Thread: Lessons 101 (Jack Stalker x Bloodflower)

As the clicks of her heels carried Michelle into his office, Headmaster Grant hung back, his gaze stroking up every inch of her legs from the tip of her spikes to the hem of her short skirt. His slow deliberate movements brought him into the office behind her, after having travelled through his vacant secretary's space. The outer door had been closed and now that they were within his spacious office he closed that door as well. A resounding click echoing through the large room as he locked it, slipping the key into his pocket. He then walked around her and headed down the long room, his own footsteps echoing on the wooden floorboards as he approached the large sprawling desk at the end, the leather chair behind it framed by the bay window which opened out onto the school quad, safe behind mirrored glass which allowed him to spy on his students while they in turn would be wondering if he was really 'up there' looking down on them. Achievements and awards lined the walls and skirted the conversation pit with the small table and large monitor screen as he made his way there. Awards which were even more testament to his brilliant work with the school and the good work that students could achieve when pushed. His cock was rigid as steel and his thoughts were only of Michelle as he stopped at the desk to turn around, sitting back against the edge of it he slapped down the cane he had been carrying and slipped out of the robe he had been casually wearing over his dark grey suit, loosening his tie as he spoke. He looked her up and down, noting the subtle way she had let her skirt ride up a little more than usual, that and the hint of pink bra showing through the gap in her blouse. Right Michelle, let's get down to business shall we. Don't call me Mr Grant, you haven't earned that privilege yet. Call me Headmaster, like everyone else, you insolent young slut. I should let you know that I've already contacted your parents about an incident that you were involved with, they should be calling in to see me after school finishes in an hours time. he explained to her with a curl of a smile on his lips. When they arrive will be when they learn one of two things. The first? How their innocent and sweet little girl helped to locate an illegal cocaine stash and is being give a school award, for diligence in the ever ongoing war against drugs. The second, of course, is how their cock teasing little whore of a daughter was caught red handed with enough coke to ruin not only her school career, but the reputation of her powerful father... likely he would have no choice in the current climate but to disown you as a whore who is no longer a part of his family. he grinned now, watching her reaction. Not to mention your wanton disregard for school uniform policy, not much to compare to your drug supplying I grant you, but still... we must adhere to the rules otherwise where would we be? he asked seriously. He noticed the tears welling up in her eyes and gave her a sympathetic and understanding look. Of course having been headmaster for several years he had dealt with hundreds of students in similar circumstances of rule breaking. Her acting was quite good, but nothing he had not seen before. Come now Michelle, you must know that false tears cannot buy your way out of this situation, but fortunately, unlike the other girls, you have something which you can use. Your flesh. he smiled warmly at her as he slipped off his jacket, his shirt revealing the outline of a muscular torso, kept in shape by his weekly gym sessions here at the school itself. First lets get rid of that illegal bra you're wearing. Come along Michelle, you don't have a lot of time to sway my opinion to turn you from drug addicted slut to heroine of the hour. I've had my eye on you for a long while, I'm going to enjoy this. he growled at her suddenly, crossing the distance to where she was standing he reached out to slip a hand into her blouse, letting his fingers trace the edge of the pink bra and then slide onto her chest and up her slender throat until his fingers were clamped around it, lifting her up until she would be perched on the tips of her toes. Take off your jacket, then your blouse, hop to it you dirty little slut, time is marching on. he told her with a stern lust fuelled rumble from his throat as his other hand slid down her body, shifting her skirt up so as to ease between her thighs and stroke at her panty covered cunt with his fingers. His dextrous digits began feeling the heat of her flesh through the material, as he stroked around the edges of her cunt flaps as he stared into her eyes. His powerful hand still grasping her delicate throat as he intensified the abuse of her young flesh, two fingers rolling back and forth alternating their journey up and down the folds of her cunny as he shoved the flimsy garment aside and began to stroke at her warm exposed flesh, teasing the lips of her cunt with his fingertips as he leaned in close to her, almost touching her lips with his own.