Jennifer Secures the Deal (Written August 2010)

Jennifer looked out of the large glass windows at the front of the reception into the bleak January afternoon. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen the sun, and with the economic climate so uncertain she'd decided not to visit the travel agents over the Christmas period like she normally did. No, she'd just have to wait a few more months and hope it was a good summer. She accidentally kicked the gym bag she kept under her desk, at least she still kept herself in shape, even if she was a bit paler than she'd ideally like. Actually she was in very good shape, 26, and with a long shock of dark brown hair that reached past her shoulder blades. She felt good, and though she would have liked a slightly bigger chest, she wasn't about to go the artificial route. Besides, she didn't have any trouble attracting men, just not the kind of men she wanted!

An Alpina BMW pulled into the car park outside, it was only a couple of months old and gleamed as if it had just been driven out of the showroom. It was completely black, not a hint of chrome anywhere, even the grill was black, and must have cost at least a hundred grand. Jennifer shifted in her seat, Mr Thomas had told her that he was expecting a couple of very important clients today and had asked her to make sure they were looked after perfectly. Jennifer prided herself on her customer service skills and was confident that she wouldn't let herself or the company down.

The two men climbed out of the car and reached into the back seat to retrieve their jackets. They locked the car and walked slowly over to the large glass doors opposite Jennifer's reception desk. The doors slid open as they approached and the two men looked vaguely relieved to be in the warm reception after their brief exposure to the weather. Despite that and even though Jennifer smiled welcomingly as the two men walked up to the desk, they did not smile back. 

"We have an appointment with Mr Thomas," said the older of the two, "for 2PM."

"Mr Griffiths and Mr Levinson?" asked Jennifer politely.

"Yes, of course," said the older man, rather curtly.

"Would you like to take a seat please, I will inform Mr Thomas that you are here."

The two men sat down without another word and Jennifer slipped into Mr Thomas's office.

"They're here," she said, pointing at the door to the reception.

"Bring them in then, don't keep them waiting!" Mr Thomas looked rather anxious.

Jennifer returned to the reception and the two stony faced businessmen. 

"Would you like to follow me please." 

The two men pulled themselves up out of the reception chairs and she led them into the office. Mr Thomas introduced himself as David and the men introduced themselves as John Levinson and Terry Griffiths. They sat down and Mr Thomas asked if they would like a drink. 

Jennifer was dispatched from the room with an order for three coffees which she quickly poured and returned with on a tray. She walked across Mr Thomas's large office, concentrating on not spilling the drinks, but couldn't help noticing that the younger of the men, Mr Levinson seemed to be more interested in her shapely legs than what Mr Thomas was saying.

Usually, Jennifer might have been flattered, he was after all quite good looking, tall and obviously worked out as he filled his suit very nicely. But there was something a little unnerving about these two men. She just couldn't quite put her finger on it. If she hadn't known which company they had come from she might have pegged them as loansharks or some sort of criminals. Still, she knew they had come from Pegasus Machinery, a thoroughly respectable company and from the way Mr Thomas was fretting over them, they were obviously either about to withdraw their business or more hopefully award a whole lot more. God knows the company could do with a whole lot more, then maybe she could book her holiday!

Jennifer walked back to the door, conscious of those eyes on her legs again and returned to her desk. Once there she flicked her computer screen on and accessed Pegasus's account. They were a good customer, but not one of the companies biggest. Of course Mr Thomas wouldn't want to lose any customer but he seemed far too on edge for it to be simply about losing a couple of grand a month. Jennifer exited the account and turned off the screen, the more she thought about it the more she thought she could smell new business, and hopefully big business!

Jennifer continued with her other duties and almost forgot about the meeting going on in the office to her left. She looked at the clock, 4:15PM, only another hour and then she was off to the gym. She wondered if the guy with the dark green vest would be there this week, she had watched him press some impressive weights a fortnight ago and had rather fancied the idea of him lifting her up and carrying her off to his bedroom, but last week he had been noticeable only by his complete absence. 

By 5:10pm almost everyone else had left the building and she was just about to turn her computer off herself when Mr Thomas appeared to her side. He looked nervous and agitated, Jennifer smiled at him, hoping that she wasn't about to receive some bad news.

"Errr, Jennifer, are you in a hurry?"

"Well, I was just on my way to the gym...."

"Please?" he looked utterly desperate.

Jennifer sighed quietly.

"They want to go for dinner....and they asked if you would come with us."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"But why?"

"I have no idea...look Jennifer I'm on the verge of a deal in there. They want to put a new contract our way that will be worth hundreds of thousands of pounds, maybe even millions....you know I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important Jennifer, and this is really, really important."

Mr Thomas emphasised the point by resting his hand on her arm.

"Jennifer if we get this contract there'll be no more job security issues, I'll be set until I retire and I'll make sure you are first in the queue for a pay-rise."

Jennifer looked at him, her face softening a little.

"Are they any more cheerful than when they came in?" she asked, smiling.

"Oh, they're not too bad, once you get to know them....."

"Okay," she said, "but I want that rise!"

"You have my word!" said her boss, looking visibly relieved.

Jennifer turned her computer off and pushed her gym bag back under the desk, it could wait until tomorrow, she reasoned.

