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

At last, Frank decided that his suffering victim had endured enough of that kind of discipline. As she lay
crying hard across his lap, he finished removing her black panties and tossed them on the floor. His hand
slipped between her legs, discerning the heavy dew that was covering her cuntal pubic hair. The lips of
her warm teenage pussy felt deliciously soft and juicy, and he slipped a probing finger gently into the wet
interior.
"You know what you have to do, don't you?" he asked quietly.
"Yes. Yes, sir!" Erica managed to reply, trying to get her tears under control.
"Kneel in front of me and take it out of my pants yourself!" Frank instructed.
Wiping the tears from her hotly flushed face with the sleeve of her white blouse, Erica meekly slid into a
kneeling position between Frank's legs. Her pretty face clearly mirrored the distress caused by the
spanking, but Frank could also discern an underlying look of excitement about what was to come. She
was quite breathless and her full young breasts were heaving against the front of her school jumper. Her
expressive eyes narrowed intently as she focused them on the handsome curve in the schoolmaster's
slacks.
"Go on," Frank told her. "Take it out of my pants yourself!"
Her eyes flashed upward for a moment. "You don't enjoy sex unless you're humiliating a girl, do you?"
she protested.
"You want to be humiliated, Erica!" Frank reminded her in an even tone of voice. "You want to be
degraded. If it were otherwise, you wouldn't have let yourself get caught with your Lesbian girlfriend!"
Erica did not deny the accusation. Very shame-faced, the pretty eighteen-year-old began opening up
Frank's fly. Her small fingers worked slowly but showed no hesitation. Leaning back casually in his
chair, Frank watched closely. As Erica pulled his open fly apart, his throbbing, bone-hard penis
suddenly sprang out into full view. As she caught sight of the solid seven inches of bright red masculine
meat, the comely teenager gulped noticeably and involuntarily wriggled with girlish surrender.
"Go on, Erica, you know what you have to do!" Frank told her quietly.
Erica extended her small right hand and encircled the hotly throbbing masculine muscle in a possessive
grip. Her smooth feminine hand felt exquisitely pleasant, and Frank caught his breath sharply. Licking her
lips with her small pink tongue, Erica slowly formed her pretty mouth into a wide oval. Leaning forward,
she eased her pretty mouth down over the crown of his massive blood-distended cock. The full effect of
the young girl's hot, wet mouth suddenly hit Frank like a thunderbolt, and his entire body stiffened as if
struck by a jolt of electricity.
"That's the way!" he told her in a deliberately controlled voice. "Perhaps a good meat and cream
sandwich will help minimize those Lesbian tendencies you've been displaying lately!"
Erica held the velvety smooth crown of his stiffly erect penis in her mouth and sucked lightly on it, while
at the same time her soft fingers played up and down the throbbing trunk of his elongated manhood.
Frank watched her intently.
There was no doubt that the young German girl was an expert fellatrix, and despite her protestations she
thoroughly enjoyed having a rigid piece of man-meat jammed in her oral cavity. Her salivary glands were
working overtime, bathing his pounding member with their warm fluids.
"Just take your time, baby!" he told her. "There's no point rushing things!"