This story contains sexual action and adult themes. It is not meant to be read by those who are under age 18, offended by stories like it, or close-minded. It is fiction, even if most of the characters are based on real people. Those real people are vastly different from their characters in this tale. This story was written for entertainment purposes only. This story in no way resembles real life.
For those here for the smut, you have to wait until Day 2, Afternoon, so I apologise for fleshing out the story. Feedback is appreciated.
Day 1, Morning
I had entered the premises of the reputed ‘Shining Stars All Girls Finishing School’ located at Panchgani with a tad bit excitement. I was supposed to replace the former principal of this ‘Finishing School’, who, if the rumours were true, was driven away by the outrageous stunts of the students of this school. Not being deterred by those rumours, I decided to have a look at the premises of the school before I made my way to the Principal’s office.
As I made my way to the drinking fountain, I saw a group of girls hounding a single girl, compelling her to give up her bag. One look at that young lady was enough to tell me that she was terrified and thinking why she had to be her. Assuming an air of confidence, I walked up to that gaggle and asked in a commanding voice, “What is going on here?”. The girls turned around and looked at me, wondering who this nincompoop was, who had the audacity to tell them off. Among that gaggle I could recognise a few faces. One look at them and I realised these were well known celebrities. I could identify Neha Pendse, Tejaswini Pandit, Sai Tamhankar among those faces.
Before I could wonder further, Sai stepped up to me and asked in an equally authoritative voice, “Who are you to ask us that? Do you have any idea, who we even are?”. Now a dunce would answer that question and be intimidated by their presence. But I answered their question with a perplexing, yet comical question, “You ladies have no idea who you are?”, and answered their original question, “I am the new Principal of this poor excuse of a finishing school. The ‘excellence’ of this school can be seen in the way you young ladies conduct yourselves.” I decided to end the exchange with a command, “The time for Assembly is almost close now. I want no lollygagging from any of you. So get to the Assembly Hall. Or I’ll see to it that you tarts get detention for your truancy.” Flustered by such a dressing-down, the gaggle of those bullies went towards the big building.
As the girl being hounded was making her way, I stopped her and asked her why she didn’t told those girls not to bother her, she replied, “I arrived recently in this school. I was being troubled by these Senior girls ever since then. I figured out that if I ignored them, they would give up pestering me. Turns out, I was wrong.” I soothed her down, and reassured her that she won’t face trouble from those girls anymore. When I introduced myself as the new Principal, she replied that she had grasped that from the dressing-down I had given to those girls. She introduced herself as Arya Ambekar, she explained that she had been a finalist in a popular singing contest, where her inability to win the contest prompted her parents to send her here, so that she could “make something out herself”.
As I made my way to the Principal’s Office, I found the Trustee and the Matron of the school over there. While I was in charge of running the School on a day-to-day basis, the Matron, whose name was Shruti Marathe, was responsible to run the Hostel these girls were staying in. The Trustee and the Matron informed me as to how my predecessor was forced to tender her resignation just a year in as the Principal. After giving me a short brief about my responsibilities at this School, the Trustee made his way to his car and sped off to wherever it is he lived. Before I could contemplate on the circumstances revolving around my appointment at this School, the bell rung, signalling the time for the Assembly at hand.
As I made my way to the Assembly Hall, I found that there was chaos in the Assembly Room, with different groups of girls busy in their own bubbles of existence. With a resounding clap and a loud call of ‘Attention!”, I ensured that every girl in the Hall had their eyes on me. With every girl paying attention towards me, I began my address. Keeping it brief, I explained to them that since the School was under the charge of a new Principal, things would run in a way I intended them to be, that I would tolerate no attempt to undermine my authority as a Principal. Immediately as I said that, a girl coughed loudly, leading to the girls around her laugh incessantly. Recognising some of the faces among the laughing girls, I found the gaggle I had encountered earlier. But it wasn’t the girls that drew my attention as much as the one who coughed loudly. Recognising that as an attempt to undermine my authority, I called her out. As she started moving, the gaggle of the snickering girls began following her. In a loud and clear voice I said, “I asked only one girl to come here on the dais. The rest of you can stay where you are, or you’ll find yourselves serving detention before you even say anything.” At this, the gaggle stopped, with only the brat approaching the dais. As she came close I asked her, “What is your name? Explain yourself as to why you coughed when I was addressing all of you?”. To this, she yawned and replied, “Amruta Khanvilkar. And I coughed because there was something stuck in my throat, and I couldn’t resist stifling it for the fear of it being stuck forever.” With a gleam in her eye.