"Thank you Jennifer, you're a star."

Jennifer grimaced to herself as Mr Thomas went back into the office to give the guys the good news. Oh well, she thought, at least she might get a nice meal out of it.

Twenty minutes later Jennifer found herself in the enormous back seat of the black BMW. The leather still smelled new and the car just dripped money. Next to her Mr Thomas was fidgeting nervously and Jennifer put her hand on his knee to calm him down, not thinking what she was doing. Mr Thomas nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt her hand on his leg.

"Are you okay?" she said. She'd never seen him so nervous in her life and she'd worked with him for nearly five years.

"Oh, oh.....yes, I'm fine," he said unconvincingly.

"Well you don't look it." 

"No really, I'll be fine."

The car pulled up outside a local Italian restaurant and the foursome disembarked from the expensive BMW and headed inside. 

After the first bottle of wine had been drained, everyone was feeling a little bit more relaxed. Well, everyone except Mr Thomas of course. He was still fidgeting madly and there was obviously something on his mind. 

As they ate the meal, Jennifer started to warm to the two men opposite her. The younger man, John was quite attractive, especially now he'd dropped the 'hard businessman' act and the older guy was friendly enough once he'd got a drink in him. The meal was delicious and she told herself she'd work it off the next day in the gym, so all in all it wasn't a bad evening, and if it got her a rise well all the better!

The drinks continued long after the meal, although Jennifer was pleased to see that Terry had switched to water after his second glass of wine, she didn't want this all to go tits-up because he got stopped for drink driving, or worse!

Finally the restaurant staff started clearing up around them, they were the only customers left in the place, and as the time drew nearer to leave Jennifer noticed that her boss's nervousness was returning with a vengeance. He went to pay the bill and Jennifer tried to keep her eyes open, she'd had more wine than any of them and she really could do with getting home to bed.

The four of them piled back into the BMW and Jennifer nodded off in the backseat, her head on Mr Thomas's shoulder. The car pulled to a halt and Jennifer woke up abruptly. She looked around and realised they were back at the office. 

"Why have we come back here?" Jennifer asked.

"The contract is on my desk," said Mr Thomas conspiratorially, "all we have do is keep them sweet until they sign it."

"What do you mean 'keep them shweet'?" slurred Jennifer slightly.

"You'll see, just remember, if we pull this off you can have whatever you want, a company car, a big rise, anything you want!"

Jennifer squinted at him.

"Seriously?"

"Yes," hissed her boss, "just do whatever they want, okay?"

"Okay!" Jennifer giggled and pushed the car door open. She wobbled slightly as she moved towards the door, the cold air doing little to counteract the alcohol in her system. As she reached the door she miscalculated the step and stumbled, John caught her as she fell and held onto her slightly longer than was strictly necessary. Jennifer liked the feel of his strong hands around her arms and she had a brief image of herself laying on her back as he held her down and fucked her.

The image lasted but a second and was soon forgotten. Mr Thomas led the three of them back into his office and Jennifer saw the contract laying open on his huge desk, a silver pen laying next to it, all ready for signing.

John and Terry sat down in the chairs opposite the desk and Mr Thomas sat in his own chair. Jennifer looked around for another chair but there weren't any so she leaned against the edge of the desk.

"That doesn't look very comfortable," said Terry, patting his knee.

Jennifer looked at Terry, then at her boss, who nodded as he bit his lip. Jennifer slowly moved towards the older man, she guessed he must have been in his late fifties, definitely twice her own age, and slid herself onto his knee, her thin, charcoal coloured skirt riding up slightly as she did so.

"That's better," said Terry as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

Jennifer wiggled as she felt his hand pressed against her stomach, she suddenly felt rather warm and reached up to undo a button on her white blouse. As she did so she glanced at Mr Thomas who licked his lips unconsciously.

The three men continued talking business, almost ignoring Jennifer. But as Jennifer sat there she felt Terry's other hand move onto her leg and slide ever so slowly across the top of her thigh. Jennifer froze, and suddenly the penny dropped, no wonder her boss was offering her everything under the sun. She looked down at the hand that was moving down inbetween her thighs and pushed her legs together, halting it's progress.

Terry didn't move his hand, he just left it there and continued the conversation and eventually Jennifer relaxed her thigh muscles and his hand edged lower. The office was warm and the wine in her system was still making her a little woozy, so she kept drifting in and out of fully realising what was going on. As she started to relax a little she felt Terry's other hand move upwards and cup her left breast and she tried to stand up. Terry held her tight and as she turned to look at John for assistance she realised he was already next to her, smiling as his cock tented his trousers. He stepped closer and placed his hand on her right thigh, pulling it towards him to give his friend access to her pussy, as her skirt rode up even more. 

The simple act of pulling her legs apart switched something in Jennifer's brain and she suddenly felt very submissive. She looked up at John as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned upper body and sighed as she felt Terry's fingers gently stroking her rapidly moistening pussy through her black lace underwear. 

John leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. "Don't be scared, no one wants to hurt you," he said quietly.

Jennifer felt herself opening her legs wider and she reached out to rub John's cock through his trousers. It felt thick and hard and she wanted to see it. Then, once again Jennifer was suddenly aware that she was about to fuck someone she'd only met a few hours before and possibly his colleague as well. What the hell was she doing. She panicked and pulled her hand away, but John grabbed it and placed it gently back on his twitching cock.

