Anything He wants

I slowly saunter over to him with my eyes fixed on his. With every step I take, I strip off more of my clothes. I kick off my mary-janes. I drop my blazer to the floor. I undo each and every button on my blouse before tossing it aside. By the time I get to Headmaster Graham, I’m clad only in my bra, panties, and knee-high stockings. He peers down at me with one brow raised, like he can hardly believe I’m real. I smile softly and reach up to grab for his tie, but he flips the script in an instant. Before I can touch it, he jerks the tie loose over his shoulder and cups my face in both hands. I can hardly breathe as he leans in close and kisses me– hard.

I moan into his mouth as he kisses me. Fireworks explode in my heart. I feel tingly and ecstatic all over, like there’s pure electricity running through my veins.

The headmaster tears off his coat. I reach to unbutton his shirt while he unclasps my bra and lets it drop. My breasts spill out, my nipples perking up in the cool air. I drop my hand to rub his bulge between us, but the headmaster grabs me by the shoulders and walks me backward.

He yanks down my panties, throws them aside, and pins me against a stately white pillar. I moan as he wrenches his leg between my thighs. I rut against him while he kisses my neck.

His lips trail down my ticklish throat to my chest.

His teeth graze my nipple while he fondles my breasts, my ass, my dripping cunny. I rock against him, loving the friction on my overstimulated clit.

“You showed up,” I breathe. “You really came.” “Now it’s your turn to come,” the headmaster growls.

He drops down to his knees and lifts one of my legs over his strong shoulder. I stare down at him in amazement as he dives in between my soft, dewy folds. I cry out with shock and pleasure as his tongue swathes over my clit.

He suckles the tight bundle of nerves until I’m trembling all over. He slides the rigid tip of his tongue up and down my flower, lapping up my honey as he works me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh my god,” I whimper. “It feels so good. Nobody’s ever touched me like this.”

“Mmm,” he agrees with his handsome face between my legs.

I have to brace myself against the pillar while he devours my pussy. My leg is shaking, I feel like I might collapse at any moment, but the headmaster holds me up.

He supports my body while he gives me the wildest pleasure I’ve ever known.

His tongue is warm and wet, and he knows exactly how to use it. He circles my clit with his tongue, then sucks the whole bud into his mouth, alternating between these two delicious sensations until I can’t hold back any longer.

“Oh! Headmaster, I’m coming!” I squeak.

My cunny gushes hot honey all over his lips. He laps it up eagerly while I twitch and moan through the waves of climax. But he’s not done with me.

Oh no.

Far from it.

While I’m still recovering from coming, he stands up and kisses me again. I can taste my own juices on his lips and it turns me on. He strokes my hair and holds me close.

His hands rove down my body. He smooths along my waist and slips around to grope my juicy ass. I rock against him, feeling his stiff cock hard on my thigh.

“You’ve been a very, very bad girl,” he snarls between kisses.

I gently bite his bottom lip and pull back to murmur, “Are you going to punish me?”

He leans in to whisper roughly in my ear, “I think you need a little discipline.”

Headmaster Graham grabs me and spins me around, pinning me against the pillar with my ass poking out. I brace my arms against the marble while he smacks my bare ass. I let out a peal of thrilled laughter and peer back at him over my shoulder, daring him to do more.

I feel him push my thighs apart. I hear his trousers unzip and then there’s the sensation of his swollen, thick cock pressing at my slicked-up pussy.

“That’s more than a little discipline,” I purr back.

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I shake my ass, rubbing against his hard cock. His length slides up and down, dragging from my pussy back to my tight ass. I whimper with impatience, pouting for more. The headmaster smacks my ass again and I shiver delightedly.

“Are you ready for me, Miss Winston?” he hisses.

I nod enthusiastically. “Yes, sir!”

The next moment, everything in my body goes wild. His hard cock pushes into my tiny, tight little virginal cunny. I cry out and grasp at the pillar, feeling sweat roll down my spine as the headmaster pushes inside of me. With every inch, I feel a twinge of pain edged with indescribable pleasure.

My cunny clenches around his massive shaft as he rocks deeper and deeper.

He rears back, almost fully pulling out, and then slams back in hard. I cry out and nearly collapse when a white-hot sting of pain shoots through me.

The headmaster catches me in his arms and holds me steady while he pushes past my virginity. I ache and tremble while he clutches me, his cock spearing deeper and deeper inside of me until finally he shoves through.

I feel a tiny trickle of blood roll down my thighs, mingling with my pleasure honey as the headmaster pounds me from behind.

“Is this what you wanted, little girl? A big, strong man to pound your pussy?” he snarls.

“Oh, god yes!” I squeak.

The headmaster reaches around to rub my clit while he fucks me hard.

With every thrust of his hips, his balls slap against my ass. His cock strikes deep inside of me, hitting a delicious spot that makes me see stars.

