Thread: Lessons 101 (Jack Stalker x Bloodflower)

A chilling but also terribly erotic shiver ravaged Michelle's body as soon as the headmaster began tracing the line of her spine with his tongue. That had always been one of her weak spots during sex, and especially this time with how intensely she was getting fucked. Her arms and legs were instantly covered in goosebumps as she trembled and moaned like a witch being burned at the stake. Michelle offered no resistance as Grant tossed her about however he pleased, instead putting all of her efforts into thrusting her ass back into him, especially when he stopped or slowed down momentarily. Did it make her a filthy slut if she still desperately wanted to cum after being abused and violated by her school's headmaster? Was it wrong that an increasingly large part of her was actually enjoying it? Michelle wasn't sure what the answers were, but she did know what the was about to climax, hard . Oh shit...shit...AHHHHHHHHHHHH!! As soon as Grant grabbed her hair with both hands and started to really drill into her with unbridled fervor, Michelle knew that she'd reached her limit. She got up on the tips of her shoes as her entire body stiffened up and her thighs began to quiver. Michelle's cunt started spasming erratically around Grant's shaft, squeezing and sucking it even harder than before if that was at all possible. While she lost control, her juices were squirting all over the headmaster's balls and pelvic region in pulsating bursts. Her own inner thighs were totally drenched too. Michelle was still in the middle of her climax when Grant reached his, and she felt like her mind was melting as soon as the man's hot cum began blasting into her. She couldn't believe that he was ejaculating inside of her after having defiled her, but most of all she couldn't believe that she was loving it. Michelle howled in ecstasy as the headmaster's seemingly never-ending load literally filled her to the brim until she started leaking. She wasn't able to stop cumming until he was done emptying himself inside of her, and by then she'd been reduced to a sweaty, quivering and moaning mess. Michelle's legs continued to tremble violently as she lingered in the afterglow of her orgasm. She let out a sharp cry every time Grant gave her sore pussy an additional thrust, the overload of pleasure feeling almost like torture. She was barely even able to understand what he was telling her. F-foreplay...? Michelle repeated in disbelief, not even daring to imagine what else the headmaster could possibly have in store for her. After he'd finally pulled out of her and let her go, Michelle couldn't do anything but collapse face first against the surface of the desk. Her upper body bounced up and down rhythmically from her heavy breaths as she tried to regain enough strength and composure to move. Her mascara was running down her cheeks in several black streaks, her face was covered in her own drool, hes ass and legs were splattered in her own juices and her cunt was overflowing with her headmaster's spunk. Michelle felt disgusting and strangely euphoric at the same time, she couldn't make sense of it at all. At long last, she somehow managed to pick herself up and get dressed. She had to wipe the juice and cum dripping down her legs with the tattered remains of her panties as Grant watched. Michelle didn't look him in the eyes a single time, or anywhere near him for that matter, feeling absolutely humiliated. Praying that nobody would see her, she grabbed the small bag of cocaine from the desk and rushed to the nearest bathroom to make herself as presentable as possible, hoping to avoid any unwanted questions from her chauffeur or her parents. She snorted a quick line while she was in there, needing something to take the edge off now more than ever. She took a taxi to get back to the school later that evening, making sure that nobody saw her in the way that she was dressed. As she'd been ordered to do, Michelle was wearing a pair of aquamarine Christian Louboutin pumps with the trademark red soles that she could hardly walk in, a tight black skirt that didn't even cover her entire ass and a sheer, loose silver shirt which left her breasts and upper body completely visible clearly meant to be worn with something else underneath. Michelle looked even sluttier than the actual sluts working the street corners in the city. She'd noticed the cab driver eying her during the entire drive over, it was actually a miracle that he hadn't tried to have his way with her too. Crossing her arms over her tits to hide them, Michelle walked towards the headmaster's office, being careful not to trip in her absurdly tall shoes until she finally arrived. She knocked on the door quickly, wanting to get out of the hallway before the janitor or somebody saw her, even though she knew that she was going to be in for a very long night.