A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica)

by Jay Merson

  The girl raised herself sleepily up onto her elbows, her expression one of dreamy deep satisfaction and she gave a cheeky grin.

  "Yes sir, I would like that, very much indeed.”

  Chapter 5

  Henry, the fat balding governor sat trembling and sweating as he looked through the photographs. He took three great swigs of brandy, going through the set of photos time and again and inspecting each one most carefully. The shots of the brunette in uniform particularly took his eye and the man positively dribbled as he leered over the young form of the posing girl. Finally he looked up and passed the photos over to the equally interested John.

  "My God," He gasped and sighed, "The little slut is a wicked little whore and nothing less."

  The headmaster sat confidently and easily watching the man extol his excitement and pleasure.

  "But a most willing and fuckable little whore wouldn't you say?"

  "Indeed!" he agreed enthusiastically and edged to the front of his seat. "I must have her - when can I have her?"

  The headmaster stood up and walked to the window, anticipating the protests that would surely come.

  "As we agreed, once the vote is taken and my position confirmed."

  The fat man was on his feet in an instant, his trousers pushed out at the front by his erection.

  "But that isn't for nearly two weeks and..."

  "I've already given you a free taster with the young teacher."

  "Not with the pupils though," the fat man protested and gained a grunt of agreement from the engrossed John as he studied the photos.

  "You could have a change of heart and back track on our agreement," the headmaster countered.

  "We wouldn't," Henry pleaded and sought confirmation to aid his cause, "would we John?"

  It amused the headmaster to see the flushed man so desperate in his begging to be let loose on the girl. He strolled casually back to his seat and sat down crossing his legs lazily.

  "I might consider allowing you to be present at a session..."

  "Thank you," the sweating Henry interrupted.

  "To watch but not participate."

  Henry sat back deflated and seething, he could see that he wouldn't be able to sway the headmaster and opted for the lesser of the favourable options.

  "Very well, then," he said icily, "Your vote is still assured, I hope you would bear that fact in mind as you are enjoying yourself and we are simply spectators."

  The headmaster was unmoved.

  "I most certainly will, I would hope in turn that it would strengthen you resolve to ensure that the vote goes my way."

  ***

  The young games teacher answered the door of her flat that Sunday morning in a simple grey sweatshirt and tight, black leggings. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail to give her the appearance of a young pupil rather than that of a teacher. Like a little girl trying to be a woman but failing to hide her youth and innocence. She gave a nervous but excited smile as she stepped back to allow the headmaster to enter, and wiggled her pert little backside sexily as she walked through to the lounge. The girl led him through to the spare bedroom and proudly showed off her exercise bike and rowing machine, the sit-ups bench and the weights.

  She was nervousness and it showed and yet within her eyes sparkled devilment and willingness, a knowing willingness that hinted at sexual undertones. The girl knew the score all right, that he was here not simply to assist and guide her but to have her.

  "I like to keep in shape for my work," she said and stroked her hand idly over the padded seat of the exercise bike.

  "And that you most certainly do," the headmaster complimented and ran his gaze slowly down over her entire body.

  The compliment pleased her and it showed in her smile.

  "Would you like me to demonstrate?" the girl asked brightly, anxious to display her physical skills to the man.

  He paused to slip off his jacket and sat down on the end of the press-ups bench. His tone when he spoke was one of low and reassuring coaxing.

  "Very well, begin with the exercise bike."

  "I rather thought that the weights..."

  "The exercise bike," he restated with a hint of irritation in his voice.

  The girl hesitated momentarily and then complied, lifted one leg and eased herself expertly up onto the saddle of the bike. She located her feet on the pedals and began a slow and rhythmic peddling.

  The way her thighs pumped delighted him, the straining muscles clearly defined beneath her thighs leggings and the tight mound of her pussy on show as the thigh closest to him fell on the downward stroke. The tight black leggings hugged her slim frame beautifully to show the wriggling buttock cheeks as her backside moved and clung to her body to show lithe shape to wonderful effect.

  The girl was flushed, becoming more so as she displayed herself to him and as her pussy and clit rubbed incessantly against the hard point of the thick saddle. She began grunting softly, pleasingly, in little gasps of her parted lips as she pumped the pedals around. Her hips and buttocks swayed hypnotically and her upper body swung from side to side in a most erotic movement of sheer sexual teasing. Several times the girl pulled the hem of her long sweatshirt out from under her buttocks as the material became trapped.

  "Take it off," the headmaster said casually, "the clothing is too restrictive for good physical exercise."

  The girl stopped peddling and gave him a questioning but knowing look. She hesitated and then crossed her arms over her body, gripped the hem of her sweatshirt and in one move pulled it up over her head and threw it aside. She began again, her face flushed more now in excitement than from effort, she pumped her legs and looked straight ahead of her, aware that his leering gaze as firmly fixed on her chest and almost naked upper body. She was aware too that his gaze moved frequently down to her thighs and buttocks and searched between her legs to ogle her mound before returning to her semi-naked breasts. It thrilled her so to display herself, it produced such terrifically strong sensations deep inside her vulva and made her pussy moisten so very readily.

