A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica) (7 page)

The girl came, gurgling and shuddering as her orgasm ripped
through her, intensified by the tip of his nose pressing against
the puckered ring of her anus. Throughout her orgasm and for long
afterwards he licked and tasted her, dragging the flat of his
tongue, cat-like, over the tip of her throbbing clitoris at times
to send to even higher planes of sexual delight. It was oral
stimulation of the most wonderful kind; his expert tongue had
worked its magic to convince her that in future, sex without being
licked simply wouldn't be sex.

The headmaster withdrew and stood up, straightened the girl to
stand also and slipped a hand under her buttocks to cup the warmed
mound. He manoeuvred her to face the high brick wall and a little
back from it, pressing his naked cock hard again her
buttocks.

"Hands and arms outstretched and lean on the wall pressing
your palms again it," he aid excitedly, "and spread your
legs."

The girl leaned forward as instructed, her lithe body bent and
her back arched to present her buttocks high. She was stretched, up
on tiptoe and angled out to reach and press her hands against the
cold brickwork. She gasped as he entered her and pushed fully up
inside her pussy, feeding it in inch by inch until fully home. She
whimpered and panted as he fucked her, her head nodding in time
with his urgent thrusting. The girl pushed back against his lunges
to accept the whole of his great cock up inside her.

"Awww," she moaned in disappointment as he slowed and pulled
out of her pussy. Then she tensed and cried out as he gripped her
hips, pressed the head of his cock to her anus and forced brutally
up inside her.

Her back arched like a bow, the breath left her lungs in one
great shocked sigh and then she screamed as the wide girth ripped
her sphincter apart. The excruciating pain burned deeply through
her insides, a most terrible burning discomfort and raw rubbing
pain on her previously unexplored rectum. Her cries were reduced to
muffled protests as one of his great hands came around to clamp
hard across her mouth. She wailed pitifully into his smothering
palm as he rutted hard into her, slamming his hips against her on
the inward drives of his cock.

Frantically, maniacally almost, he fucked her arse hard, with
a heated sexual passion rarely found within even him. The
headmaster came, squirting his warm come deep up inside her
backside, emptying himself into her soft warm body. He grunted in
satisfaction, good sex with a young and beautiful girl but the
thrill had been defiling her most secret of places, hard and
roughly.

As he pulled out of her she dropped to her knees, her face
pressed against the brickwork and sobbing her pain and misery to
the moss-covered bricks. The girl, even in the darkness, covered
her face to try to hide her shame as he stood over her wanking
every last drop of his sperm onto her naked body below
him.

***

"A more civilised way to conduct business don't you think?" he
commented to compliment, "Worthy of such a good looking woman as
you."

The geography teacher blushed despite her forty
years.

"Thank you she replied coyly, and gave him an admiring glance
such as a love-struck teenager would give.

They sat at the back of the vast dining hall, at a table far
away from the serving women preparing for the coming lunch break.
When the now silent hall would once again become be a noisy
chatting and eating place rather than the quite emptiness that
existed during their meeting.

"Let me be direct with you, Dorothy isn't it?"

"Yes, but you can call me Dot, most friend's do."

He paused and looked deeply into her eyes, transmitting
desire, sexual need and hunger.

"I find you a most attractive woman Dot. I respect you as a
teacher, as a member of the Board of Governors and as a
woman."

She giggled shyly and then swallowed hard, her expression
became serious again as his piercing stare didn't waver or relent
for a second. She was flattered it was obvious, interested too as
the give-away little smirk portrayed. She was a teenager again,
being propositioned by the boys, playing coy but beneath it all
totally lost to his charm.

"I like the way you dress, wear your hair, I like your legs,
your..."

"Please!" she protested weakly, "You're embarrassing
me."

"Why? Because I view you in a sexual way?"

She flushed.

"Yes, a bit."

He paused again and rested his elbows on the table, leaning
closer over to her and lowered his voice. Conveying to her is
interest and desire to be close to her, his tone one of experienced
knowing.

"But it excites you also."

The woman hesitated and replied cautiously.

"A little, yes."

"My lusting for you is not offending?" he probed more
deeply.

She swallowed hard and coughed, glancing nervously around her
lest she should be overheard.

"No, it doesn't offend me...and yes, it does excite me - quite
a lot actually."

"Excellent," he stated firmly.

"Are you married? I see no ring on your finger."

Her expression dropped.

"Yes, I am married, does that make a difference?" she said in
a hopeful voice and looked up with pleading eyes.

He gave a broad smile.

"Not to me," he said easily and felt his cock beginning to
harden, "When?"

She hesitated momentarily in confusion and then said as a
hushed and secretive whisper.

"The laundry rooms at the back of the kitchens, no one goes
there after 3pm."

He smiled again and felt his cock jerk in his
pants.

"Except us eh? We have a date...at three."

***

The bitch was hooked, utterly smitten and ensnared. His
approach had been right he felt; compliment the ageing woman and
she would be putty in his hands. The headmaster was late,
deliberately so, it was twenty past three was he walked along the
corridor toward the laundry rooms. Humiliation was his aim with
her, to subject the woman to sexual and mental humiliation, that
thought made his already stiffing cock firm to full erection and to
rub pleasingly again the insides of his trousers.

"I didn't think you were coming," she gushed, the relief she
felt obvious in her nervous voice and her manner.

