Wish for Porn High is a series of captions in which Dean has used one of his three wishes to “be the principle at a porn parody version of his high school”. The first post in this series is here.


“Like, oh my god, Principal Hardcock!” Destiny squealed as she swayed her hips and approached the table.

“Oh.. ah… hello. Denise? Right?” Dean replied, looking up from the menu at the young woman holding a pen and pad of paper in the revealing top and plaid skirt with knee high stockings. Dean had come out to the newest hotspot in town, The Kilt and Kuties, for dinner after a long week at school.

“Oh, like, it’s Destiny now! I totally changed it when I legally allowed to! It’s soooooo amazing to see you Principal Hardcock, like you totally inspired me when I attended school!”

Dean smiled at her and nodded, “Well I’m glad I could inspire you Destiny. But since we’re not in school anymore, why don’t you call me Dean.”

“Oh! giggle Of course Princ… I mean Dean. So, can I get you anything to drink?”

“Hmmm… you know what I haven’t had in a long time Destiny? A nice tall glass of chocolate milk.”

“Oh my god, I could totally be… I mean, get you that Dean.” she replied and then spun around and wiggled her ass towards the kitchen.

Dean sat back at watched the servers walk by, all dressed the same as Destiny, all showing a lot of cleavage, and thought he recognized a few more ex-students. It was only a couple of minutes later when Destiny returned with the glass of chocolate milk an a bounce in her step that made her tits desperately try and escape her top.

“So, like, what can I get you for dinner Dean?” she asked, putting the pen to her lips and gently sucking on it while she wiggled in place.

“I think I’ll take the burger and fries.”

“Sure, like, do you want cheese on that too?”

“Why not.”

“Ok, I’ll be back with your order soon Dean!”


Dean looked down at the crumbs left on his plate and then to the back of the restaurant where the washrooms were. Slipping out from behind the table, he strode to the washroom and quickly relieved himself.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he found Destiny standing in the hallway, playing with her hair and the pen as she cocked her hips to the side, “Oh, hi Dean! giggle” she said and before he could reply, grabbed his hand and pulled him in to the handicap bathroom and locked the door.

She pushed up against him and leaned in, kissing him passionately as her hands slipped down in to his pants to find his hardening shaft. Dean’s own hands reached around behind her and found her bare ass under her skirt.

She pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, “Oh god Dean, like my pussy is so wet and I’m so horny! I want your cock inside of me just like when I was sent to your office at school!”

She quickly found his belt buckle and zipper, sending his pants to the ground. She followed suit, getting on her knees and quickly wrapping her lips around his cock. Her hands undid her top and skirt and threw both to the side as she stroked up and down his shaft until he grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her off of him.

Pulling her to her feed, he twisted her around and pushed her towards the door, where her hands found the cool metal of it and her feet spread apart. She felt the tip of his cock push up against her pussy and let out a low moan.

“Oh god Dean, fuck Destiny’s naughty little pussy. Destiny needs Principal Hardcock to show her how naughty she’s been!”

He pushed in to her and she cried out in pleasure, pushing back on to him with all that she was worth, “YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”


Destiny looked down at the receipt and giggle, “Like, thanks for the tip Dean, and come back soon!”

She turned and wiggled her ass, the feeling of Dean’s cock still fresh in her pussy as she went up to the till and handed in her receipt.

“Shit, did he cheap out on the tip or what?” Debbie, the dower cashier asked as she looked down at the receipt, the tip line reading 0.

“Oh my god no, like he gave me a big tip… and an even bigger shaft! giggle

Debbie rolled her eyes, “God, I can’t believe you sluts can keep a job, it’s a wonder you ever graduated high school.”

Destiny just giggled and turned away, Debbie was from out of town and didn’t understand how lucky she and some of the other waitresses were to have Dean as their principal for their entire high school career.

A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about his name, it was so strange to call him Dean, but he was right. They were no longer in high school and he was no longer her principal. A wicked smile crossed her lips, that meant she could drop by and pay him a visit any time she wanted to, like after work, since they were consenting adults now.

Destiny skipped towards her next table, eager for her shift to be over and to see if Dean was up for some late night fun.

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