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Wendy negotiates with PC Principal for him to lift the ban over Pajama Day, but it isn't easy to get someone as rigid in his beliefs as him to agree with her, so she has to resort to more drastic measures. Like faking tears, of course.
“PC Principal, I need to talk to you.” Wendy sniffs, wiping at her wet cheek with the back of her hand, but she remains firm. The entire fourth grade are counting on her to resolve this situation. “We need Pajama Day in this school. We can't just go without it this year.”
The crocodile tears don't work. It's either that Wendy needs more practice as an actress, or that there are better ways to get her way.
“You have to beg for it, Testaburger.” PC runs a languid hand through the dark of his dirty dishwater blond hair. “It isn't some tradition. The school holds all the rights to postpone it.”
“What do you mean, beg?” Wendy says, her famously hot temper flaring already even as PC Principal hasn't even said or done anything much yet. “But— but that's demeaning!” She knows his weak spots so well. She pulls out one of her cards against him and bats her lashes just so. Just enough for him to notice. “It's dehumanizing to ask that of a woman, PC Principal. Think about what you stand for!”
“Testaburger,” PC Principal says in a warning tone, “you can't just come to my office and throw those words around with little regards to what they stand for. I love women! I would never do anything to dehumanize a woman.”
Wendy crosses her arms over her chest. PC Principal's words are oddly patronizing, but he is probably dead serious about each and every word he says. She isn't going to win like this.
“Swing by my office again around this time tomorrow,” PC Principal says, his hand sliding up Wendy's shoulder and opening the door for her so it won't hit her as she leaves. “We're just going to have a little chat and solve this problem on our own.” Wendy's eye twitches. “That okay? Does that sound good to you?”
Wendy has no choice. She would have to tell the girls that she has to come back and try again tomorrow until she can convince PC Principal into doing her bidding. Being the school council president can be hard work sometimes, even most of the time as she gets zero rest, but there is no such thing as an easy job. If she would be able to rope PC Principal into uncancelling Pajama Day for the school, her political career would skyrocket and open up new doors she'd never expect.
The next day, Wendy opens the door to PC Principal's office and finds him, waiting, his hands folded into a steeple, as she slowly pushes the door open and peers at the inside.
“Testaburger?” PC Principal calls out without even looking up from the papers on his desk. “I didn't expect you so early, but it's a pleasant surprise. Come in. You're welcome.”
Wendy just shrugs, wanting to appear humble about the lack of tardies and absences in her progress reports since she was old enough to read and go to school, her eyes twinkling.
PC Principal swallows, and Wendy watches the shallow up and down movement of the lump in his throat, her violet eyes still bright, shining.
“You look different, Testaburger,” PC Principal says, absentmindedly fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. “Did you get a haircut yesterday?”
Wendy would have rolled her eyes at the idea of her suddenly changing her normal hairstyle only a day after they'd talked in his office, but instead she pulls off her head-eating beret and goes down on all fours to crawl under PC Principal's desk and surprise him with her lips.
PC Principal's legs squeeze shut. His thighs are strong, his quads and calves are bulky, and he is abnormally, incredibly strong, maybe strong enough to reduce Cartman to pieces and make him beg for his life, but his knees buckle and his hips snap up from just a brush of Wendy's mouth against the leg of his khaki pants.
Just one brush of her mouth. It's all it would take. It's all it would take for Wendy fucking Testaburger to reduce him to a whining mess.
“Whoa, whoa,” PC says, pushing his Oakleys up with his knuckles, “what are you doing?” He laughs nervously, the sound kicking from the back of his throat. “Lost a pen, Wendy?”
“I was thinking,” Wendy says, leaning in close to the bunched up front of PC Principal's pants and pressing her cheek against the warmth of it, “I would have normally went up to you with a formal speech with a presentation up on the projector and everything to try and convince you about the merits of Pajama Day in school, but we can just drop all our pretenses now.”
PC Principal holds his hands up in defeat, but Wendy keeps speaking, her eyes and mouth still only inches away from his cock. “I was thinking that you should teach me how to give you a blowjob,” Wendy says. “Wouldn't that be fun? It would be totally empowering for girls like me, seeing as you're a feminist and all. You can teach me how to use my mouth better for the causes I stand up for. Isn't that fun?”
PC Principal's mouth is small and tight as he slowly reaches down and tilts Wendy's face up away from his cock so she can look at him in the eye. “Testaburger,” he says quietly, “if you really insist on this learning experience, I can be the one to give it to you, but I'm going to need you to sign a consent form, alright?”
Wendy grumbles something about PC Principal not being as easy to crack as he looks, but he seems dead serious about consent, so she reaches up for the pen and signs her name haphazardly on the paper and gets to work.