If she thought that she could feign innocence at this insubordination, she was in for a surprise. I quickly told Matron Shruti, “Matron, escort this young lady to the infirmary and make sure she swallows a small dose of castor oil, it will help clear whatever it is stuck in her throat. And just a small dose, Matron, we don’t young Miss Khanvilkar here occupying the restroom for the entire day.” Infuriated by my dismissal, Amruta went with the Matron, with the entire Assembly erupting in laughter, with the exception of the gaggle, who were staring daggers at me.
Not a bad start to the first day as a Principal, I remarked to myself. After wrapping up the Assembly, I made my way to the Principal’s Office. Things went on as normal as they could be. As the sun edged towards the horizon, the bell was rung again, signalling the end of the Day. As I was busy with filing some documents, I heard a knock at my door. Calling them in, I saw Matron Shruti enter my Office, with a worried look on her face. She took a seat and said, “That was quite the start to your tenure as Principal, sir. But you shouldn’t underestimate young Miss Khanvilkar, for she is devious of mind as beautiful she looks.” I told her not to worry, for this wasn’t any run-of-the-mill Principal this School had seen.
Day 1, Night time
Part of the privileges that entailed being a Principal was that I could stay in an outhouse that was situated close to the School. As I entered with my bags and began setting up my residence, I was helped by a young woman, who was assigned as my domestic help. She told that her name was Shanti, that she had worked for the erstwhile Principal as well, so she directed me to the rooms I would use. As she was showing me the rooms, I asked her what was the basement for, to which she blushed and said I can find that out for myself later. As I began setting up the bedroom, I wondered what did the Matron meant when she warned me about Miss Khanvilkar. Busying myself with the chores at hand, I retired to my bedroom at around a hour and half to midnight.
As I switched off the lights, I heard the sound of a crash. Wondering what that sound was, I followed the direction where it came from. As I came in the corridor, I saw what that sound was. A window was broken by a stone thrown from the outside. As I came near the broken window, I saw that the stone was wrapped in a paper. Bending down and picking the stone carefully from the pieces of broken glass strewn across the floor, I unfolded the wrinkled paper and read out the message. It said, “Be aware of your limits, or you shall follow the path of the old bitch you replaced.” Annoyed a bit by this disruption, I took the paper, and asked Shanti to sweep off the mess of the strewn glass and to throw the stone out. As I made my way to the bedroom and made myself comfortable in the bed, I decided to sort this mess out before it gets out of hand.
Day 2, Morning
As I made my way through the gate of the School, I could hear faint whispers among the girls who were roaming in the campus. Apparently word of the attack on my residence had spread like wildfire, which meant that someone on the campus knew about the attack. Without any delay, I walked in the Office and called for Matron Shruti.
When she arrived in the office, I showed her that wrinkled paper. Upon reading it, she realised what the whispers in the campus were about. She asked me what action was I planning to take. I asked her to look at the paper again and see if she could recognise the handwriting. After thinking for a while, the Matron replied that she doubted one of the troublemakers. So I asked her to get all the troublesome girls to write a short paragraph containing the words found in that threat and get it to me quickly.
After half an hour, the Matron knocked and entered my Office again. She produced a sheaf of papers with the same paragraph and the name of each girl who wrote it on a paper. After going through the papers, I confirmed my suspicions that one of the troublemakers was behind the attack on my residence yesterday. I thanked the Matron and told her to send Miss Pendse to my Office.
