CLP-188 The Headmaster by William St. Cyr Foreword ... - OpenDrive

lack stockings and spike-heeled sandals. Although she tried to hold her legs tightly together, there was
no way that she could avoid wantonly displaying her brightly glistening pink pussy. Despite, or perhaps
because of, the ordeals that she had just endured, there was a heady feminine aroma of underlying sexual
arousal in the air. Her face hot from shame, she could not refrain from staring at Frank's rigidly erect,
blood-inflated prick and the two heavy sacs dangling beneath it.
"Oh, please, this is terrible!" Betty pleaded, tears trickling down her cheeks. "I'm completely helpless!
Please, you can't do this to me! You just can't!"
"Nonsense!" Frank replied. "You know you like your sex rough! That's why you're here!"
Clasping the spike heels of her pretty sandals in his hands, he began pulling her ankles apart to expose
her all the more. Betty did not attempt to resist but turned her head aside with revulsion as she realized
only too well how lewdly she was exposed. She wanted to kick at him, but felt weak and afraid. Frank's
eyes began at her narrow ankles and slowly moved up her fully curved calves rippling beneath her sheer
nylons, past her delicately rounded knees to her quivering, beautifully tapering smooth thighs. The two
wide bands, one slightly lighter than the other, at the top of her stockings emphasized the marble
whiteness of the flesh above them. His lustful gaze traveled up her silken inner thighs to her coral feminine
treasure, a dripping oasis in a forest of jet-black hair.
"Oh, please!" Betty pleaded, her voice sounding very low and faraway. "Please, I'm so helpless and
ashamed. First, you spank me and humiliate me in front of all those awful girls! And now you tie me up
and abuse me!"
"Maybe if you had something real big in your mouth, you couldn't talk so much!" Frank told her in a
somewhat-irate voice.
Frank wanted his mouth to travel that same route his eyes had just taken, and stretched out on the bed
at her feet. Leisurely, he kissed the bow of each pretty sandal and then the cobwebby nylon just above
it. He then began kissing her nylon-clad, fully curvaceous calves, gradually working his way upward. At
the same time his hands gently caressed her shapely legs from toe to thigh, massaging and enjoying every
lush curve.
"Oh, how can you treat me this way?" Betty whimpered, her voice filled with self-pity.
"You have beautiful legs, honey!" he told her, ignoring her protests.
Moving upward, Frank kissed each delicately rounded knee, letting his lips linger against the tightly
stretched nylon. His hands roamed high up her shimmering thighs, his fingers digging into the warm
quivering flesh. Pushing her legs further apart, he began moving his face up from her knees along her
inner thighs, thoroughly enjoying the feel of cobwebby nylon against his face.
"How can you torment me like this?" Betty protested, squirming and writhing against the bonds that held
her in place. Her voice mingled despair with sexual arousal.
"You love it! You know you do!" Frank told her, his lips reaching the heavier bands of her sheer black
stockings.
The pretty young secretary watched helplessly as her masculine assailant began kissing the incredibly
smooth flesh of her inner thigh just above the tops of her tightly drawn stockings. Goose bumps formed
on her legs and her entire body stiffened with erotic pleasure. Without being forced to do so, she was
holding her beautiful legs wide open for him.