"Relax," he said.

Jennifer felt Terry's fingers pressing harder against her knickers and parting her pussy lips slightly, she sighed loudly, her physical needs starting to outweigh her reservations about the situation she now found herself in. 

"You're wet," whispered Terry, as if she wasn't aware of the ache between her legs.

Jennifer just groaned as she felt his fingers slide underneath her knickers and he began to softly rub her pussy lips. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation and when she opened them again she saw John standing right in front of her, his rock hard cock pointing straight at her face.

"Suck it," he said. 

Jennifer pulled him closer and John fed the head of his cock between her open lips. He watched intently as her lipstick smeared up it's length as he fed it into her waiting mouth, then pulled it out and wiped it on her cheek. Something about this simple act made Jennifer hornier than ever, it was as if he was demonstrating his dominance over her, letting her know that he knew where the balance of power lay and that he was more then ready to exploit it.

She moved to suck his cock back into her mouth, feeling that she could reassert herself a little by dictating the course of events, but John was too fast for her and used his fingers to pull his cock up against his stomach. 

"No! Lick my balls," he ordered.

Jennifer submissively bent her head lower and her tongue snaked out, thoroughly coating his neatly trimmed balls with a thin sheen of saliva. John wanked his shaft as she licked him and then dropped his cock and pushed it back into her mouth. Jennifer started to bob her head up and down on his shaft, but John grabbed it and held it still and started fucking her mouth. Making it clear once more that he was taking what he wanted, that her only purpose here tonight was to serve him and Terry's needs.

John pulled his cock out of the woman's mouth and tilted her head up, he leaned down and kissed her deeply, his tongue snaking into her mouth and tasting his own cock on her tongue. He'd always loved that and he smiled at Jennifer as she felt his hands move to her midriff and then felt her blouse being roughly ripped open, exposing her black lace bra. Jennifer gasped loudly as the material tore, several of the buttons falling to the floor.

Almost instantly she felt Terry's free hand move up and push underneath the cup of her bra, his rough fingers rolling her hard nipple and then squeezing it a little harder than she really liked. Jennifer groaned loudly as Terry's other hand began burrowing deeper into her now dripping cunt and she opened her legs even wider to give him greater access.

Then John fell to his knees, eager to taste her cunt. He pushed Terry's hand out of the way and roughly pulled her knickers down her legs and off, then he thrust forwards, his tongue stiff and pointed. Jennifer gasped as she felt his muscle first penetrate her and then slide up between her lips to her aching clit. He licked her for a couple of minutes, getting her hole nice and wet and then lifted her off Terry's lap and onto the desk. Once there he yanked her skirt down and threw it across the room. Jennifer moaned loudly as she lay back on the desk and watched Terry pulling his hard cock out of his trousers. She almost did a double take when she saw the huge cock he held in his hands, she had thought John quite well endowed when she had sucked him earlier, but Terry easily eclipsed his younger colleague.

John moved between the girl's legs and she wrapped her ankles behind his back pulling him towards her. Once again John wouldn't be controlled, he teased Jennifer's cunt with the tip of his cock, up and down, up and down. Jennifer mouthed the word 'please' and John smiled. He lunged forward and his cock penetrated her deeply. Jennifer let out another loud moan and as she turned her head she saw, almost forgotten, Mr Thomas standing on the other side of the desk, his cock hanging from his trousers, his hand beating it frantically.

Jennifer turned away quickly, suddenly conscious of where she was and what she was doing once more. She made to sit up but Terry was at the side of the desk now and his nine inch cock was hanging next to her face. Now she could see it close-up she was even more impressed by it's girth than it's length, it was a monster. Terry pushed it towards her mouth and she found herself struggling to take it between her lips. After a few moments Jennifer's jaw started to ache slightly, but this just emphasised to her how thick it was and how good it would feel inside her.

John had seen Terry's cock before, but it still amazed him. He watched enviously as the older man's huge cock forced it's way into Jennifer's mouth, and he was grateful that whenever these situations cropped up, he always got to go first. He slammed his cock harder into the moaning girl, his palm pressed down just above her pussy, his thumb idly rubbing her clit as he fucked her. 

As Jennifer continued to struggle to suck on the older man's cock, she started to long to feel it stretching her tight pussy. John was filling her cunt quite nicely but Terry was going to be a whole different experience. She was amazed how hard he was for an old boy and wondered if he might have popped a Viagra or something similar. She'd never seen a cock so hard and she used her hand to stroke it as she licked at the bulbous tip.

Without warning John pulled his cock out of her and the two men manoeuvred Jennifer so that she was kneeling on the carpet. Terry pulled the ripped blouse off her shoulders and expertly removed her bra to leave her naked save for her stockings and the shoe that hadn't already fallen off. John lay down in front of her and pulled her down so that she could suck his cock again, his legs spread either side of her hands and knees. Behind her Terry knelt down and pumped his cock in his fist. He edged forward and Jennifer felt the tip of his huge cock pressing at her pussy lips. She pushed backwards, eager to feel his massive cock stretching her cunt walls, but Terry pulled back and gave her arse a slap.

