Headmistress

I gave Laura’s ass a nice slap on my way out of my SWU office. I mean, how could I resist, with her bent over the desk like that? Of course, the reason she was bent over the desk was because her legs hadn’t yet recovered from me fucking her on it. But again, how could I resist?

In point of fact, I had only come to my office for that very purpose. I had been on the campus anyway, giving a lecture on women in the workforce. Now that I had stopped by the office, I was off to visit Principal Carmichael. Amber, her daughter, had been at my lecture, which had reminded me to deal with her. The best way to do that, I had decided, was through her mother. I had some **** plans in the works, but I also thought it would be fun to send her some compromising pictures. So I was off to sweet talk Christine, in order to produce those pictures. Well, we’d see how “sweet” I would be.

As I walked through campus to Christine’s office, I noticed some changes in the student body. On my first visit, I had noted that their clothes barely met the requirements of acceptable sluttiness for Segian women. That had changed, somewhat. Although many still stuck to that style of dress, many more were adopting something more suitable to my tastes, and more similar to the clothing of most of the women of the city. That is to say, ridiculously skimpy. A change I certainly approved of. Moreover, somehow the air of the girls seemed to be more… ditzy. I heard way more giggling than attempts at intellectual conversation. The whole place felt much more like a giant sorority than it had before. Again, this was exactly what I wanted.

The receptionist that sat at the desk in the lobby was the same one as the last time I had visited. Once again, her attire featured almost no cleavage! It was really quite a shame, given the size of the melons I could see hiding under her blouse. I decided I would do something about it. In a tone of Command, I said, “Take off that blouse, slut. And from now on, don’t wear anything that covers more than half of your tits. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she responded meekly, already unbuttoning her top. I copped a feel as I walked by on my way to the elevator.

I didn’t bother knocking on the door to Christine’s office. I didn’t want to give her the wrong impression about the direction of our relationship, after all; I would not be respecting her ‘boundaries’ in any way. If she minded my intrusion, her face didn’t show it. She seemed more concerned with quickly stowing the papers she had been working on into a drawer, once she had registered just who had barged into her office. Interesting.

“Professor Segeste. What can I do for you?” The effect of her professional tone was somewhat ruined by the lust I could see in her eyes. And the fear.

I pulled out the chair opposite her desk, casually sprawling into it. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, darling. And it seems that things have been changing around here. I’d like to hear your perspective on it.”

She was clearly miffed by my demeaning term of endearment, but she didn’t actually have the power in this dynamic. I could walk over her as much as I wanted, and she wouldn’t do a thing.

“Well, Professor, I would say that most of the recent changes we have been seeing at this institution have been due to your presence. I’ve heard about the lectures you’re giving. As I’ve been told, you get a bigger audience every time. The students love you, and they’re quite eager to listen to what you have to say. I would like to… thank you, for the good work you’ve been doing.” She was burning with resentment. And lust, of course. The slut.

I casually waved a hand. “Of course. Only doing my duty as a professor, and as a proud Segian. One must do whatever one can to ensure the integrity of this great nation’s future.” She shivered visibly at my veiled threat, unable to hide it. “As a matter of fact, though, I didn’t actually come here to discuss SWU. I came to discuss you.”

She was on the edge of her seat with fear. “Oh?”

“Yes. You’re such an intriguing woman, my dear. I feel that we should get to know each other better, to cultivate our relationship as colleagues, and… friends.”

Now the conversation was turning in a direction she was much more on board with. “Why, that sounds like an excellent idea, Professor,” she purred.

“There’s no need for that, Christine. Call me Leo.” She blushed at my subtle dig, as I highlighted the fact that, unlike her, I hadn’t felt the need to wait for permission to call her by her first name.

“Alright, Leo.” Christine’s sultry tone was emphasized by the way she leaned over, pressing her cleavage against her desk. Given its size, she didn’t have to lean far. “I have to say, I’m curious what ideas you had in mind for getting to know each other better.”

