Campus Whore gets fucked by The Headmaster-Part 2

“Please, Mr. Newman I want to prove to you that you didn’t see what you think you saw.” I said as I pulled my dress up a bit more.

The Headmaster had been head of at the university for twelve years. I was pretty sure I was the sexiest, sluttiest student he’d ever had in this college! Of course, he knew I would do whatever I had to do to graduate. I had learned how to get what I wanted by becoming a campus whore this year!

“Also,” I continued, “while I’m here, could you at least check my notes?” I took out my notebook from my bag and placed it on my lap. Slowly, Mr. Newman walked over to where I was sitting and knelt down so that he could examine the notes on my lap closely.

“It looks like some of your definitions are incorrect.” He used his red pen to circle and strike through some of what was written on my paper. “Brianna, not only is your clothing and behavior disgusting, but you’re stupid, too. You are a dumb, naughty whore!”

 I grabbed his other hand and placed it on my thigh.

I then guided the headmaster’s hand to where the crotch of my panties would have been.   Of course, just as I suspected, he was too curious not to see what the inside of my pussy felt like at that moment. So without any guidance from me, he spread my pussy lips and began fingering me.

Soon enough, my notebook was on the floor next to Mr. Newman’s glasses and his belt. Both of us were now locked at the lips. He gently licked the shimmery pink lip gloss off my lips and sucked softly on my tongue. Other than the wet, gushy sound of his finger sliding in and out of my pussy, the room was silent. Then Mr. Newman stood up, pulled his pants down, and ripped off his underwear.

With me now straddled on his lap, we continued kissing. He replaced his finger back where all the wetness was coming from. “This will teach you to behave and dress properly in my school from now on.”

In those moments, I had forgotten all about my motives. I slid my hands up and down the headmaster’s backbone, and eventually, they ended up gently massaging the shaft of his cock. Immediately, he started breathing much more heavily. It was so intense that he stopped kissing me.

All of his concentration was on what was happening down below.

Mr. Newman knew what was coming, and he wanted to be ready for it. He stood up and yelled , “ON YOUR KNEES, NOW!” I obeyed, as I licked my lips and opened my mouth.

The Headmaster then squirted cum all over my face but most of it went in my mouth!

As we both got dressed, we couldn’t help but smile at each other. Mr. Newman looked refreshed and about ten years younger!

“Do you want me to wear appropriate undergarments for my next class?” I asked.

He walked over to my, stroked my cheek, fingered my hair, and then yanked on it. In my ear, he whispered, “If you don’t, I’m gonna make sure you end up screaming. I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be wishing you’d followed your headmaster’s instructions.”

As I walked back to my car, I could feel the warm wetness of my panties bunched up between my legs. My pussy wouldn’t stop dripping! I always did love a man who could make rough demands and follow through. So no wonder I was known as the Campus whore!

On my way back to the college dorm, I fantasized about the next opportunity I’d have to disobey my headmaster’s instructions…

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