My Sweet Degradation (4 page)

‘Waxing, sir,' you replied, in a voice barely more than a whisper.

‘Well, I'm starting to see what a truly naughty girl you are, and I wonder if merely making you recreate your deviant act will not nearly be enough of a punishment.'

I couldn't, could I? In that instant I pictured myself bending you over my desk and sliding my rigid prick inside that beautiful little cunt of yours, but it would surely have meant me losing my job.

I wet my lips, my cock pleading to be released, and stepped back behind the desk to retake my seat.

‘All right then, young lady, go ahead,' I ordered, concentrating on keep my voice level and authoritative. ‘Show me exactly what you were caught doing in the changing rooms by Miss Jones.'

I stared, utterly enrapt, as finally you complied, slipping out of your panties entirely and sitting down on the very front edge of the chair. I revelled in your embarrassment, your eyes glossy and on the brink of tears, cheeks ablaze with shame, as slowly you leant back.

‘Well come along, girl,' I prompted, ‘part your legs.' And you did so.

Your sweet pussy was so rudely exposed to me now, yet still I needed to see more.

‘Goodness, young lady, wider!' I chastised. ‘Hook your legs over the arms of the chair!'

And it was a remarkable sight to behold as you obeyed me completely, slowly lifting your thighs, one after the other, until the backs of your knees folded over either armrest. You slid your toned bottom even further to the very edge of the chair and your flushed, pink sex lips separated at the last moment to display a thin, silken line of moisture within.

It was no good; I could not watch such an entrancing, illicit display without enjoying a little pleasure of my own – but that would be the end of it, I tried to convince myself.

Carefully, and entirely hidden from you by my desk, I unzipped my fly and withdrew my angry, swollen cock, taking it tightly within a fist.

‘Okay, that's better,' I managed, my throat feeling tight with emotion. ‘Now, touch yourself just as you did when you were caught by Miss Jones.'

With only the briefest of hesitations you reached a hand between your spread thighs, and with two fingers you began to slowly and awkwardly touch yourself. You shut your eyes tightly, through embarrassment or pleasure I could not tell.

The sight of you stroking that perfectly smooth pussy was something unbelievably special, and I began to pump my shaft harder still. ‘Come now,' I admonished, ‘do it properly. I know
exactly
how naughty young ladies masturbate, you know, and I can assure you that one day you will thank me for this punishment.'

These words seemed to finally switch something in your mind, and you gasped and relaxed that little further back into the chair. Giving in to the moment you began to nibble pensively your lower lip, while clearly teasing yourself in just the way you liked to.

Glistening fingers slid up and down your naked slit, smearing and stretching your soft flesh in every direction before you finally allowed them to seek out that tiny fold of flesh and to play with your swollen clit directly. You circled it round and round, teased it up and down and from side to side, sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly, and I watched in awe as your tight body began to twitch and jerk with each increasingly powerful spasm that exploded from within.

Whilst surreptitiously continuing to fuck my fist from behind the cover of my desk I suddenly realised that you might actually allow yourself to orgasm in front of me, right there, on the armchair, in my office. I could easily have done so too, but, wonderful though the prospect was, I knew deep down that I could not possibly allow that to happen.

Moaning now from the back of your throat, your hips began to rise and fall with a constant pulsating rhythm, giving themselves completely to the unremitting tease of your fingers. Without any prompting from me your free hand slipped down between your thighs also and I felt my cock jerk violently as I watched you work a single finger between your pussy lips to fuck your entrance with short, rapid strokes.

The whole sordid, wonderful episode had gone far too far already. I knew that with just one word from you I would be in trouble beyond my wildest nightmares. And so, instead of calling a halt to the events accelerating out of my control, and with all rational judgement now completely lost to me, I decided there and then that if my career was to be over because of one gorgeous student who couldn't keep her hands out of her knickers, then I would have to make sure that she got
exactly
what she deserved.

‘Stop now,' I ordered through dry lips, and your eyes immediately flashed open with alarm. Your finger remained held tightly within your pussy, however, and your breasts heaved deliciously as you tried to steady your breath.

You looked up at me nervously, perhaps worried that once again you had let me down, but how could you have? The beautiful young woman masturbating before me, just because I'd told her to, was one of the loveliest things I have ever witnessed, yet I was obviously unable to share such knowledge with you.

‘Stop it now, girl,' I said again. ‘You seem to be enjoying yourself far too much,' I rebuked. ‘And do you know what? I think you're just a sex-obsessed little trollop.' You shook your head rapidly from side to side in response, finally sliding your hands away and bringing your legs together, sitting up straight in the chair. ‘I'm afraid I don't believe you. Do you know what fellatio is? Have you ever put a penis inside of your mouth? Have you ever sucked an erect cock?'

Again you looked to the floor, only this time rather than shaking your head, you nodded, tentatively and shyly.

‘Speak up, girl, for goodness sake!' I snapped, intentionally goading you.

‘Yes, sir,' you quickly muttered.

‘I thought as much. Well, as part of your punishment I think you should suck my cock too. Is that understood?'

‘Well, yes, but...'

‘Yes
what
, young lady?'

‘Yes
sir
, but...'

‘I won't tell you again, young lady. Now sit up straight,' I instructed.

Somewhat awkwardly, trying to make sure you didn't realise what I was doing, I tucked my erection away and refastened my trousers, before standing and moving back around to the front of my desk. Looking down, I smiled to myself with the knowledge that your pretty face was at just the right height.

‘All right then, my girl, if you enjoy sex so much you can show me exactly what that mouth of yours can do. It may feel strange – sucking on your headmaster's penis, I mean – but it will be a useful lesson for you to learn. Trust me, it will be an unusual experience for me too, but I am willing to make that sacrifice for the good of one of my students.'