"Stay still," he barked, "you'll get it when I'm ready to give it to you!"

Jennifer moaned again and sucked harder on John's cock, tasting her juices on his lovely, hard shaft. 

"Fuck me," she begged, "please....I want it!" 

"I know you do," said Terry, half laughing. He steadied himself against her rear and then rammed the first three or four inches inside her. Jennifer groaned into John's groin as she felt her cunt stretch to accommodate the older man's meat. She pushed her head down further onto John's cock and bounced back, trying to force Terry's meat further inside her. Terry slapped her arse again and then spread her cheeks, admiring the tight puckered hole between them. Realising what he was doing, the thought of Terry's huge cock in her ass scared the shit out of Jennifer and she pushed back harder, desperate to bury his stalk safely inside her hot, wet cunt. 

He slapped her ass again, and then again, and once again. Each time harder than the last. Jennifer screwed her face up as she pulled her mouth away from John's cock and pounded backwards against Terry's thick column of flesh. She had never felt anything like it in her life and she couldn't get enough of it, her only complaint was that she rather wished that that magnificent cock was attached to the younger and more attractive man.

What Terry had in size, he perhaps lacked in stamina, he was after all pushing sixty and after a couple minutes he sped up, his fingers digging into to Jennifer's waist as he pounded his rock hard cock into her over and over again. Jennifer's moans became indistinct from each other and she gradually let out one continuous groan as Terry fucked her hard and fast. Then he tensed and pulled her even tighter to him, bucking wildly as he pumped his load deep into her ruined cunt.

Jennifer collapsed onto John's chest as she felt the older man easing his cock back out of her sticky hole, and then she felt John moving beneath her, sliding his cock easily into her used, hot cunt. He felt smaller after Terry, but the angle was better and the top of his shaft stimulated her clit as she rode him. 

Abruptly John pushed her backwards and caught her legs over his shoulders, he leaned through and held her arms flat to the carpet as he pummelled his cock deep into her sloppy hole. Jennifer grunted loudly each time he hammered his cock into her and then he felt her release her arms and turn her over.

John grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. He told her to put her head down and stick her ass in the air and Jennifer eagerly complied. She felt his tongue moving between her as cheeks, penetrating and lubricating her tight asshole as his fingers slipped into her cunt. She started to protest but John ignored her and once he had them lubricated nicely he inserted first one, then two into her tight hole. Jennifer closed her eyes and tried to relax as he invaded her asshole, his fingers wiggling wildly, stretching her ready for his thick cock.

Eventually Jennifer relaxed sufficiently and John positioned himself behind her and pressed the tip of his cock against her puckered hole.

"Push back against me," he said as he slid his cock between her cheeks.

Jennifer did as instructed and felt the head of his cock slowly ease it's way inside. She held her breath as the head worked it's way in and once inside, John rested for a moment to let the girl get used to the sensation. Jennifer had almost forgotten about the other two men, who looked down on her, watching as John started to fuck her in the ass.

Jennifer reached back between her legs and fingered her cunt as John's cock speared into her ass. She moved her fingers lower and rubbed her aching clit as she tried to get used to the sensation of John's thick meat pounding into her tight hole. John started to move faster, the tight ring of Jennifer's ass pushing him inexorably towards his own climax, while Mr Thomas watched on, his hand a total blur on his cock. 

Mr Thomas was shaking with lust, he'd wanted to fuck Jennifer for five long years and he never thought he would get near her perfect body, never mind watch her being serviced in his office by two well hung men. Terry pushed him forward and encouraged him onto his knees in front of the girl. Seeing a knee appear beside her head Jennifer looked up expecting to see Terry's massive cock again, instead she saw Mr Thomas's more conventionally sized cock, but wasted no time in taking it into her mouth. 

Five years of waiting was rewarded in a few short seconds as Mr Thomas erupted almost immediately, spewing ropes of cum into her mouth and throat. Jennifer swallowed every drop and licked his cock clean, she was too far gone to worry about appearances now, all she could think about was the cock pounding her ass, her aching clit and her approaching orgasm.

"Please," begged Jennifer, "please cum, I can't take much more."

After a few more thrusts she felt John pull his cock out, leaving her ass feeling suddenly empty as it closed up, before she heard him groan loudly and felt several warm splashes of cum land on her back and drip off her sides onto the carpet.

John flipped the girl over onto her back and the three men looked down at her.

"Make yourself cum," ordered John, "and then we'll sign the fucking contract."

Jennifer was already half way there and as she looked up at them standing over her, their cocks already beginning to stiffen again, the taste of Mr Thomas's cum still in her mouth, John's cum sticky on her back and Terry's cum dripping from her well used cunt, she rubbed her clit with smooth, fast strokes until she arched her back and bucked on the floor, her orgasm massively intense and leaving her completely out of breath.

She lay still on the floor for several moments, aware of movement above her. She opened on eye and saw John leaning over the desk, his half hard cock sticking out from between his legs, the pen in his hand ready to sign the contract. She closed her eyes again and rolled onto her side. She reeked of sex, her blouse was ruined, she was exhausted and she wanted to be at home in bed, but she didn't regret it for a moment. One thing she knew though, Mr Thomas owed her big time, and if he didn't deliver on his promises she would make his life an absolute living hell!