When she arrived, I could see faint realisation on Neha’s face, as well as anticipation of what would happen in the next few minutes. Without asking her to take a seat, I began, “Miss Pendse, I hope you have realised why I called you here? It’s because of two pieces of paper”, showing her the two pages. “One I received yesterday, attached to a stone that flew through my house’s window and landed in my corridor. It contained the message that was meant to be a threat to me, to ‘know my limits’,” showing her the wrinkled paper. “The other one I asked for today, which is a paragraph containing the words that were a part of the threatening message. When I compared the handwriting and the similarities in the words on both the pages, I realised that you have at least written the threat I received yesterday.” Seeing the fear in her eyes, I continued, “I don’t care if it was you or someone else who threw that stone yesterday, but based on this evidence, I can summon your sponsor here and see to it that not only are you rusticated from the ‘Shining Stars All Girls Finishing School’, but you won’t get any employment opportunities either on the silver screen or on television. With the charms you possess, you would be forced to act in smut, that is, if you even want to act after I am done with you. Do you understand the gravity of the situation you are in?” When she squeaked a meek ‘Yes, sir’, I told her to take a seat. Then I continued, “I cannot understand why would you take a step like this, and risk everything just for a prank. If you want me to consider your situation, you have to tell me who told you to write this message and who threw that stone. Then I can consider dropping any action I might take against you.”
Scraping for a chance to escape this mess, Neha told me everything, from the discussion between her friends after my address yesterday and Amruta’s humiliation, to the plan Amruta had prepared, to the letter Amruta had dictated to Neha and to the act, where Amruta herself threw that stone at my window. She even told me about the plan hatched by Amruta, wherein my predecessor was caught on camera in a controversial position with the Trustee, due to which the Trustee couldn’t do anything against the girls, but the former Principal had to resign. While she was telling me all this, Neha was oblivious to the fact that I was recording our conversation. After hearing all I had to heard, I switched off the recorder and asked Neha whether the girls still had that incriminating evidence, to which she said that they still possessed it. Taking note of it, I instructed Neha to not mention anything we talked about and to return to her class.
Day 2, Afternoon
As I was processing all that I had heard in the confession by Neha, I had instructed Matron Shruti to summon Miss Khanvilkar, the apparent Queen Bee of this School, to my Office. This time, I was prepared to deal with this haughty brat and take her attitude down a notch.
Now before I continue, let me elaborate a bit on this brat. Basically the way this School admitted students was not by taking donations from parents and admitting unknown girls. The main criteria of getting in this School was, A. You had to be someone who was known in ‘the Industry’. It didn’t matter, whether it was the silver screen, television, theatre, etc. As long as you were known, you could enter. The other criteria was that your admission had to be ‘sponsored’ by a reputed entity in the Industry. In Amruta’s case, she had performed in many films and drama. She had been on a few TV serials as well. Add to it, her sponsor was a big shot in the Industry, with whom, few dared to mess with. But the only flaw of this sponsor was his honour. As long as his character wasn’t besmirched, he didn’t give a damn as to what his protégé did. The only reason Amruta was admitted was because she was being primed to be launched in Bollywood. The success she had so far and the support of her sponsor had given Amruta a ‘God-complex’ in this School. Another aspect of her was that she was known for her bets, as one such bet led the erstwhile Principal to her doom.
As Miss Khanvilkar arrived in my office, she had a smug look on her face, as if she knew why she was summoned to my office. Before I could say anything, she took a seat, propped her long legs on my office table. As I took a second look at her, I could see that her uniform was missing the red tie that was mandatory, the top buttons of her white shirt were undone revealing the edge of a purple, frilly brassiere. Her skirt was hitched up as she propped her legs on my table, revealing a lace panty of similar colour. She observed my eyes roving around her luscious body. She began talking, “I know why you called me here. It is for the unfortunate attack on your residence yesterday. I will tell you this, I was the one who threw that stone, but you can’t prove it. So I want you to go through your memory of the events yesterday, where you told that Matron to stuff some castor oil down my throat. This time, it was a window at your corridor, next time, if you can’t rein your ego in, it will be a window at your bedroom. And I won’t take any responsibility for any harm you suffer.”
