doors to see Arella..

SLAM her head into the pole that separates the two office door, As she falls to the ground I lunge over to her won ton sized figure "Arella are you okay ?" her eyes squinted open to reveal her shit brown eyes. I extended my hand and she took it, her hands were as dry as my wife but my little Nazi still raised his arm high if you know what I mean. I knew I needed her now. "We should talk in my office now" I said. Her bobble head nodded and I leaded her to my office. Luckily, my blinds were drawn, my door and walls are soundproof just in case something happens. I shut the door and I realised my chopstick fingers were intertwined with her fish stick fingers. I blushed and let go. She sat down on the chair on the other side of my desk. God I wish my face was that chair. "So Arella, do you know why I called you in here?" I asked nervously, hoping she wouldn't notice my nervous tone. "Keep it together Todd" I thought to myself. "No sir, I haven't been a bad girl lately I've been very good" she replied. I chuckled and bit my lip which is such a fuckboy thing to do, like the other faggo- I mean boys in this school. "I know. That's exactly why you're here. I have never met a student as bad as you Arella" I said breaking the silence, quickly realizing I never specified which "bad" I meant. But, I knew I had to do something before the period ended and she went off to lunch, so I got up and locked the door and began undoing my shirt.

Underneath my 6 shirts was a sick body that took me yeeeaaarrrsss to get, and I'm only 57. I watched her as she struggled to get her leggings down her legs, revealing her thick thighs. I knew I was going to pound town on her ass. Finally, she was naked. "Mr Cave don't stop" her sweet little voice moaned. "Call me daddy" I demanded. I hesitated, searching for the faint thumping of Cathy waddling to my office but it never came. I glanced at the photo of my son questioning what the actual fuck and came back to my senses. "What's wrong daddy?" she asked but I ignored her as I began tugging at her krabby patty granny panties which turned me all the way on. She demanded me to take off her underwear and I did what I was told. I bit my lip and suddenly yelled "YAGA" as I yanked those bitches off. I wondered what those bad boys smelt like. Little did I know that was a huge mistake. This bitch smelt like shrimp and vagina crust. But I could only satisfy myself in one way, if she sat on my face. I looked her up and down "Arella its time, bring those meaty thighs over here" I stand up examining where to do the procedure I glance over to her and whisper "Come to me baby" she sits up breaking the chair beneath her.. Fucking fat ass bitch. I don't understand how someone that thick can be so fishy and yet so beautiful at the same time.