Christine’s whole sultry seductive routine was very much a part of her modus operandi. It was how she gained power over men; enticing them with a promise, then delivering on that promise so she could get as much as she could out of them before they got bored of her. In other words, she was a whore. This particular attempt to seduce me reeked even more of desperation, though. She was afraid of me. That was plain to see. No amount of shoving her tits in my face could change that. She knew she had no power over me, not even the power of sex. When I had first met her, maybe she could believe that I was just like most other men, easily susceptible to her charms. I had made quite the impression since then, though; on the city in general and on her specifically. She knew her efforts were hopeless. But she would keep them up anyway. It was what whores did.

It was very much to my advantage.

That night, I pulled up to the Headmistress’s Mansion in my vintage, cherry red Mercedes Gullwing. Christine stepped out of the house in an outfit that was slutty even compared to her work attire. Although it could be called a ‘dress’ in the loosest sense of the word, it was in all practical terms not far removed from being naked. In the shape of a low-cut, tight and short dress, it was made up entirely of tight lace, riddled with holes so that it didn’t cover much of anything, except for the strategic little bits of fabric over her nipples and cunt. Despite its sluttiness, it was clearly expensive and made of fine material, pairing with her expensive jewelry and stilettos, the whole thing brought together by a heavy coating of makeup.

She didn’t know what she was dressing up for. I hadn’t told her, leaving it as a surprise. It was fairly bold of her, then, to dress in something so risquée, and it said a good deal about her intentions. Of course, there weren’t many places in Segia where she would get looked at sideways for her outfit these days.

As Christine climbed into her car, the fabric of her tight dress did all sorts of interesting things to her huge ass. She was clearly aware of the fact, given how long it took her to sit down. And the way she stretched, giving me an even better view. I was sporting a hardon already, one that I would make sure she took care of before too long.

She leaned over, brushing the hard muscles of my arm with her delicate fingers. “I’m dying of anticipation to know where you’re taking me, Leo.” She rubbed her thighs together, a clear sign of arousal.

“Patience, my dear. Not long to wait now.”

It certainly wouldn’t be long with the way I was driving. I sped through the city with a reckless disregard for any sort of speed limit. What was the point of a sports car if you didn’t make full use of it? We weren’t in any danger, of course. I was as good at driving as I was at everything else. Christine seemed to find the whole thing exhilarating.

I casually placed my hand on her thigh, squeezing it. I didn’t slow down in the slightest. She shivered with lust, and I could feel the heat of passion radiating off of her as I inched my hand upward. I stopped myself just before I reached her pussy, teasing the flesh of her inner thigh with my fingers. My dancing fingers quickly detected her lack of panties, as well as her staggering wetness, without actually touching her and giving her the satisfaction she so desired. I turned my eyes off the road and toward her face as she licked her lips, her cheeks flushed.

Her arousal soon became mixed with confusion as we drove further and further into the outskirts of the city. Where could I possibly be taking her, she wondered? The road steepened, leading us up to the top of one of Segia’s foothills, where we came to my final destination; a grassy overlook of the city, sporting a fantastic view.

I produced a large picnic basket from the trunk, before offering my free hand to help her out of her seat. “A picnic,” she exclaimed, “how romantic! And what a view! I’m flattered that you’d take me to a secret gem like this.”

I suppressed a laugh. She knew as well as I did that this was a popular makeout spot for GMU students. I was sure she had been taken here a time or two herself, the whore. The only reason we were alone now was because I had had my security team clear out all the frat boys fucking sluts, many of whom were no doubt Christine’s students. The whole thing was a statement on my part. Much as I might appear the perfect gentlemen, desirous of Christine’s attention, I was really only willing to put in as much effort as a frat pledge who wanted to feel a bit romantic before he got sucked off. And she would be sucking me off here, neither of us had any doubt about that.

I laid out a fluffy picnic blanket, and we both sat down. I opened the basket, pulling out a tray, a bottle of champagne and two glasses, and a wide variety of outrageously fancy hors d'oeuvres and dishes, prepared by Audrey. I poured each of us a glass of champagne, and made a toast.

