The ding of the intercom sounded, then the headmaster’s voice rang out cheerily from his perch on the edge of his desk. “Ladies, gentlemen and students, I’d like to take this time to wish Mr. Sharp a very happy birthday!” He paused to allow the staff and students a moment to applaud. “I’d like to invite the faculty to my office at lunch for cake. Have a wonderful day, all!”
I glanced at the clock and my heart started to race in anticipation as he put down the receiver and ran a hand over my prone buttocks. Only five minutes to go. “Are you ready, Miss Dawson?” He snuck a hand between me and the desk to steal a grab of my breast.
“I am, Mr. Kenwick.” I breathed.
“I could take you right now,” Mr. Kenwick said, hopping off his desk. “But I must save the unwrapping for the birthday boy! Can I get you anything before we begin? Are you comfortable?”
I wriggled around a bit in my position, bent across his desk, stomach down, with my hands tied together in front of me so I could prop myself up on my elbows, and my legs splayed and tied to the legs of the desk. “No, Mr. Kenwick. I feel fine.”
I heard voices in the outer office. A few of the teachers had started to file in with Mr. Sharp, to whom they were wishing a happy birthday. Mr. Kenwick slipped out of his office, which was situated at the back of the school’s main office, and greeted his staff. When it was apparent that everyone who was coming was there, he opened the door to his private inner office and allowed them to file in behind me. I heard some whistles of appreciation and some nervous laughter. I picked out the voices of one or two of the female staff, as well, which made my pulse quicken. The men for the most part were only there to please themselves, but when the women joined in it was much more pleasurable for me.
“Mr. Sharp,” I heard Mr. Kenwick exclaim, “your cake!” He gave my ass a swat, causing me to whimper a bit. I felt my skirt being hiked up over my hips, and then a quick jerk as my pantyhose were ripped, exposing my thong to applause. Pudgy hands massaged my backside for a moment before I heard the snip of scissors, cutting my thong off. There was another sharp slap to my exposed ass, unexpected, which made me yelp. The teachers’ hungry, appreciative, and nervous reactions reached my ears, heightening my own excitement. I heard the jingle of a belt and Mr. Sharp came around into my view. The portly man licked his lips as he freed his already growing bulge from his pants. I opened my mouth obediently and he groaned in pleasure as it surrounded his cock. He was of an average size and girth, and I was easily able to relax my throat to accommodate him as he slid it as far in as he could.
“Linda,” Mr. Sharp ordered to a peer as he pumped, grabbing the back of my head for purchase, “why don’t you warm her up for me?”
There was a round of applause from the majority men in the room, and a heard Mrs. Hanson’s heels click up behind me. Her fingers started teasing my wetness and playing with my lips. I groaned around Mr. Sharp’s cock.
“She doesn’t appear to need warming up,” Mrs. Hanson laughed, but leaned forward and licked my pussy anyway.
“Let me know when she’s ready,” Mr. Sharp panted. Mrs. Hanson slid two fingers into my dripping hole and massage my clit with her other hand. I could feel the wave starting to build and soon Mrs. Hanson beckoned for the man of the hour. Mr. Sharp came around behind me and penetrated me roughly, pumping erratically while Mrs. Hanson massaged my clit. I couldn’t hold back, and with a cry my orgasm rolled over me. The crowd cheered, and I felt Mr. Sharp thrust one final time deep in my pussy, squirting his load inside me. My muscles milked his cock dry before he shriveled up and withdrew, but not before slapping me again on the ass.
I could see Mr. Kenwick glance at his watch in my periphery. “Well, we have some time before the bell,” he smirked. His staff needed no more invitation. The jingle of belts sounded around me. Mrs. Hanson came in front of me, hiking her skirt up and throwing her panties aside. She was middle aged and busty, and many of her male students talked about her behind her back lewdly. Without a word, she bent over in front of me so her bald pussy was at my eye level, and backed up so I had no choice but to taste her juices. Not that I minded; I was happy to repay her. I could move my hands just enough to massage her clit while my tongue delved between her lips.
As I licked and sucked Mrs. Hanson, I felt a teacher saddle up behind me and push his cock into my pussy with no preamble. I gasped as it stretched me out and filled me completely. It was obviously Mr. Simpson, I thought to myself, as he was so far the biggest of all the teachers. His strokes were smooth and even, but deep and purposeful, and his cock rubbed up against my g spot with every pass. I felt another orgasm building and was relieved when Mrs. Hanson cried out with pleasure as her own damn broke so that I could let myself go without sacrificing her pleasure. Another cheer rang out as I orgasmed again.
Mrs. Hanson collected herself and moved aside so a colleague could have his turn. Mr. Brown slipped his small cock into my mouth. I sucked him sloppily, knowing he wouldn’t last long. True to his nature, he was soon emptying his load into my mouth just as Mr. Simpson pulled out and spilled his cum on my ass.
More cheers and a new set of penises. Mr. Cameron was in front of me now, grabbing a handful of hair and fucking my mouth, making me gag. Mr. Good was behind me, slapping my ass and pussy lips sharply while jerking off; he would never fuck me properly, believing it to be cheating on his wife, but he was happy to add his jizz to the mess on my backside.
“Alright,” Mr. Kenwick’s voice cut above the din. “Time’s almost up.” He started to untie my legs. “Mr. Sharp, have you recovered? Will you have one more go?” Mr. Sharp shook his head and waved off the offer. “Alright, then who doesn’t have a class next block? Ah, Mr. Nelson. Hop up then.”
Mr. Nelson, a younger man of average build, laid across Mr. Kenwick’s desk on his back. Mr. Kenwick helped me up to straddle him, and I lowered my battered pussy into his cock with a groan. He fondled my breasts and nibbled my nipples as I gave him a few grinds before I felt Mr. Kenwick come up behind me. I leaned forward, exposing my ass.
“Thank you again,” Mr. Kenwick said as he squirted some lube on my crack and massaged it into my asshole, sneaking a finger inside, “for leaving me my favourite piece of cake.” The tip of his cock pushed into my ass hole ever so gently, but he didn’t let up the pressure as my hole opened for him. He slid that rock hard cock as far in as it would go, grabbing my ass and pulling me toward him to get as deep as possible to the applause of the staff. I whimpered and gasped as he thrust deeply a couple of times before pulling his cock all the way out, then pushing it all the way in again.
Mr. Kenwick and Mr. Nelson used both my holes simultaneously, making me cry out. Mr. Brown came up to me to empty another quick load on my face as the two other men ravaged me. I gritted my teeth and moaned as yet another orgasm overtook me. The headmaster and teacher joined in, spending themselves inside me.
The bell rang, and the teachers started to file out. Mr. Nelson was the last out, leaving me lying on the desk with cum dripping out of every hole and smeared across my face and back. Mr. Kenwick looked down at me with a smile.
“Well, Miss Dawson, that was quite the success. Have a shower, then you’re free to take the rest of the day off.”
“Thank you, Mr. Kenwick.” Was all I could manage to say.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k6tqpg/birthday_cake_part_1_female_pov_voyeur_bondage_fmf
Hm. The title is not that accurate. How does a person edit that?