  He watched as she peddled, her swelling little breasts bounced most delightfully within the half cups of her little black bra. As her body moved the orbs jiggled and shook, one rosy pink nipple became half-exposed as the little harness slipped down slightly with her movements. The headmaster groaned and eased his erection to one side in his trousers and noted the girl peddled faster as she noticed his arousal.

  "The legg..." he croaked excitedly, cleared his throat and repeated the instruction, "your leggings."

  The girl gasped at the intensity of the sensations rushing through her body. Pulsing sexual excitement fed by being in a state of partial undress before the watching headmaster. The thought now of showing her legs and lower body pushed the heady sense of thrill higher still. She slipped easily down off the bike and wriggled her leggings down to her ankles, kicked them free of her feet and remounted. Electric blue panties she wore, tight and small the side strings were cut high on the hip to show her full legs and thighs to best effect. The panties pulled harshly in between her legs and little more than a thin string pulled up between her firm buttocks.

  The headmaster gave a low groan of appreciation as the bitch resumed her peddling; her body so pale and her face red as she pumped her legs round in a frantic peddling of sexually charged exercise. He gripped his hard cock through his trousers and moaned constantly as he watched her.

  The girl was alive with electric sensations; sweet tingling feelings were rushing through her entire body to funnel down and to end powerfully inside her pussy. Her clitoris throbbed and her pussy moistened more to soak the gusset of her panties as her pussy lips rubbed against it, her expression one of wild delight as she offered herself so blatantly and yet under the loose guise of being assisted in her studies. It was all so innocent and yet so naughty, so excitingly naughty but simply too powerful in sense of thrill to even consider wanting to stop.

  "Does it excite you to be semi-naked before me?" he asked
in a thick and low voice.

  She nodded several times as she peddled, her soft little reply coming out with difficulty as she tried to stem her rising emotions.

  "Yes."

  "Excellent," he moaned, "then let us dispense with the last vestiges of clothing and see your naked body in all its wonderful glory."

  The girl stopped peddling, released her grip on the handlebars, sat back and then stood upright on the pedals to slip her little panties down. The girl wriggled them down over her thighs and knees, lifting one leg as she sat again to take them off completely, her bare pussy now pressing down on the leather saddle. She slipped both hands up her back to release her bra, fumbling in her haste at the catch at the back.

  "Wait," he said urgently and stood up.

  The headmaster moved behind her and slipped her both hands up inside the tight bra strap at the back.

  "Like that," he breathed in high arousal, "it gives the appearance of you being tied."

  She gave a little whimper of delight and allowed her hands to remain as he had placed them, hooked up and held in place by the thin strap.

  The headmaster took his seat on the press-ups bench once again and watched again as the near naked girl peddled on. His interest fixed instantly on the brown thatch of her pubic hair as her thigh rose and fell to give tantalising glimpses of her pussy before it was again snatched from his view. He unzipped his fly slowly, ensuring that the little slut was aware of his actions; he smiled as he saw her casting sideways glances down at his crotch.

  The girl was seated and peddling still, her head up and back straight with her hands entangled in the back bra strap with her elbows sticking out to the sides. She gasped and stared wide-eyed as the headmaster's thick, long cock sprang free of his trousers to stand up hard in erection.

  "Does it feel nice to have the saddle rubbing your pussy and clit?" he asked and grasped his throbbing cock with one hand.

  "Yes," she whimpered and sucked in breath.

  "The peddle faster, bitch or I'll slap your backside to assist you."

  "Unnnh!" she uttered and gave an involuntary shiver of delight.

  "Ah! I see that the thought of being encouraged appeals to you."

  The girl muttered and shivered again but nodded her head and half-closed her eyes.

  The headmaster stood up, his hard cock sticking out of the fly of his trousers. He landed a stinging slap with the flat of his hand on the side of her buttock, the echo resounded loudly in the small room.

  "Faster I said," he snapped at her.

  The girl cried out and increased the pace of her peddling; she was thrilled, lost in a heady world of rapidly growing sexual excitement. She gave pleasured little whimpers as the hand slapped down on her again. The harder and faster the headmaster slapped her the faster she peddled, grinding her pussy and clit hard down on the horn of the saddle as the wonderful sensations of pre-orgasm rushed headlong toward her. Her thighs pumped, her breasts wobbled and her backside began to take on a reddened blotchiness that both warmed and excited her further.

  "Faster, bitch!" he shouted and slapped her again, a savage and brutal slap born of high sexual thrill and longing.

  The girl began grunting softly, nodding her head in acceptance of the waves of orgasm washing through her. She tensed, her peddling slowed and her knees drew in together. Her back arched and she cried out before her body began to spasm in shuddering convulsions. Her thighs opened and closed in involuntary convulsions of pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her slight frame to jerk it like a puppet. Then the girl screamed, a long and satisfied wailing of the deepest pleasure as she came to orgasm on the bike.