Inspection (Written January 2011)

Julia wondered what sort of place her father had sent her to. She had only been here an hour and already she was standing half naked by her bed, waiting for the Headmaster to come and inspect her uniform. He'd warned her of course, plenty of times, but she never listened. No she chose to waste her time with friends instead of concentrating on her studies and now here she was, just as he'd said she would be, nervous and uneasy about the coming year.

She glanced around the room, everything was tidy, just as she'd been told it must be. She had already been told that the Headmaster would find any excuse to punish her, and he had a fearsome reputation. So she waited, staring at the wall opposite her bed. It was a plain white wall and Julia wondered why everything was so stark in this place, it was almost like a prison. Perhaps that was the idea, to make the girls feel like prisoners and to shock some sense into them?

Julia heard a sound outside her door. Was that him? She started to tremble a little, her breathing quickened and her heart raced. Still she waited, but the sound moved on down the hallway. She thought back to the moment her father told her she was to come here, the day before her 18th birthday, he seemed strange that day, he looked at her differently, almost as if.... Julia felt her nipples hardening slightly under the expensive black lace basque she was wearing... almost as if he was lusting after her. She hadn't quite realised it at the time, but the more she thought about it, the more she was convinced that that's what it was. She was appalled by the idea, and yet, her body was reacting differently. She loved her father dearly, he was still a relatively young man, successful, rich (he had to be to afford to send her here, though she didn't know that) and good looking, indeed, not one but two of her friends had confided in her that they had fantasized about him while getting themselves off. Julia had never done that, but as she thought about her father now she felt a fluttering in her stomach and the first signs of arousal in her youthful pussy.

So lost in thought was she that Julia never heard the door handle turn and she snapped her head to the left to look when she felt the door move just a few feet away. Mrs Johnson entered the room first, she had met the girls from the bus and shown them into the college just a few hours before, and Julia had already weighed her up. She was in her late 50's and an old school disciplinarian without a doubt, her clothes marked her out as someone not to mess with, like a matriarch from a black and white movie.

She walked past Julia, looking down her nose at her as she did so, then she scanned the room for any signs of wrongdoing before settling herself in the far corner. The Headmaster followed a few paces behind. He was dressed in a smart suit that fitted his large frame impeccably. He was a big man, well over six foot and wide with it. Julie wondered if he might have played rugby at his school, he was perfectly proportioned for it. She certainly wouldn't have tried to tackle him if he had the ball. 

He couldn't help look down his nose at her... at everyone, being so tall. But with Julia barely scraping five foot three he positively towered over her, making her feel even more timid and insignificant than she usually did.

"Miss Hellings," said Mrs Johnson, rather curtly.

"Mmmm," mused the headmaster, appraising her like an animal he was considering purchasing. "Unusual name...quite attractive though, unlike some of the girls I've seen this morning."

Julia felt her cheeks redden and she looked down at the parquet floor.

"It is expected that you thank the headmaster when he compliments you," chirped Mrs Johnson.

Julia looked first at the woman in the corner and then up at the towering headmaster.

"Thank you....sir."

He showed no sign of caring whether the girl thanked him or not, but continued to study the girls apparel. 

"Do you know why you have been sent here?" He asked.

"Not really sir," muttered Julia.

A loud tut filled the room from Mrs Johnson's corner, which was followed by a very clear instruction "Speak up girl!".

"Not really sir," repeated Julia in a much louder voice.

"Hmm," said the Headmaster again. He bent down onto one knee in front of her and reached forward to straighten her black stockings. 

Julia flinched at his touch and was rewarded with a hard slap to her legs.

"Don't flinch," trilled Mrs Johnson. "The Headmaster inspects all the girls daily and any uniform infractions are dealt with swiftly. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mrs Johnson," replied Julia, the stinging in her legs quite apparent in her voice.

"You are here to learn your place girl, your father expects perfection when you return and our reputation is exemplary. Accordingly, any mistake, however small will be punished and in time you will learn how to behave yourself properly in your father's company."

Julia looked down at the 'clothes' she was wearing and wondered why on earth her father would want her to learn to dress like this, and then she remembered that look he'd given her just before she left. 

"No," she thought to herself, "No, that can't be...he wouldn't, surely."

The Headmaster looked up at her puzzled face and smiled warmly.

"I presume your mother is no longer with your father?"

"No, she.... died several years ago."

The headmaster nodded, "It's often the case. In fact most of the girls who come here are from a similar background to you, rich fathers who are alone or in dead, loveless marriages. A lot of the fathers see their wives in the daughters and want to recapture what they once had..."

Julia shivered, again she was appalled that her father could want her but at the same time she felt her pussy moisten and her nipples harden still further. 

"Turn around," ordered the headmaster. 

Julia complied immediately, her head swimming as a thousand thoughts ran through her head at once. She completely forgot that the headmaster was inspecting her. He reached out and slid his fingers up the inside of her leg, Julia let out a small moan and then stopped herself. What the hell was wrong with her.

"Mrs Johnson," said the headmaster sharply, "if you would please observe this clothing infraction."