Every stroke gets me higher and higher. I push back into him, meeting every thrust so that my ass bounces. He slaps my ass and plays with my clit while his cock strikes my g-spot again and again.

“Ohhh, it feels so good,” I gasp.

“Come again for me, Avery. Come all over daddy’s cock,” he rumbles.

I do as I’m told. My cunny explodes slick honey, gushing down my thighs and dripping all over the fancy marble floor. The headmaster pounds into me harder and faster as he loses control.

He’s barely holding back now, just pumping his hard cock into my tight virgin cunny. I’m giddy with satisfaction, with feeling whole.

Like the dutiful good girl proving my obedience, my devotion, my promise to be his and only his.

“I’m going to make you mine,” he murmurs. “You belong with me.” “We belong together,” I whisper.

“Yes. I’m going to give you everything,” he hisses between his teeth.

I can feel his body tensing up. His muscles are growing tight. He’s exhibiting as much self-discipline as he can to keep from coming. Even though he’s bearing down on the edge, he still manages to not only keep my trembling body steady, but his fingers remain soft and rhythmic on my clit.

All of his attention, all of his focus is fully on me. The headmaster holds his own desire at arm’s length to maintain my pleasure. I feel warm all over. “Avery,” he says in a soft, rough voice.

“Sir?” I reply.

“Are you ready for me?” “Yes! Yes, sir!” I gasp.

“That’s my girl,” he grunts.

With one arm supporting me and the other between my thighs, the headmaster lets himself lose control. His thrusts grow more and more erratic.

I bounce back against him and he holds me up while he pounds me from behind.

Every push brings us both closer to the edge. We’re moaning and panting together, my cunny dripping slick juices down my legs and his. I feel the sting of his handprint on my ass and the delicious ache of a bruise on my waist.

My body is shaking and delicate now, but strong in his arms. I feel his fingers caress my clit in soft strokes while his cock strikes deep inside me. The pressure is building between my legs again. My knees buckle and my thighs shake.

“Avery,” my headmaster groans.

I feel his cock pumping inside of me as his hands both grasp my waist. The sensation of my headmaster filling my fertile virgin pussy with his seed sends me over the edge.

“Oh! Headmaster Graham!” I gasp as I come all over his cock.

He strokes my hair and holds me through our shared release. My come mingles with his and adds to the puddle on the floor beneath me. My headmaster whispers gentle words of comfort, little nonsense whispers that soothe me. He withdraws from me and I start to collapse, buckling at my knees.

But he sweeps me into his arms with one swift motion. Like I weigh nothing at all. Like his arms were built to hold me.

I smile up into his handsome face. I could get lost forever in those gray eyes, like an endless foggy morning. The faint lines at the corners of his eyes make me feel warm inside.

There’s so much affection in his gaze, and when he smiles back at me I feel like I could melt. He gently sets me down. I’m steady on my feet. He kisses me softly on the lips.

When he pulls back, he murmurs, “You can call me Dane.” “Yes, sir,” I reply instantly.

We stare at each other for a split second, then laugh. He leans in and rests his forehead against mine.

My heart flutters like a dragonfly.

In my mind, I picture the golden plaque on his door. Headmaster Dane Graham. I grin.

“I mean Dane,” I murmur.

He hands me my skirt while he puts on his clothes. He brings me my blouse and starts buttoning it up for me. I gaze up at him adoringly.

“You broke the rules for me,” I blurt out.

“I see the potential in you,” he says with a wink. “But you’re going to need ongoing discipline, if you know what I mean.” “I definitely do,” I giggle.

“And you can call me whatever you want, Avery. We have time,” he assures me.

“How much time?” I ask.

He cups my cheek. “As long as you like.” I turn to kiss his palm. “Forever?” I breathe.

Dane pulls me into a tight embrace. He kisses the top of my head. I look at him expectantly and he laughs.

“Forever,” he confirms. “Now, let’s get you and this place cleaned up before the morning shift librarian gets here.”

From that night on, the two of us are intertwined. For the last month of classes, I split my time between studying and sneaking in alone time with Dane. As it turns out, I’m actually a pretty good student. All I needed was a little one-on-one guidance.

It’s a little hard not to be obvious about our love, but we have a lot of fun sneaking around together until graduation. It’s our little secret for a while, but once I graduate, I move right in with Dane.

My father, still too busy to notice me, didn’t even attend my graduation ceremony. But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t ache like it did before.

Now, there’s a different face I look for in the crowd, and he’s always there for me.

Always smiling back, always waiting to take me into his arms and into his bed. Every day, we fall harder and farther into love. He takes care of me.

He makes me feel so safe, so complete. We’re building the most beautiful, bright life for ourselves, and he’s already given me the greatest gift.

There’s a sweet little light growing inside of me, and I can hardly wait to introduce my baby to the world.

Because now that I’ve found the love of my life, the world isn’t such a scary place anymore. I don’t need to rebel. I don’t need to act out. I have everything I’ve ever wanted and it feels so, so good.