A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica) (12 page)

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 his 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.

The headmaster took a cane from the staff cupboard at the end
of the line of lockers; he swished it menacingly in the air several
times before the slut's face.

"Count the strokes loudly, slut, fail to do so and we start
again from the beginning."

The whole bench jolted as he lashed in and the woman screamed,
the cane cut down harshly down across the swelling rounds of her
buttocks.

"One!" she wailed in pitiful agony.

"Slut," he panted excitedly and raised the cane
again.

Swish; Thwack.

"Aaaaagh! Two."

"Louder you little whore."

The headmaster slashed in again with the cane in a brutal
assault on her soft flesh, smashing the thin cane down hard to
raise thin red welts on her pale skin.

The woman screamed loudly under each hard lash of rattan on
her soft body. Her hands gripped hard on the end of the bench and
her body jerked forward under each stinging lash to scrap her
clitoris over the grainy wooden bench.

Swish, thwack.

"Oh God, Three, four, Aaaarrrgh, five!"

The headmaster lost control; he launched a most ferocious and
sadistic attack on the wailing girl, lashing rapidly in his high
excitement to beat her backside and back with savage lashes of the
cane. He was flushed red and panting hard as he swung down time and
again. The swipes began more brutal as his climax built and her
pitiful wailing pushed his level of excitement higher
still.

The woman's cries lessened, turning more to grunts of
acceptance as she ground her aching pussy harder down onto the
bench to gain the heady sensations of the pain and pleasure
mix.

Eighteen lashes stung her little body before he tensed his
whole body and lowered the cane to his side. He stood motionless,
savouring the sensations as his thick sperm jetted out to splash
down over her reddened back and shoulders. He grunted his
satisfaction and used one hand to milk his cock of every drop of
his thick come and to add to the sense of command he felt over
her.

"Perhaps you are right," he panted, "maybe I should visit the
cottage more often."

Chapter 6

In the late evening in his private quarters the headmaster
read the agenda of the coming Board of Governors meeting; the
proposal to make his position permanent was clearly typed in and
topped the list of subjects to be voted on.

"Does that reassure you enough to let us join in tonight?"
Henry asked hopefully.

The headmaster glanced briefly at the two men, Henry as usual
was sweating profusely in hopeful anticipation and John, whilst
equally excited at the prospect of shafting a pupil, was a little
more controlled.

"It certainly helps but it hasn't yet carried the vote and
until such time..."

"But the meeting is next Wednesday," Henry protested, "surely
as we are so close to it you could have a little faith in
us."

The headmaster countered smugly, knowing that he held all the
aces.

"Then as we are so close to the meeting it won't hurt you to
exercise a little patience will it? That will help to ensure that
the vote is carried and so as to get your goodies with young
girls."

Henry sat back fuming but controlled his anger.

The headmaster clicked his fingers and looked to the
connecting door from his study.

Both of his guests gasped loudly, their full attention on her
as the tall blonde stepped into the room and posed, model-like, in
the doorway.

Her long blonde hair was bunched at the sides in little
pigtails, black mascara highlighted her eyes and blood red lipstick
coated her lips to make them stand out as a most sensual focal
point of her face. The girl wore full school uniform of a short
pleaded skirt in light grey and a starched white blouse that hugged
her figure to leave nothing at all to the imagination. Her long,
lean legs showed clearly her true height and the little white ankle
socks that she wore gave them a tanned and healthy
appearance.

The girl looked radiant and so young and fresh, she beamed her
delight at their reaction in a broad smile and looked to the
goggle-eyed men in a most teasing and sultry expression.

"My Christ," Henry uttered aloud and then dropped his tone to
one of a low lecherous growl, "What an absolute beauty."

At the signal from the headmaster the girl strode confidently
into the middle of the room, swaying her hips and came to a halt
between the seated men. She stood proudly, displaying her body and
spun around to allow her little skirt to billow out and to show her
white panties beneath. She turned as planned and took up a dutiful
position close to the side of the seated headmaster, the side of
her leg touching against the high-backed dining chair.

Henry and John sat open-mouthed staring at the girl, their
eyes roamed hungrily up and down her lithe shape, focusing on her
breasts and on the hem of her skirt. The fat Henry gave an envious
little whimper as the headmaster's hand slipped up her little skirt
from the back.

"Tell my guests what you like," the headmaster said and eased
his fingers under the elastic of her panties to stroke her taut
buttocks.

The girl began her practised speech, using all of her
sexuality and facial expressions to add emphasis to her
words.

"Cock," the young girl said in a husky tone, "I like men's
cocks, both to suck on and to fuck me."

Henry gasped and edged to the front of his seat.

She gave a little sigh as the headmaster's two middle fingers
slipped up inside her moist pussy, his thumb pressing against the
entrance of her anus. She shifted her feet apart to aid his
progress and to draw and envious groan from the watching
Henry.

"I like my pussy being licked," she said with some difficulty
as the thumb began to force the tight puckered ring of muscles
apart, "To have a man's tongue pushing up inside...Mmmmm, my
pussy.