Mrs Johnson moved swiftly from her place in the corner, delighted to hear that the headmaster had found something worthy of punishment with this, one of the prettiest girls in the new group.

She leaned forward and the headmaster pointed to where Julia had mismatched the catches on the basque, leaving the top and bottom one's unfastened.

"Oh dear," said Mrs Johnson, almost unable to hide her glee at the girl's misfortune. "That is very unfortunate."

Julia looked around to see what the problem was and was rewarded with another slap across her legs.

"Keep facing forwards girl!" Barked the headmaster.

Julia obeyed, and then felt the headmaster unfastening and refastening her basque until it was perfectly done up. He stayed there a while, even when he had finished, breathing in her scent and taking in the gorgeous sight of her barely covered backside. His cock was already hard just thinking about what he was going to do to this girl over the coming year. Mr Hellings was very specific about what he expected for his money, he wanted her to come back to him as an obedient cock-hungry slut and he had every intention of training her to be exactly that.

Finally he stood up.

"I'm afraid, Miss Hellings, that I will have to punish you now."

Julia turned her head around again and started to protest. 

"Silence!" Cried Mrs Johnson. "You never talk back to the headmaster, you will learn soon enough that dissent only brings more punishment!"

Julia closed her mouth and waited silently, trembling slightly as she waited for him to make his move.

"You will find that your attention to detail will improve significantly as you progress through the course," began the Headmaster. "The punishments I administer are only intended to focus the mind and to make you more... compliant. I would give you one piece of advice today Miss Hellings, it is the same piece of advice I give to all the girls who come here, and those who heed my advice generally tend to enjoy their stay here rather more than those who try to fight it."

He paused to look over at Mrs Johnson who was already back in her corner, her hand beneath her smart jacket, gently pulling at her left nipple through her blouse. He smiled at her, fully aware of how wet her pussy already was. She loved this, nothing got her going like watching him discipline the girls. She loved being spanked herself, but watching him abuse a fresh, innocent girl like Julia drove her insane with lust, and she'd already seen him spank three girls this morning.

"My advice to you, Miss Hellings, is that you listen to what I say and follow my instructions, to the letter, and without question. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," said Julia softly, then remembering Mrs Johnson's previous instruction to speak up, she repeated her response in a louder tone.

"You see Mrs Johnson, she's learning already," said the headmaster winking at her as she looked down longingly at the bulge that was quite apparent in his trousers. 

"Oh don't worry," thought the headmaster. "You'll be getting it later, in every hole until I'm done with you, you horny little slut.".

The headmaster had been fucking Mrs Johnson for years, almost since the day he arrived at the college in fact. She was a few years older than him, a bit plump and admittedly not the best looking woman he'd ever laid eyes on, but by Christ she was a dirty whore. At first he'd been almost shocked by her eagerness and willingness to be used however he wanted her, but now he had grown to expect her compliance, just as he expected the girls to learn their place. He thought nothing of bending her over and forcing his cock into her asshole at any time of the day or night, knowing full well that she would not only comply with his wishes but beg him to fuck her harder and deeper while he was doing it.

The headmaster looked at her for a few moments more, before turning his attention back to Julia. He pressed his hand against her back and pushed her forward until her face was resting on the bed, her small, black lace knickers stretching over her gorgeous tight ass-cheeks. He was going to enjoy this.

He bent down again and pushed his face close to her ass, he could smell her pussy already, and he wondered if the thought of her father's attentions was responsible or maybe she liked the thought of being punished? Or maybe it was a bit of both? 

He made a big show of straightening her stockings once more, as if that was what he'd really bent down for and then stood up once more. Being left handed he stepped to the right of Julia allowing Mrs Johnson a perfect view of Julia's upturned backside. He smiled at her one more time and then placed his large hand on the girl's rump. 

Julia tensed as she felt the headmasters warm hand touch her skin, now she knew she was about to be punished. She closed her eyes and waited for him to begin, she couldn't remember the last time she had been spanked, it must have been over ten years ago. She waited, and waited and then just as she was about to open her eyes again she heard the headmaster say "You will count the strokes Miss Hellings, and be grateful that on this occasion I am only using my hand, in future you may find I am not so lenient." 

Julia heard herself reply, "Yes Sir, thank you Sir." and then she felt the hand leave her backside.

A few seconds later she heard the sound of the slap echo around the small bedroom almost before she even felt it. She couldn't help but cry out as the stinging built in intensity and she felt tears come to her eyes.

The headmaster waited, but there was no getting away from the fact that Julia had forgotten to count.

"Did you forget something Miss Hellings?"

Julia suddenly remembered the instruction to count and blurted out a tearful 'One', but unfortunately the headmaster was not in a charitable mood. 

"Don't make me ask you again girl... we will begin again. And one other thing Miss Hellings, it would be to your benefit not to cry out as that will only increase the number of strokes I give you."

Julia acknowledged his words with a clear "Yes Sir." and then the headmaster brought his hand down once more, eliciting a wince from the girl followed shortly by a slightly hissed 'One'.

"That's better," said the headmaster as he lifted his hand away to lay another stroke across the girls trembling cheeks. 

"Two."

"Very good, I can see you're getting the hang of this."