Even when she has never sucked cock in her life, not even Stan's, Wendy is always ready to pounce on anything in her way like it's a skein of yarn and she's a cat with extra sharp claws. Her fingers hook into the front of PC's pants, kneading the tent forming in it and massaging his balls through the thick fabric, just before putting her mouth back where it had been and pressing her big front teeth against his clothed cock, making him feel every bump and ridge.
PC Principal hisses, and his fingers curl into Wendy's hair as she pulls his pants down and leaves his tight briefs bare to the world. He is incredibly hung, and Wendy has to just stop and stare at his cock for a second before even daring to put it inside of her mouth because of the sheer size of it and how she isn't sure if she can fit something like that inside any of her holes, but PC mistakes her hesitation for lack of experience. Which is an insult to her.
“Just put your teeth together and blow,” PC instructs, his hand finding its way to Wendy's head, weaving his fingers through her choppy black bangs and pushing her face down on his cock until she almost gags on it. “Suck on it. Yeah, just like that, Testaburger. That's right.”
Wendy grabs the base of PC Principal's cock, letting her hand wrap right around the shaft, the couple of inches she couldn't take into her mouth and her throat, until the tips of her fingers can just about meet in the middle.
Wendy is surprisingly good at this. Her mouth is taking all of PC Principal's cock now as he thrusts shallowly into the back of her mouth, thoroughly filling her throat and hitting against her tonsils, sucking every inch down like it's a waffle cone in the middle of the summer sun, letting his pre-cum trickle down her chin and her fingers as she sucks it right out of him, tonguing the slit on the head of his cock.
PC Principal twists and writhes in his seat just as Wendy is getting into it, grabbing his cock tight and stroking it hard, letting her cold front teeth rub slightly against the intrusive layer of foreskin that he hadn't peeled back but she is lapping up and nipping at with her tongue.
“Oh, wow, Testaburger, you might be even better than my wife,” PC says, genuinely impressed with her peformance, even though he starts beating himself up for the remark that had slipped out of his lips and blindsided him immediately afterwards. Wendy twists PC Principal's cock until it throbs a delicious raw red in her hand, grabbing and fondling his balls, cupping his nuts until he just about spills over her sharp, clean nails and warm palm.
“Shit,” PC Principal grunts out at the pain of it, but Wendy keeps sucking on the tip of his cock and curling her tongue around the angry red head of it, tracing her name and flicking long hard circles into the skin, stroking the base harder and harder, until he is just about ready to burst like a dam and come in her mouth.
Wendy gives PC Principal just one last stroke, squeezing his cock harder with her hand and never slowing down with her sucking until he shows more signs of being close to coming.
“Duuude,” PC Principal says, panting, “brooo.” PC Principal looks out of it. He is dangerously close to coming, and Wendy has to ready her throat for his load if she wants him to fill her mouth with his come. “I'm going to— come.”
Wendy pulls her mouth off with a pop, and she's lucky that PC Principal's hands are off her head now or he might slammed her head back down on his cock like her life depended on it. His cock might feel good in her mouth like that, but having her nose so close to the little dirty blond hairs on the base of his cock makes her nose twitch like she has an allergy.
“You have to beg for it,” Wendy says, never letting go of his cock and only tightening her grip on it even still. “Come on, PC Principal.”
“Can I come?” PC says, his mouth filled with drool. “Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”
“Very good,” Wendy mewls, pressing her lips back to PC's cock, her catlike tongue darting out to give it a few finishing licks, and just holding him in her hand, stroking it slowly, making a show of her milking it dry of every last drop—until he comes against her face, painting her cheeks white and almost hitting her eyelids, just her talented mouth and hands sending him into an absolute orgasmic state, his cock twitching frenetically and causing him to almost pass out together from the ecstacy.
The corners of Wendy's mouth twitches before her lips finally quirk up into a satisfied smile. She wipes off all of the come on her face and hollows her cheeks around PC Principal's cock, puckering her lips around it and hoovering like she's a vacuum cleaner with a need to fill. She milks him dry of every drop of cum left in him.
“Oh God,” PC Principal says, holding his face in his hands, his hair sticking up and disheveled, his eyes wild, “oh fuck. What have I done?”
Wendy smiles up at PC Principal, her eyes almost crossing with how much effort she is putting into looking innocent just for him, and opens her mouth and shows him what exactly she's got in her mouth. And then Wendy closes her mouth, squeezes her eyes shut and swallows all of it only to look up at him again and open her mouth to show him it's all gone.
Wendy steps back and admires her work. PC Principal looks absolutely raw and wrecked, his bottom lip swollen from how hard he had been chewing on it, a line of spit trickling down the side of his mouth, and his pants forcibly stripped from his thighs, and she isn't even finished undoing him. She isn't done with him.