All this time, I didn’t interrupted her as she went on gloating about what she did, oblivious to the fact that I recorded this conversation as I did with her friend. When she was done, I asked her whether she needs some water, for her throat must have been parched from all that talking. As she grabbed the glass and began drinking, I played the recording of Neha confessing everything up. Amruta almost threw up the water she was drinking, glowering at me. After Neha’s recording ended, I played the conversation I had just recorded. While her face wasn’t ash-white as I thought it would be, she was thrown off guard.
When the recording stopped, I looked at her and asked, “As you know that by now I have both you and Miss Pendse confessing to the attack on my residence yesterday on record, I hope you understand the gravity of the mess you are in. Although the evidence against you is incriminating, I don’t think it would be much useful to go with this to the Trustee”, at this, Amruta’s eyes glinted, thinking that I knew the power she had over the Trustee. I continued, “Whatever the faults of the Trustee may be, I don’t think you have any right to hold that man hostage and do whatever pleases you. However, I also know the thrill you get from betting and high stakes. So I have a proposition for you”, to which she put her legs down and leaned closer towards me. “I can bet that I can make you experience an orgasm in less time than it would take for you to make me cum.” This threw her off her guard for a second, however, the surprise in her eyes was replaced with a glint, thinking that she had me by my balls now. I continued, “The terms of this wager are, if I succeed in making you cum in less time than you would take to make me cum, you would accept the conditions that I would tell you later and hand me the evidence incriminating the Trustee. However, if you succeed, not only will I relinquish the evidence on you and Miss Pendse, but I will also accept any condition you have for me. You have 10 minutes to think about it.” With that said, I observed her as the cogs in her brain began turning. I could see her thinking about the consequences that would entail if she lost, as well as the prospect of having another person in a position of power under her control.
Within 5 minutes, she accepted the wager and starting moving towards me. I stopped her there, and summoned Matron Shruti in the Office. As she came in, I asked her if she had some means to record time, to which she sported a stopwatch (she alone knows where she got it). Amruta looked at me incredulously and asked what Matron Shruti was doing here, to which I replied that she would toss a coin to determine who goes first and she will keep time. After Amruta agreed to it, at my signal, the Matron tossed a coin in the air, to which Amruta claimed ‘tails’ . The coin landed on my table, with ‘heads’ pointing upwards. Winning the toss, I said in a patronising tone, “I’ll let you go first, Miss Khanvilkar. Do your worst.” I signalled the Matron with my eyes to start the stopwatch.
With that being said, Amruta rose from her seat, and began taking off her clothes. One by one, pieces of her clothing were falling on the floor. Starting with her tie, followed by her partially unbuttoned shirt, then her bra. At that point, she stopped for a while, basking in the glory, her bountiful bosom (I could estimate them being a 34C) standing proudly. Then she began taking her chequered skirt off, which was followed by her panty. As her panty touched the floor, the Matron said, ‘2 minutes’, to which Amruta blew a raspberry at her and proceeded to take off her shoes and socks. I realised the intent behind such a show, the brat wanted me to get hard even without her touching me, making it easier for her.
Then she sauntered from her position towards my chair. As she was doing that, I dropped the recorder in the drawer and shut it close (don’t want her to get any ideas). As she neared towards me, she knelt on the floor and began undoing the buckle of my belt. Removing my belt, she undid the fly of my pants, then the buckle and then she pulled my pants down. Then she moved towards my boxers, pulling them down with one hand, the other grasping my butt to push it upwards. As my pants and boxers fall down to my ankles, she picked my semi erect dick in her hand, and began jacking it off.
By this time, I heard the Matron say, ‘5 minutes’, as my focus was drawn back towards the brat with my dick in her hands. As she began jacking me off, I kept on looking in her eyes, which stared back at me. As much as this was a bet, this was a battle of wills. Whoever would look the other way first would lose the first skirmish. As my penetrative gaze bore down upon her, she averted her gaze and I smiled inwardly.