What a deceitful bastard I was. What I was telling you to do was absolutely outrageous and I was well aware of the fact, but there you were, a beautiful young woman left entirely at my mercy. I was abusing my position badly, but it was just too damned tempting not to.

Standing right before you I unfastened the buckle of my belt and drew down the zipper so that my trousers dropped smoothly to the floor. I then slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of my underwear and pulled the elastic wide over my considerable erection, before sliding them down too.

I know it's stupid, but I couldn't help but feel a certain flush of pride as I observed you staring wide-eyed and anxious at my cock, erect and pulsing before your flushed face.

‘Suck it,' I ordered, and you glanced up at me, your eyes dark and moist. Calmer now I went on, coaxing, cajoling. ‘Look, don't be scared, my dear, I'll help you, I promise,' and gently I forked my fingers through your silky-soft hair, pulling your head closer towards me as I did so.

A sudden shiver ran the length of my spine as I felt your hot cheek accidentally press against the length of my shaft, but really
it was what that cute mouth of yours could do that I was most interested in discovering.

Gripping at your hair more tightly I drew back my hips, before directing forward once more. I watched as you opened your mouth in anticipation, yet not quite wide enough that I wasn't offered the sweet sensation of my swollen head brushing against your lips and stretching them further apart as I entered your moist warmth. I exhaled a deep, shuddering breath through my nostrils as the intense wet heat of your mouth assailed me. It was almost too wonderful to bear, and my cock twitched in response. Drawing a deep, chest-expanding breath, I forced myself to relax; after all, what kind of a disciplinarian would I have been had I allowed myself to ejaculate down your throat right there, right then?

‘All right, young lady,' I managed, my voice somewhat strained, ‘you've been very naughty, we both know that, and this is the next logical stage of your punishment. Suck my penis like you would for a boyfriend and we'll forget your outrageous behaviour of before. Yes?'

Again I had to stifle a moan as I felt your head nod in compliance, your silken tongue inadvertently teasing me as you offered a muffled, ‘Yes, sir,' in response.

Really, I amused myself with the thought, I ought to have also admonished you for talking with your mouth full, but on this occasion I decided to let it pass. ‘That's a good girl,' I encouraged instead. ‘Now... suck me.'

It was an indescribable bliss to feel your lips close around me so tightly. I watched your cheeks hollow as you used the vacuum of your mouth to suck hard against my shaft, your mouth drawing in saliva so that you might give me the slippery wet blowjob I demanded of you.

Slowly you began to bob your head up and down and I entwined my fingers still deeper into your silky hair. Once or twice you pulled back a little too far so that the airtight seal was suddenly broken, and a delicious wet slurp accompanied the only other sound in the tense atmosphere of my office – my strained breathing.

It was blissful hell trying to stifle my pleasure, and I knew I'd be unable to for very much longer, but I felt it important to maintain for as long as possible the somewhat dubious pretence that I was only making you perform oral sex on me as part of a vital lesson that needed to be learnt. Of course, the reality was entirely different and utterly selfish.

As time slipped by, and you worked with admirable diligence at your set task, you actually appeared to relax a little. In fact, you almost seemed to be using your mouth and tongue on me with the express desire to give me pleasure, and not just because I'd told you to by way of some highly dubious punishment.

Your tongue pressed tightly against the underside of my penis, applying wonderful pressure with every withdrawal and causing my shaft to glisten with your saliva. You simply felt too good and I found myself releasing guttural moans of delight with every buttock-clenching thrill that shot through my body. I couldn't hold back any longer and I began to fuck your mouth while you sucked me, thrusting my hips back and forth, pulling your face onto me, gently at first, but then harder, faster and with greater abandon. Once or twice I heard you choke a little as the tip of my cock nudged the back of your throat, but you were clearly a girl with some experience and you quickly regained your composure, continuing to allow me use your mouth for my own, immense pleasure.

Bolts like lightning shot through me with every thrust of my hips, every long, pulsating withdrawal of your wonderful lips. You certainly had a natural flair for sucking a man's cock, and were far more skilled in your abilities than any young lady of your age had a right to be. Occasionally you would lift your head away, withdrawing my glistening cock from the heavenly haven of your mouth, staring up at me with greedy eyes while licking around its head, before swallowing it again and indulging me with your indecently expert ministrations.

I could feel myself being drawn ever nearer to that inevitable moment. Pulse after spine-tingling pulse fired through me and I gasped and groaned with frustrated pleasure. I actually considered allowing myself to give in and explode within your mouth, or perhaps to withdraw at the last moment to coat your pretty flushed face with my seed. That image alone caused another massive shudder to rip through me, but no, that would have been quite wrong; because I still desperately needed to fuck that tight pussy of yours.

So gripping your head tightly I held you still. I rolled back my head and drew quick, calming breaths before looking down at you again. You stared up at me with those big, questioning eyes, perhaps wondering if at last you were a good girl, if your punishment might finally be over. But smiling at just how delicious you looked with my cock still lodged in your mouth, your moist lips stretched taut halfway along the pulsing shaft, I spoke once more.

‘Well then, young lady, I see that you know
exactly
what you're doing, which is a great disappointment to me.' Nothing could have been further from the truth, of course. ‘It just goes to prove what a debauched thing you truly are, and I'm afraid your punishment cannot possibly end just yet.'

A tiny moan vibrated against the head of my cock. Whether it was with fear of what was to come, or with pleasure from the knowledge that your punishment was not yet complete, I can only guess, but either way it didn't matter to me in the slightest. I withdrew my erection, watching as a silky thread of your saliva slipped from its tip to fall across your chin.