He closed the entrance door of the laundry rooms and locked
it, turning slowly to face her, a sardonic grin etched on his
face.

"I command," he stated forcefully, "Always, and most certainly
when sex is involved."

She stood shocked by his abrupt and direct manner but mutely
nodded her agreement.

He circled her, deliberately silent, looking her up and down,
his expression set and giving no hint as to his mood.

"Is it sex you want?" he asked and then added,
"slut."

"Unnnh," she uttered, gave an involuntary shudder and nodded
her head rapidly several times.

He chuckled.

"Like the man to be in charge do you Bitch?"

The woman gave a whimper; her voice was a throaty whisper as
she replied.

"Yes, very much so."

He pushed his chest out and moved to her front, commanding and
all-powerful, staring critically at the trembling woman.

"When were you last fucked, slut?" he said the last word as
though it was bitter in taste and had to be spat out rather than
spoken.

"Oh God," she muttered, "No one has used such words
for...well, for so long now."

He chuckled mockingly.

"In need of a cock are you?"

She hung her head and flushed red but nodded
slowly.

"My husband and I...We don't...Haven't for some long
time...well...you know..."

"Yes or no?" he shouted loudly to make the woman start in
surprise.

"Yes!" she shouted back in nervousness, anxious not to incur
the man's wrath.

The headmaster leaned close to her face, his voice low and
threatening, a mocking sneer that increased his sense of command
over the nervous woman.

"If you want my cock, you slut, then beg for it - on your
knees."

The woman hesitated for a couple of seconds and then slowly
lowered herself to kneel before him. The stupid bitch even put her
hands together as if in prayer and looked up at him with pleading
eyes and a hopeful expression on her face.

"Please," she pleaded softly, "please."

The headmaster unzipped his fly and eased his stiff cock out
of his trousers, gripped it with one hand and offered it before her
face.

"Good God!" she gasped, "I never thought...knew that one could
be so..."

"Like it?"

She swallowed hard and her eyes bulged wide in
amazement.

"Yes," she said firmly and in the most decisive tone he had
heard from her to date.

"Want it do you, bitch?" he teased and began slowly stroking
his hand back and forth to first roll the foreskin over the bulbous
head and then back to stretch the foreskin along his huge shaft and
to again expose the big head.

"Yes!"

He threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"But you haven't begged for it."

"Please, please!" she pleaded, "let me have it - give to
me."

"Where, In your pussy or up your arse?"

She looked up at him, her expression one of utter
disgust.

"Well?" he asked impatiently, "Which is it to be?"

"My...er...pussy," she said and moved her gaze down once again
to his pulsing cock.

The woman looked longing at the huge cock, marvelling at the
size as the headmaster stood before her wanking himself slowly,
displaying his cock that she needed so very badly.

"Not good enough on the begging, slut. You will have to do
much better then that. Get on all fours, like a dog, and beg some
more."

The woman didn't hesitate; she dropped forward onto her hands
and knees and began her pleading once more.

"Please let me have it, give it to me. I need it,
please."

It pleased him much to see the desperate woman grovelling, he
gyrated his hips, thrusting them out to tease her more with his
hard erection.

"Oh God," she whimpered, don't taunt me, have me."

The headmaster paused, gripping his cock harder as the
excitement pulsed through him. Her pathetic pleading, her mournful
expression and the fact that she was willing to grovel so in order
to have his cock delighted him.

"Okay," he said finally to break the electrically charged
silence. "You can have it if you agree to two things."

She looked up questioningly and then back down at his
cock.

"Firstly you have to pee for me, squat and pee."

She looked up in revulsion, hesitated, looked again at his
cock and then slowly nodded.

"Secondly you have to let me thrash your backside."

Her gaze didn't move from his cock, she paused silently for a
moment and then nodded.

"Okay," she said in a thick and excited voice.

The headmaster pushed her further still. The excitement he
felt showing both in his thick voice and the way his cock had taken
on a purple hue as the blood pumped rapidly into it.

"Only if you please me will I fuck you. Are we agreed,
slut?"

He could sense her nervousness and hesitation but her great
need was overriding all else, her dignity included.

"Agreed," she said.

"Very well then, let me see you pee."

The geography teacher Dorothy got to her feet walked over to
the grating in the floor and prepared herself. She wriggled her
skirt up around her waist, her black hold-up stockings contrasting
harshly against the pale flesh of her upper thighs. She hooked her
thumbs into the side strings of her panties and slid them down to
her ankles.

"Right off," the headmaster prompted, "take your knickers off
completely."

She kicked them side, standing with her skirt rucked up around
her waist and her thick mat of public hair nestling between her
thighs. A true blonde she certainly was not. The woman squatted, an
almost obscene position with her thighs spread wide and her
unusually long clitoris jutting out from the tops of her pussy
lips. She blushed bright red, humiliated and shamed but so in need
of sex that she would do anything to comply and to sate her gnawing
ache.

Her face contoured in a mask of pained pleasure as she grunted
and strained, squeezing her bladder to empty its contents. It began
as a trickle, growing in strength and flow to a thick stream of hot
yellow liquid. She closed her eyes so as to hide her shame as she
peed before the watching headmaster. On and on the flow went, steam
rising as her body fluid jetted out to be lost down the drain
grating below her. Finally the flow subsided and she opened her
eyes, accepted the offered towel and wiped her pussy lips
dry.