Again his hand came down, and with each blow Julia's beautiful ass turned a darker shade of pink. Julia continued to count perfectly, even though the stinging was considerable, but then after about the eighth stroke she felt a subtle change come over her. She was no longer tense with fear, she was anticipating each blow, wanting it almost, and her pussy was definitely coming alive. The headmaster laid two more blows on her ass and she whimpered slightly as he allowed his fingers to trail down between her legs after the second one.

Mrs Johnson watched intently, desperate to see him pull out his sizeable cock and spear the girl in front of her. She moved her hand down between her legs and began to rub her own pussy through the material of her skirt. 

"Would you like me to stop now Miss Hellings?" Asked the headmaster.

"Y, yes.." came the slightly unconvincing reply.

"Are you sure, you don't sound very sure," pressed the headmaster.

"No..." confessed Julia.

The headmaster softly rubbed her pussy lips through the tightly stretched material of her knickers as he admired the pink sheen he had given her backside. 

"Have you ever been spanked before Miss Hellings?" Asked the headmaster.

"Not for a long time," replied Julia.

"It's not all bad is it?"

"No Sir," confessed the girl sheepishly. 

The headmaster hooked his fingers into the girl's panties and gently pulled them to one side to expose her ass and her desperate pussy. He then placed his palms on her burning ass cheeks and pulled them apart to reveal her tight rosebud. Julia felt his breath on her asshole and let out a loud moan. She felt completely at his mercy and longed for his fingers to enter her pussy and bring her some relief. Instead she felt his tongue flick against her ass, causing her to pull away sharply. This of course was exactly what the headmaster had hoped would happen, giving him an excuse to punish the girl further and leave her horny and desperate to cum.

He didn't want to waste any more time on her today. He simply stood up and laid another five slaps on Julia's stinging backside, causing her to groan loudly between each slap as she counted them and then walked out of the door, closely followed by Mrs Johnson. 

Left alone Julia didn't know what to do, she desperately wanted to reach between her legs and frig herself until she came, but she was scared in case the headmaster or Mrs Johnson came back in and caught her. So she just stayed there, bent over the bed, frustrated and horny, exactly as the headmaster had intended.

Outside in the hallway the headmaster walked past the next three rooms until he came to an empty bedroom at the end of the hallway, he knew they would not be disturbed in here and no one would hear them either. He stopped outside the door and motioned for Mrs Johnson to enter. She almost ran into the room and he followed almost as eagerly. 

Once he had secured the door he moved towards her and pushed her down onto her knees, Mrs Johnson's fingers worked at his groin, undoing his trousers and freeing his large, thick cock. She pushed her head down on it, taking as much as she could into her mouth without choking. Her left hand moved down between her legs and hotched her skirt up around her waist, allowing her to rub her clit through her sodden knickers.

As she sucked on the headmaster's impressive stalk, he watched her approvingly, telling her what a slut she was, and encouraging her to take more of his meat into her mouth until she was almost gagging on it.

Soon the headmaster had had enough and wrenched his cock free from her mouth, he reached down and pulled her to her feet and then pushed her onto the bed on all fours. He pushed her skirt out of the way and then pulled her soaking wet knickers to one side before slamming his prick deep into her willing cunt.

He fucked her hard and fast. He knew it wouldn't last long, the morning had been two and a half hours of foreplay for them both. He knew too that Mrs Johnson was rubbing her clit furiously and within seconds he felt her pussy contract sharply and she buried her face into the bed clothes to stifle the noise as she came hard. The sensations of her cunt squeezing and releasing his prick pushed him over the edge too and he felt himself unleashing a river of cum inside her as he pounded into her the last few times. 

When he had finished cumming, he pulled his slightly wilting cock out of her and pulled the woman up so that she could lick it clean. He held his cock just out of reach of her mouth until she looked up imploringly at him and begged him to let her clean him and then he pushed it into her mouth once more.

As he watched her submissively cleaning his sensitive cock, he imagined a time, not too far into the future when Julia Hellings would be doing exactly the same thing. He'd trained hundreds of girls since he'd arrived at the college and he instinctively knew which were the most responsive, and Julia definitely had potential written all over her.

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Literotica published my latest story yesterday you can view it and vote on it HERE

The score is 3.65 / 5.00 so far, and as always the comments are pretty split, here’s the first few…

Anonymous said: Loved It! You have the most awesome devious games!! 5 all the way!

Anonymous said: Perfect Tease and Denial Fantasy. Fantastic! Another red hot story. You tell these types so well. Hopefully there’ll be a follow-up to this.

Anonymous said: Charlie had been out of the cage the whole time. She just didn’t know it. Once again, the cage is a toy. No key necessary to remove it. He can ejaculate while wearing it. So whatever the game is, it’s his game. Oh and he didn’t keep her. Who would?

Anonymous said: What Ugly and Nonsense Story. The author did a very poor job on this pathetic story. It seems the author has some serious mental illness mixed with some cuckold issues and some cuckold issues that were transferred to this ugly story.
This story lacks of creativity nonsense shallow low context poor written and it is not even hot nor sexy story. This story is not enjoyable and it is such waste of time reading all the way throug

Mrswitch said: Nice imagination. Great story. Nice devious game. And as for the person that is who wrote this.
“The author did a very poor job on this pathetic story. It seems the author has some serious mental illness mixed with some cuckold issues and some cuckold issues that were transferred to this ugly story. This story lacks of creativity nonsense shallow low context poor written and it is not even hot nor sexy story. This story is not enjoyable and it is such waste of time reading all the way through”
why don’t you just admit you want to be a cuck and stop reading stories fantasizing about it and then lashing out at the author anonymously because you can’t handle your own fantasies?

