Steve Golden - Hot eager schoolgirl

"I want you to go into the next room and wait for me," he said, touching her shoulder.

"There are some things laid out for you in there, and I want you to get into them. I'll be in shortly."

He gave her a sickly smile and the door clicked shut behind her.

Connie found herself in the strangest room she'd ever seen. It was a bedroom of sorts, with a huge, low couch taking up a third of the space. There were a couple of chests of drawers, and a dressing table. But what was most noticeable were the walls and ceiling.

They were all mirrored, each of the four walls, and even the ceiling. Giant, clear sheets of glass reflecting her whichever way she looked. She could see herself mirrored a hundred times, dozens of sexy Connie's in every direction. She tried to look away, but she couldn't avoid herself.

She caught sight of the things laid out for her on the bed and, to distract herself, she examined them. They were sexy underthings, nylon stockings and a garter belt in red and black. There was a string of pearls about four feet long. She fingered the items and blushed deeply. Then she set about getting undressed.

Boy, someone sure had gone to a lot of trouble. This looked like a regular orgy room of some kind. It sure wasn't the kind of place in which anyone slept. Certainly not Mr. Gage, the school principal. And these underthings. They looked brand new and very expensive.

Connie slipped out of her dress and panties, and she stood there for a moment, hesitating. She glanced at herself in the endless mirrors. Then she snaked the frilly garter belt around her waist and hitched it up in back. She adjusted the dangling black garters to the correct position on her thighs. The expensive stockings were dry and crisp on her golden legs.

The garter belt was no more than an inch wide across her lovely, flat, brown belly. It was black with red trim, and had delicate black gauze embroidered into it in patterns. Once she had the stockings attached, the black elastic garters stretched taut over her ass cheeks and thighs. They flexed and loosened against her as she moved.

Connie examined herself carefully in the full-length mirrors. What with her bright golden hair all squiggly about her face and her makeup shining, she looked very whorish and interesting. She reached into her bag, then added to the makeup, exaggerating it with greasy sweeps of red lip gloss and blue eyeshadow. Then she stood back and examined herself sonic more.

She slung the ridiculous string of pearls around her neck and turned to one side to see her huge tits in profile. Her nipples were straining to burst up from their pink, rubbery circles. She arched her back and thrust out her ass, smiling as the black garters stretched to snapping point across her ass cheeks and dug deep into the springy flesh.

Connie had never imagined she could look so erotic. Just staring at herself was making her cunt cream. Her legs felt so tingly and exciting in the black stockings. She turned to face her reflection head-on and pulled her cuntlips apart with her fingers.

"SO, you're enjoying my little present, I see," Gage called suddenly from the door. Connie swirled around and stared at him.

He was dressed in what looked to be long red skin-tight underwear and nothing else. He looked really weird. But the capper was that his cock and balls were on full display. They thrust out through a specially made hole and swung back and forth as he moved across the floor towards her.

"I think we're all set far our counseling session now," he began. "Why don't you come over here and suck my cock?"

Gage flopped down on the end of the bed, and he spread his legs wide apart. His long, limp cock and dangling balls settled into the crook of his thighs. He leaned back on his hands and smiled pleasantly at her, as if she were about to recite some poetry for him. Or take her oral exam.

"You want me to…" Connie hesitated. She took a step or two toward him.

"Suck my cock, yes," he encourage. "Come on, don't be shy. I know you're an expert little cocksucker. I have it on good authority."

Connie moved within range, and she dropped to her knees on the carpet. Her garters pulled taut up her thighs and the belt dug into her pretty tummy. The long string of pearls had looped around one of her tits to hang loose across her rib cage. The jet black stocking tops clung to her at mid-thigh.

"My, you do look like quite the teenage whore, don't you?" he laughed. "I always was partial to garters and stockings. There's something so sleazy about them. They make it so easy to get at young cunt and ass, I guess."

Connie had fallen to her knees between his thighs, and now she glanced up at him like a shy little girl as she curled her fingers around his limp, heavy cock. She hefted it upright in her fist, pumping once or twice. Then the teenager lowered her face into his lap. But not before catching sight of her ovaled red mouth and his thick, bloated cock in the mirrors.

"That's it. Suck it nice, now. This is just for starters. Suck it nice, now," he said. He swept the hair from her temples with his hand so that he'd have an unobstructed view of her sucking face.

Connie slipped the fat head of his cock into her ovaled mouth. She began to curl her tongue around his prick knob, tickling its sides. An inch or two of cockshaft eased between her lips and, immediately, his prick began to inflate. She could feel it growing thicker, sturdier, in her mouth. Her fingers sensed the power in his cockbase.

"Bridges tells me you're quite the little slut," he murmured pleasantly, urging another inch of cock into her mouth. "You've gone from being Little Miss Innocent to slut of the school in a matter of days."

Connie sucked another two inches of cock into her face, and his lips nipped at his wiry crotch hair. But his prickshaft had swollen so much that her lips were stretched taut around his bulging cock. She would have to back off soon. Her cheeks hollowed and puffed as she squeezed and sucked.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to limit your activities from now on," he continued, lecturing her. "We can't have you fucking and sucking any and everyone."

His cock was now seven or eight inches long and growing thicker by the minute. Connie gagged and backed off. Her head started pumping up and down on the top half of his cock. Her fist shucked the lower half steadily. She was sucking furiously, making wet sounds with her warm lips.

"Ohhhh, yes, little girl! Suck it like that!" Gage crooned.

Connie glanced sideways and caught sight of her face in the mirror. It was almost unrecognizable, swollen over his embedded prick, her cheeks hollowed, her eyelids droopy with lust. It was so odd, to see herself sucking cock like that. It was like watching a pornographic movie of herself. Her eyelids were such a deep blue with all the eyeshadow. Her lips were so red around his big cock. She looked like such a whore there on her knees between his legs.

"You see, I can arrange all the fucking mid sucking you need right here. All you can handle," he went on. "It's not as through you need to go anywhere else for your kicks."

What the hell was he talking about? Did he want to set her up as his own personal whore here, or what? She'd learned this past day or so not to take too seriously anything these older guys said to her while having sex. They were all a little crazy. She concentrated on his cock and let him ramble on.

"Besides," he droned on. "You're much too special to waste on males your own age. You like it much better with older men, don't you? I know you do."

Did she? She wasn't sure. He was probably right. Certainly, the older men in her life had taught her much more in the last few days than poor Bobby could ever have. He'd have to control his climaxes before he could teach anyone anything. But now, she was the one who could teach him a thing or two.