After that, she began showing her skills in cocksucking. Pushing her hands downwards, Amruta grabbed the base of my dick, now erect at 7 inches, with one hand, while she grabbed my balls with the other one, and she engulfed the knob with her mouth. As she continued her trifecta, I kept exchanging looks with Amruta and the Matron, who began breathing heavily, as she witnessed the blowjob Amruta was giving to me. When the Matron intoned, “12 minutes”, Amruta groaned inwardly, realising I hadn’t yet ejaculated.
With that, she shifted her hand from the base of my dick towards my ass, her index finger reaming my asshole, kept the pressure on my balls and began deep throating my dick. Damn, this girl had the cocksucking skills to impress. As I was doing my best to stand my ground, I came to the realisation that this girl won’t go easy on me. So, I decided to distract myself from the ongoing spectacle and think about something else. My thoughts went towards a dark phase in my life, when I was serving as a sexual slave to the famous Kishori Shahane (that’s a different story). As I was reminded of those memories, I remember how Mistress Shahane would take me to the edge of an orgasm, often using the same skills Amruta currently deployed and when I ejaculated ‘prematurely’, I was punished with lashes to my butt. Remembering that, I determined that I won’t give up that easily to this brat.
As I was busy going down Memory Lane, I heard the Matron say, ’29 minutes’, as Amruta was now jerking me off with her hands moving her tongue across my balls. I was surprised that I held on for so long, but as the Matron said, ’32 minutes’, I realised that I was close to cumming. So I grabbed the back of Amruta’s head by both hands and began fucking her face as I ejaculated, sending a deluge of my sperm down her throat. I kept my grasp on her head firm, grabbing her luscious tresses, until I felt my balls being drained completely and heard the brat swallow the load I delivered.
As I released the grip over her head, Amruta rose up, glared at me, then looked at the Matron, whose face was flush with the excitement over watching a ‘Student’ fellating the ‘Principal’. When Amruta asked her, “How long”, the Matron replied, “33 minutes”. I could see the surprise on Amruta’s face, as she realised that it was more than half an hour that I maintained my resolve. While she was surprised, I wore my clothes again.
Without giving her time to recover, I cleared my table of all the stuff on it, picked up the spoiled brat by her hips (who was surprised by my sudden actions) and propped her up on the table in a way, that her legs were dangling off the edge. With a malicious look in my eyes, I glanced at the Matron, and told her to reset the stopwatch and watch me go.
The reason I had ‘allowed’ Amruta to go first was because I wanted her to get excited as she was blowing me off. The flushed look on her face, her heavy breathes, all indicated that she was excited by the way I took charge at the end of the blowjob, even though she pretended to be infuriated.
As I had positioned the brat as I wanted, I grabbed a luscious breast of hers with one hand, the other one rubbing her pussy (shaven hairless), which I found to be wet. With my hands busy, I latched my mouth on her other breast, nuzzling the erect nipple between my teeth, rolling it with my tongue, all while my eyes were making contact with hers. As one of my fingers on her pussy parted her outer labia and probed into her pussy, the Matron signalled that 5 minutes had elapsed. I switched positions, with the hand on her breast moving downwards, the hand in her pussy probing her mouth (which she had opened in a gasp), giving her a taste of her own juices and my mouth on the other breast.
As I continued my own trifecta of assault on her body, I could hear her gasps getting frenzied, her moans getting louder, her hand reaching down to stimulate her clitoris. I swatted that hand off, telling her that only I get to play with this pussy now, asserting dominance. I had left hickeys on both her breasts, where I had grabbed her nipples in my mouth. As I lifted my mouth from her breast, I looked at Matron Shruti, who had divested her own clothes, with one hand grabbing her big breast (her bust looked like it could be 36DD easily), the other frigging her pussy (hers had a small landing strip, ending at her clit). When I coughed loudly, stirring her out of her trance, I asked her, “How much time has passed?” Her eyes met mine, then looked at the watch, then met my eyes again and she said ’13 minutes’ and resumed her self-stimulation.
