A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica) by Jay Merson

that held for him a temptation all of its
own.
    He sighed again, a long and deep sigh as he switched his
thoughts on his progress to date. Things were going rather well,
complimented himself, better than at any other school he had run.
The sluts here were ripe, the ripest yet and here in quantity too.
The lower forms, next year's sixth formers too were blossoming
nicely, one or two of the younger sluts were already beginning to
flaunt and tease for him. Three teachers gained and several pupils,
he had also gained another two votes on the board of governors and
with that, his permanent position would be a certain.
    The headmaster sat back, lounging lazily in his deeply
upholstered swivel chair, self-satisfied and content with the way
things were going. The vote was yet to be taken, the board meeting
not for another two weeks and he had a dilemma, perhaps he had made
that move a little too soon. Both Henry and John were hooked and
committed, yes he had photographic evidence but it would be folly
to use it unless he had no alternative. They had tasted the
delights of the young teacher’s body and it all depended now on the
promise of them having sex with the pupils too. He could feed them
one or two to keep them on the boil until the board meeting but
then again they might just have a change of heart thereafter. He
slipped into a deep thought train, trying to decide on the best
course of action to take with them.
     

 
    ***
     
    The headmaster's private room was attached to his study and
accessed by a single door between the oak bookcases that lined the
wall. It was in his private lounge that he sat now, on the long
settee, a cool drink placed on the long coffee table before him and
a smug grin on his face. He checked his watch, readjusted his
semi-erect cock and rested back. The next ten minutes could be used
to fantasise and imagine, to feed the thrilling sensations
beginning in his cock, visual images of the little brunette bound
and sobbing, crying out as he forced his cock up her tight little
arse.
    He pondered and mused, awaiting the slut's arrival, his level
of sexual excitement growing by the moment.
    "Come through," he called loudly in response to the girl's
knocking.
    The teasing little slut, when she appeared in the doorway, had
gone to great pains to look her best for the interview - and had
succeeded. In full school uniform still the little bitch looked
lovelier than he had ever seem her, pleasingly lovelier. Her hair
was tied at the sides in pleasing little pigtails and her face made
up to highlight her full brown eyes and her succulent red lips. She
had the most appealing look of a very young girl, an innocent and
sexually unaware little slut just finding her sexuality. Her blouse
was opened three buttons down at the neck to show the pale firm
skin of her upper chest and pulled tightly around and under her
thrusting bust. Her usually short pleated skirt had been altered
and raised even more, the hem now finishing indecently high up her
thighs, barely concealing the beginnings of the swell of her lower
buttocks. And at the front the skirt stopped just short of her
crotch, displaying her slender thighs and at the top the gap where
they tapered out to form her groin area.
    The girl walked in and posed with her weight resting on one
leg, she beamed her delight at his reaction and remained there
bathing in his hungry leering looks. The little bitch licked
sensually at her red lips, passing her tongue back and forth in a
most erotic display of sexual teasing. She was flaunting, offering
and well aware of his interest in her.
    From his lower position on the settee he could just see under
the front of her little skirt and make out the lower part of her
pure white panties as the stretched across the firm mound of her
pussy. The headmaster gave a low groan and felt his cock jerk up to
full erection, a pulsing hard erection that throbbed its great need
for the little slut. This one knew the score all right, he thought.
He