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.
It was a non-erotic sight to the headmaster, the bitch stood,
her legs parted wide and her knees bent to spread her thighs wider
still. She wiped back and forth with the towel in a grotesque
cleaning of revulsion, he decided at that moment that the bitch
would suffer for reducing his excitement.
"Enough!" he barked. "Strip now and take your
beating."
The woman undressed, her head down and uncertain of her ageing
body as her breasts and oversized belly came into view.
"Seen better days haven't you?" the headmaster stated with a
hint of
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.
It was a non-erotic sight to the headmaster, the bitch stood,
her legs parted wide and her knees bent to spread her thighs wider
still. She wiped back and forth with the towel in a grotesque
cleaning of revulsion, he decided at that moment that the bitch
would suffer for reducing his excitement.
"Enough!" he barked. "Strip now and take your
beating."
The woman undressed, her head down and uncertain of her ageing
body as her breasts and oversized belly came into view.
"Seen better days haven't you?" the headmaster stated with a
hint of
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