  Even before her orgasm was finished, the headmaster dragged her from the saddle and pushed her face down over the press-ups bench. He mounted her unceremoniously and pushed his prick straight up inside her pussy from behind. He grunted loudly as he rammed into her body, one hand clamping her wrists to hold her hands up between her shoulder blades. His other hand gripped her ponytail and pulled her head back toward him to gain extra purchase and to add to the sense of command over that he felt. He rode her hard, like a horse, a dirty randy mare whose jockey was spurring it on toward the final fence.

  "Teasing little bitch," he muttered as he pumped hard into her little body, "teasing, teasing bitch."

  The girl's whimpering urged him on, adding to the feel of her and to the high excitement he was experiencing. He slammed his hips hard against her in an effort give pain as well as pleasure. The headmaster was amazed as the girl cried out and came for a second time, her body brutalised by his frantic thrusting. He couldn't hold back any longer, his cock jerked in rapid little spasms to spurt his thick, warm seed deeply up inside the frail little girl's body, a most wonderful of sensations that seemed to go on and on, fed by her little moans of ecstasy and pleasure. For many minutes he rubbed in and out of her in slow and deliberate finishing strokes of deep sensual feeling.

  "Told you I was an athlete," he crowed triumphantly, "More lessons will follow this one - that is for sure."

  ***

  The time was right now to begin to make his move. To set in motion the preliminaries of his plan that would secure the vote for him for sure. His favourite pupil, the wide-eyed little slut with brown hair would be ideal but he wanted to keep her for himself. His chosen girl had to be not only good looking and sexy but able to carry out his wishes and instructions to the letter, he wanted nothing to mar his bid to the board. The headmaster decided instead on the tall blonde girl that he had fucked up the arse in the kitchen gardens; he picked up the receiver on his desk to summon the girl to his office.

  ***

  She had run up alongside him as he walked around the side of the school toward the games field on his weekly inspection. The young brunette teacher had to continue running to keep pace with his long lopping strides.

  "Please," she begged and looked cautiously around her lest she should be overheard. "I need it - want it, please visit me again at the cottage. Since you ...well brought the two governors along..."

  "Since they fucked you," he corrected.

  The woman hesitated.

  "Yes, since that. I miss the control, the abuse that you subject me to."

  "And the sex I provided?"

  "Yes, that most of all, please visit me, please."

  It pleased him to have the little slut beg, it made his cock stir into life and harden nicely, he slowed his pace to prolong the excitement. They passed through the gap in the hedge and then through the small wooded copse to the rear of the changing rooms and then he halted.

  "You need to receive orders eh?"

  "Yes," she said softly, "I need to be controlled."

  He landed a stinging slap on her cheek with the flat of his hand that jerked her head to the side.

  "Master," he reminded firmly.

  The woman accepted the pain, her cheek was blotched red from the slap but she smiled and nodded her head in acceptance.

  "My Master," she said with deep sincerity.

  He grunted and walked on, around the side of the building and up the steps of the changing rooms. The headmaster unlocked the door and walked in holding the door open until she was inside also and then he locked the door again.

  "Strip off you worthless slut," he snapped and peeled of his jacket.

  The headmaster undressed, his back presented to her in a show of disinterest in her naked form. Nothing was further from the truth actually but it paid to keep the sluts guessing and unsure of him. Without turning to face her he barked his next command.

  "Follow me, slut - on your hands and knees."

  The young woman literally ripped at her panties to complete her undressing, fearful of his wrath should she delay. She scrabbled on her hands and knees like a dog, following her master obediently through into the shower area.

  The headmaster, naked and with his cock sticking out hard in erection, entered a shower cubicle and turned on the spray. He stood under the cascade of water droplets soaping hi
s body as the woman knelt there in awe staring longingly at his long cock.

  "Soap it," he instructed and offered the bar of soap to her.

  The woman crawled in to join him, readily accepting the soap and her hands immediately closing around his thick shaft to rub the water and soap along it. Her fingers circled his shaft, sliding back and forth to produce thick slippery suds that increased he pumping action.

  The headmaster rested back against the tiled wall, his feet parted and legs braced with his hips pushed forward. He closed his eyes and moaned as the sweet little hands soaped and rubbed his cock to a thick creamy lather. Her light and angelic touch was a sheer delight to experience, the little bitch even flicked her thumb back and forth across the eyehole of his cock to draw loud moans of appreciation from him.

  Eagerly the slut rubbed and wanked him, one hand cupping his balls and her mouth closing often over the huge bulbous head of his cock. Her need was great, desperate even and it showed in her greedy fondling and sucking. She knelt before him, hungrily devouring his thick shaft with her mouth before pulling back to wank for a moment and then to resume her sucking again. Faster she wanked and sucked him as her arousal grew, the slut whimpered contentedly as she felt and held his heavy cock.

  "Enough," the headmaster said at length and pushed past her to walk out and back into the changing area. He pointed to a long wooden bench and issued the command.

  "Face down on it slut, grip the end with your hands and be quick about it."

  The young woman hurried to comply, straddling the low and narrow bench close to the end with one leg on either side. Her hands gripped over the end and she lay face down with her breasts pressing down on the wooden slats, her arse presented high and buttocks stretched wide. The girl laid there, like a rider on a motorcycle her public mound pressing down on the hard surface.