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Mistress and I finished our Mistress Day with a meal out at our favourite local restaurant. As always the food was incredible and we came home very full and very happy. I was slightly disappointed that Mistress didn’t wear her new Victoria’s Secret ‘ass-less’ panties, but she since she already let me worship her ass yesterday morning I can’t complain too much. 

It's Our Mistress Day

Mistress Day is here…

A few years ago there was a half hearted attempt to start a Femdom ‘day’, which was the 24th of July (24/7 – geddit)… well it didn’t really take off, we observed it and then eventually missed it one year I think and then I decided that we should have a Mistress Day rather than a ‘Femdom Day’ and we would choose when to have it.

Up until now nothing out of the ordinary has really ‘happened’ on ‘Mistress Day’, it’s really an excuse for me to take Mistress out to dinner and buy her some gifts to show her how much I appreciate her being my Mistress.

We’ve slept in quite late this morning, and eventually Mistress turned over towards me and the sheet wasn’t covering her breast (which was rather nice), miraculously – given recent events – my cock was soon nice and hard and Mistress started stroking me, which felt great.

Usually Mistress won’t let me touch her pussy when she’s teasing me but this morning I licked my fingers and she opened her legs to let me touch her. I wasn’t expectinganything, but I was really happy (if a tiny bit apprehensive) when Mistress straddled me and took my cock inside her. She looked gorgeous riding my cock and it felt great, but eventually I started to lose it a bit (I still don’t have 100% sensation, so I couldn’t tell if I was getting soft or of she was just getting really wet) and Mistress climbed off me and started stroking me instead.

She straddled me, giving me a wonderful view of her amazing ass and pussy and I started getting harder again. I begged her to let me worship her ass (though I really didn’t think she would…) and she sank down onto my face two or three times to let me tongue her asshole, with me begging for more in-between each time. Needless to say my cock was rock hard again, and I would have loved for Mistress to sit on it again, but she decided against it.

But that wasn’t the end of the morning fun, as Mistress decided she would like to cum now rather than later (though I’m quite willing to go for later as well…) and I soon had my face buried between her silky smooth thighs again.  So sweet!

Mistress was nice and wet which provided plenty of lube for my finger to tease her ass. Mistress came really hard again, I love how much she’s enjoying this… it’s just a pity I can’t lick her clit and ass at the same time, that really would be heaven for both of us!

We’re certainly doing well on the orgasm front for Mistress so far this month, 5 in 9 days means we should get into double figures again this month (all being well), I hope to maximize the opportunities this week although we have three days were we are doing stuff so probably won’t get a chance… but we’ll see.

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Newer readers probably won’t know that I had an operation on my back nearly ten years ago, which is what I’m talking about when I say about nerve damage. It mostly affects my right foot, but when I get tired or run down it gets worse and I seem to lose some sensation in the rest of my leg and groin – and crucially- my cock.

It sucks, but the operation was 100% necessary as the alternative was a wheelchair. So while these episodes really suck, in reality they are a small price to pay.

Some Lovely Ass Worship!

Mistress has just enjoyed her fourth orgasm of the month, and a very hard one it was too. She’s still really getting off on me teasing her ass while I lick her gorgeous pussy, which is great, I love touching her ass – it’s very hot!

Unfortunately for me my cock is really pissing me off at the moment, it’s often hard in the mornings but not so much in the evenings, and even the cock ring is letting me down a bit at the moment. I seem to get to the edge unusually quickly as well, not like super-quick, but very quick for me… I can usually take quite a lot of teasing before edging, sometimes Mistress doesn’t even edge me at all.

To be honest, I thought I was hard earlier until Mistress started slapping my cock and then I realised it really wasn’t… (like I said the other day at the moment I really have limited ‘sensation’, I think this is largely due to tiredness which affects my damaged nerves) but Mistress did get me hard in the end, she straddled my chest and gave me a perfect view of her gorgeous asshole and that pretty much did the trick! I was almost edging before she even straddled me and that pushed me a lot closer. I had to warn Mistress and she stopped, I was so bummed that I wouldn’t get to lick her ass… so I waited a few seconds and begged Mistress to let me lick her ass.

She said yes, as long as I promised not to cum. I was pleased that Mistress went easy on my cock because I’m sure I could have edged again quite quickly if she’d wanted me to… Mistress made me beg a little more before she allowed me to tongue her asshole and I so loved doing that.

After that Mistress called a halt which was a shame, but I was still quite ‘edgey’ so it was probably for the best.

Mistress and I have the next week off and hopefully I will get lots of sleep and hopefully my nerve problems will get back to normal (ie – just no feeling in my foot, that I can cope with!).

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Literotica still haven’t posted my latest story, I don’t know what’s going on there… I submitted it last Sunday I think, it’s usually no more than four days. Oh well, hopefully it won’t be too much longer.