I dove head first at Amruta’s glistening pussy, my tongue probing her inner folds, seeking that g-spot, which would take her pleasure to a different height. As I withdrew from her pussy, replacing the tongue with three fingers up her pussy, seeking her g-spot as I looked at her, gauging her reaction, as to when she would gasp, when her heaving would increase. And then, as my fingers twirled, she gasped. And as she gasped, she looked into my eyes, horror clear in them. As I probed her pussy and began touching that g-spot with my tongue, my one hand cupping her bubble butt and the other one flicking her clitoris. I decided to end the bet by lightly chewing on her clit, as my fingers again replaced my tongue, and I felt her orgasm quicker than I heard her scream. As she kept on screaming, her body kept on shuddering, with ripples going through her ass where I had grabbed it with my hand. By the time she came down, I looked at Matron Shruti, who herself had came just by watching a student and a principal go down on each other, not that she had masturbated as well. When I asked her, ‘how long’, she looked at the stopwatch and said, ’18 minutes’. I looked at Amruta’s face, starched with horror as I won over her with 15 minutes in hand. I looked at her and said, “If you think that I am done with you, you are mistaken, young lady. I still have 15 minutes and I want to see how much I can enjoy. Now that I’ve won the bet, I can do whatever I want with you for the next 15 minutes. So prepared to be overwhelmed.” With that said, I looked at the recovering Matron, told her to start the set the timer at 15 minutes and enjoy herself.
The next 15 minutes, I had ravished Amruta’s body thoroughly, except fucking her either in her pussy or her ass. I used my mouth across her body, leaving hickeys on her slim neck and nape, on the swell of her breasts, on the inside of her thighs. Every time Amruta would try to take my dick in her hand, I would swat her hand off, implying that she doesn’t deserve my dick unless I use it on her myself. By the time the 15 minutes had ended, Amruta had cummed 4 times, with the Matron herself cumming twice, just by herself. After that, I handed Miss Khanvilkar her clothes and told her to wear them and make herself look presentable.
As she had dressed up properly, looking prim and proper (as proper has she could), I began talking, “Now that the wager has been conducted, wherein I won it, you would hand in the evidence by which you are blackmailing the Trustee. You would visit my residence in the evening, where you would hand me the evidence. And since I made you cum 4 more times in the time you had managed to make me cum once, I shall put forth 4 conditions, which you will fulfill without complaining. Is that clear, Miss Khanvilkar?”, to which she meekly replied, “Yes Sir.” After that, I dismissed her, feeling the heady rush of power at subduing such a haughty brat at her own game.
Realising that I was hard from going down on Amruta and hearing the Matron cum, I moved my attention towards her, who, even though was dressed now, still showed signs of the pleasure she had enjoyed herself. Looking down at her, I said, “That was unexpected from you, Miss Marathe. As a Matron, I had expected you to exercise restrain and not to descend to the level of that spoilt brat. But there I saw you, your clothes strewn across the floor, one hand on that delicious breast of yours, another hand in that delectable pussy of yours, pleasuring yourself. Is that what you desire, Matron? Is it being pleased, what you desire, my lovely Matron Shruti?” To which, she meekly replied, “Yes, Sir.” “Yes, Master”, I corrected her, wondering where this was coming from. “As your Master, it is my duty to instill some discipline in that unruly body of yours, Miss Marathe. So remove each piece of cloth from your body, the way you did earlier, even when I hadn’t instructed you to. And come to your Master, on your knees.”
As she followed my orders, I grabbed her head, commanded her to open her mouth and pushed my erect cock in her mouth. As she was trying to give me a blowjob and not let any teeth of hers scratch my dick, I forced my cock deep in her throat and held it there for a while. As I took my cock out of her mouth, she began grasping for air. Not giving her a respite, I grabbed her from behind, my hands cupping her busty mounds and picked her up. After that, I moved her hair to one side, and kissed her open nape, leaving a hickey over there. Then, I took my seat and positioned her on my lap in such a way, that her glorious ass was pushed upwards.
