A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica)
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The games mistress fell into the part, acting her half of the scene with expert conviction.
"Sorry, sir," she pleaded and hung her head; she clasped her hands behind her back and dropped her shoulders forward to portray shame.
John swelled his chest out, revelling in her compliance and admission of guilt to feed his sense of command.
"You will be punished you naughty little girl."
"Yes, sir," the young games mistress muttered meekly.
He grunted his approval and unzipped his fly. John eased his long cock out and held it proudly in one hand, offering it to the little slut and delighting in her shocked reaction.
"Kneel and suck my cock."
The girl lifted her head to look up at him, her face containing a hint of pleasure but feigning fear and revulsion.
"Oh please, sir," she begged in a pathetic little voice, "your cock is far too big for me."
"Do it," he hissed venomously and grasped her hair at the top of her head. The man forced her down onto her knees and pressed the head of his cock again her lips.
"Open your mouth your little slut and take a real man's cock inside it."
He moaned triumphantly as she complied, groaning his pleasure as her soft, warm mouth covered the bulbous glans of his cock. With the grip on her hair he held her fast and force the whole length of his cock far back into her throat in one forceful lunge.
The acting was over now for the young games mistress. Her hands pressed against his thighs to try to prevent the invader forcing any farther to the back of her throat. She gagged and choked, muttering her protests and struggling to break free of his grip. Terror filled her eyes and her and tears formed in them as the thick long cock pressed hard into her wet cavern. Her little head bobbed back and forth as he thrust in an out of her mouth, a brutal battering fuelled by long held and suppressed sexual need that now was displayed in his frantic thrusting.
"This will teach you, you dirty little girl," he moaned and pounded his cock still harder into the girl's mouth.
The hard slamming of his hips rocked her head and body, her eyes bulged wide and her fists hammered at his thighs in a desperate effort to try to stop him.
All present were stunned by the ferocity and brutality of the attack on the young girl, so much so that even the headmaster made to halt him but checked his movement in favour of his own ends. The watching girls were shocked but morbidly interested, staring spellbound as their friend's mouth was defiled so very brutally. A perverse sense of pleasure came to them on seeing a sexually heated man take his pleasure by abusing a young girl. The girls all gave a little gasp as the thin man tensed and shuddered. They watched in stunned amazement as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and jetted his thick seed onto her face in excited little spurts of forceful pleasure.
The girl gagged and vomited; sucking in air and clutching at her bruised throat when the grip on her hair was finally released, she slumped back on the floor, sobbing and spitting to clear the foul tasting liquid from her mouth. Her whole body shook, racked by heaving sobs as she wailed her misery to the hard floorboards.
***
The three men sat in the garden under the patio lights in the warm evening air and a brandy in their hands as they chatted, extolling their satisfaction of the session just passed and of the arrangement they had come to with the headmaster.
"My! But was the slut a good fuck," Henry stated and belched loudly.
"That little slut's mouth was simply heaven itself," John added, gloating still at the way he had abused the young games mistress.
The headmaster listened to it all, deliberately silent as the men strengthened his case for him and he was happy to let them do so.
"When?" Henry said excitedly and licked his lips, "when can we get to grips with the little sluts again?"
The headmaster sipped his drink and sat pondering, a deliberate tension filled silence to add emphasis to his coming statement.
"You held to your part of the bargain and I held to mine, the deal was done and is over and finished."
"What?" Henry blustered, "You mean that we can't have a repeat with the girls? I thought this was to be ongoing!"
The headmaster smiled.
"Oh but it certainly could be gentlemen, a continuing supply of fresh young bodies as and when you want them."
"Could be?" Henry asked suspiciously.
The headmaster nodded and swigged at his drink.
"First though, just a little matter of getting the Board of governors to vote to increase my salary."
THE END
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