A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica) (11 page)

The little bitch was delightful, warm, pliable, willing and so
very young looking. Her soft skin, her firm orbs and her sweet
little pussy thrilled him like no other had. He pumped harder into
her as his arousal increased to lead him toward orgasm. Frantically
he lunged into her, so hard that the coffee table was inched along
the floor by his powerful thrusts. The way the little slut thrashed
her head from side to side, her red lips parted and little whimpers
escaping her lips spurred him on to batter her harder still. His
hands caressed, squeezed and kneaded at her breasts, urgently
encouraging his explosive orgasm to ward him. Never! Never had he
experienced thrill such as this, the long build up, her excitement
and her youth all combined to make it an experience to be
remembered.

The headmaster gave a low growl, tensed and then bellowed like
a water buffalo as his come jetted forcefully up inside her soft
interior. In wild excitement he pounded into the young girl's pussy
to eject his thick come into her. He pumped for a long time to
ensure that every last drop of his come was squirted up into her,
the feelings simply too good to want to end it too soon.

"You my little slut," he panted as he withdrew, "are simply
delightful and destined to stay on after the end of the sixth form
as my aid should you wish to."

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.