I struck her left ass cheek which rippled as she cried out meekly. “Count each strike, Miss Marathe, for I will spank you 15 times on each ass cheek, as a punishment for the 15 minutes you pleasured yourself without my permission. With each strike, you will thank your Master.” Without giving her time to reply, I spanked her right ass cheek, as she counted, ‘1, Master’. By the time I was done spanking her, she was a mess of frenzied nerves and shuddering flesh as she came nearly twice. I watched her quiver with pain and pleasure, wondering whether I had gone too far, then pushed those thoughts in the back of my mind. My rock hard dick was pulsing with excitement, as I hadn’t cum yet, after that orgasm I had ‘exacted’ from Amruta.
With the spanking done, I positioned her on the table in the doggy style, with her legs dangling, her breasts bulging out from her sides and her ass pushed out. I grabbed her by the hips, lined my dick with her glistening pussy and slammed it to the hilt in one go. She yelped, as she experienced her love-tunnel being filled to the fullest, my dickhead touching her cervix. I pulled out my dick, leaving only the head in, then I pushed in again. As she kept on yelping at each stroke, I began fucking her in a steady rhythm. I altered my grip on the Matron’s body, grabbing her by her hips with both my hands, then lifting her up a bit, getting my hands under her massive breasts and cupping a breast in each hand, to finally grabbing her long hair, as if it was the mane of a filly that I rode. I didn’t realise that with each stroke in the Matron’s pussy, I was driving out the frustration over the two days I had experienced with these girls. By the time, I was close to cumming, the Matron had cummed once again. I pulled out from her sloppy cunt, flipped her on her back and rammed my dick in her once again, all while I grabbed a handful of her breast and choked her lightly with the other hand, which sent her into another small orgasm. As I wasn’t aware as to whether this beautiful woman I was fucking was on the pill or not and I wasn’t wearing any protection, I didn’t want to impregnate a woman on my first day. So I pulled out and started pumping cum on her body, starting from her stomach to all the way to her face. As I was done cumming, I watched the heaving mass of a body of the Matron, covered by my cum that was dripping from her face, getting accumulated between the deep cleavage of her massive bust.
I moved across the table, grabbed the Matron’s head by her hair, commanded her to open her mouth and stuffed it with my dick and ordered her to lick it clean. After she was done, I ordered her to scoop up the cum deposited on her body and swallow it all. By the time she was done, I was dressed back again. I told her to fix my table, get dressed and spray some room freshener (as I could smell the sex in this room, as if it was another room in a whorehouse). As she was done with what I told her to do, I told her to wrap things up here and at the Hostel and, arrive at the Outhouse, once the lectures were finished in the School. As I was leaving, I went behind her and pulled her in an embrace, grabbing her breasts, adding in another order to bring a box of condoms, to which she turned her face a bit towards me and playfully asked, “What size, Master?”, to which, I grabbed her nipples from above her dress and pulled them hard, making her jump, as I replied, “You’ve had this dick in your mouth and pussy. You can figure out what size will fit.” With that said, I latched my mouth on her neck, leaving another hickey on the Matron’s nape and made my way out of the Office.
As I came out of my office, I noticed Arya standing at the end of the corridor. When she saw me, she began squirrelling away, but came back when I called her. She told me about how she was on her way back to her class, but came rushing towards the Office as she heard the scream of Amruta, only to find her coming out of the Office, her uniform all proper, her hair tousled, and a hickey visible at her nape. She told me that as she watched the subdued brat go her own way, she then began hearing the yelps of the Matron and my grunts through the closed door, finally understanding what was going on. At this, I stiffened, wondering whether this little girl will rat me out or what. Then, in a subdued voice, she asked me whether I was this rough with every woman, to which I closed the distance between us, grabbed her chin with one hand and raised it up so that our eyes could meet and replied, “I am tender towards those who are tender. You saw my dominant side in there”, pointing to the half-closed door of my Office. “If you dare to find my tender side, I’m always available here or you can come visit me at the Outhouse.” And I kissed her lightly on her cheek, while grabbing her asscheek tenderly with the other hand, which made her blush. As I saw her blush and flash a toothy smile at me, I left her in the corridor, whistling to myself, as I mused about the way things turned out this afternoon, and thinking about how they would this evening.
The next chapter will be about the Principal’s adventures with the Matron and Amruta at the Outhouse.
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