“To the future! The future of Segia, and the future of a mutually beneficial relationship between Segeste and Carmichael.”

“To the future!” We both drank, and Christine leaned into me, her tits pressing against my arm. She clearly didn’t need the wine to lower her inhibitions.

We talked as the sun set. The actual words spoken were incidental; a dance of innuendo, filled with mini power plays, a lot of words that didn’t mean much. Much as Christine prided herself as a conversationalist, I ran circles around her. And she knew it, too. She compensated by getting as close to me as possible, presenting me even more with her huge tits, intentionally shifting her garment to reveal a flash of nipple. More than a flash, eventually, when after the third such slip, she didn’t bother to fix it. Her fingers traced my muscles, running down my chest , brushing against my cock when she was feeling particularly bold. I was sporting a hardon, of course, given her dress and her antics. That certainly occupied her attention more than any words that were spoken.

Once I had eaten my fill, I got tired of dancing around each other. My raging erection demanded some more concrete attention. “Well, Christine. You’ve been wined and dined. Now stop being such a slutty tease and prove your worth. Prove you deserve my attention.”

Christine was no different from any teen slut, ready to suck and fuck after receiving the barest hint of attention from a man with a handsome face and a large cock. Of course she obeyed. She got on her knees while I stood up. My cock soon found its way out of the confines of my pants, and it flopped solidly onto Christine’s plump lips. She was overwhelmed by its size and scent, going cross-eyed staring at the pillar of flesh that was significantly larger than her face. We remained like that for several moments, before she finally regained the presence of mind to get to work. Time enough for me to take out my high-end phone and snap a picture in 4K Ultra-HD. The flash eliminated her in all her whorish detail, leaving her looking a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. Yet she didn’t let out a word of protest.

Her lips found their way around my cockhead, her skilled tongue going to work. She clearly knew what she was doing. Heh, that was no surprise. And her lips were just made for cocksucking; probably literally, given that she had likely gotten injections to make them more appealing for men in that regard. Her bright red, whorish lipstick soon stained my cock, leaving marks further and further toward the base as she wasted no time in beginning to deepthroat. My balls were not neglected either, alternately attended by her hands or her mouth, when she needed a break from getting her throat stuffed. And she was staring up at me all the while. You didn’t spend that much of your life on your knees without getting some idea of how to suck a cock.

“GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH!”

It wasn’t long before I pulled out my phone again, and started taking a video. That was the main purpose of this excursion, after all; to document the whole thing for Amber. This was great material, too. Anyone would be ashamed to have this big of a harlot for a mother. I considered starting a livestream on Picsel, Segia’s primary social media platform, but ultimately decided against it. I wasn’t quite at that stage of publicity yet with such a high-profile bitch.

Once I had gotten some good material, I decided to move on to the next act of this particular play. Pulling my cock out of Christine’s mouth, I gave her a few cockslaps for good measure, before pulling her to her feet.

“Time for the next hole, dear,” I told her casually.

Still catching her breath, she still managed to sound desperately horny as she said, “Oh, yes please!”

I shoved her over the hood of the car, and entered her from behind. Her dress didn’t provide much of an impediment. Given the clear insatiability of this slut, I immediately set the pace of a piledriver, driving her to abrupt and continuous orgasms. Her cries were loud enough to echo off the surrounding hills, and no doubt loud enough to reach the nearby Green Mountain University. I started a new video to capture it all.

“FUCK! OH GOD! LEO! FUCK ME!”

I groaned, savoring the feel of her slick pussy. It wasn’t as tight as some of the other, younger cunts I had fucked, but any cunt was tight for me. Her generic cries could use some work, though. “What are you?”

“A WHORE! A SLUT! A BITCH, A FUCKTOY!”

“Who’s fucktoy?”

“YOUR FUCKTOY, LEO!”

Nice. Very nice. “And what am I?”

“AHH! A GOD!!!” That was the hardest thing for her to say, to admit that I was so superior to her.

It was probably why the words made her cum so hard.

A/N: I went back and added a picture for Christine to the first chapter she appears in, Chapter 4 (The New Professor).