William Cyr - The Headmaster

Wrapping the second length of rope around her left wrist, he quickly lashed that wrist to the opposite bedpost. Her arms spread-eagled to the two bedposts, Betty could do nothing but squirm helpless on the bed. She yanked at the two ropes that held her prisoner, but they were obviously quite firm.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice filled with apprehension.

Frank stood at the foot of the bed and gazed down at her lush young body attired only in garter belt, black stockings and spike-heeled sandals.

Although she tried to hold her legs tightly together, there was no way that she could avoid wantonly displaying her brightly glistening pink pussy. Despite, or perhaps because of, the ordeals that she had just endured, there was a heady feminine aroma of underlying sexual arousal in the air. Her face hot from shame, she could not refrain from staring at Frank's rigidly erect, blood-inflated prick and the two heavy sacs dangling beneath it.

"Oh, please, this is terrible!" Betty pleaded, tears trickling down her cheeks. "I'm completely helpless! Please, you can't do this to me! You just can't!"

"Nonsense!" Frank replied. "You know you like your sex rough! That's why you're here!"

Clasping the spike heels of her pretty sandals in his hands, he began pulling her ankles apart to expose her all the more. Betty did not attempt to resist but turned her head aside with revulsion as she realized only too well how lewdly she was exposed. She wanted to kick at him, but felt weak and afraid. Frank's eyes began at her narrow ankles and slowly moved up her fully curved calves rippling beneath her sheer nylons, past her delicately rounded knees to her quivering, beautifully tapering smooth thighs. The two wide bands, one slightly lighter than the other, at the top of her stockings emphasized the marble whiteness of the flesh above them. His lustful gaze traveled up her silken inner thighs to her coral feminine treasure, a dripping oasis in a forest of jet-black hair.

"Oh, please!" Betty pleaded, her voice sounding very low and faraway.

"Please, I'm so helpless and ashamed. First, you spank me and humiliate me in front of all those awful girls! And now you tie me up and abuse me!"

"Maybe if you had something real big in your mouth, you couldn't talk so much!" Frank told her in a somewhat-irate voice.

Frank wanted his mouth to travel that same route his eyes had just taken, and stretched out on the bed at her feet. Leisurely, he kissed the bow of each pretty sandal and then the cobwebby nylon just above it.

He then began kissing her nylon-clad, fully curvaceous calves, gradually working his way upward. At the same time his hands gently caressed her shapely legs from toe to thigh, massaging and enjoying every lush curve.

"Oh, how can you treat me this way?" Betty whimpered, her voice filled with self-pity.

"You have beautiful legs, honey!" he told her, ignoring her protests.

Moving upward, Frank kissed each delicately rounded knee, letting his lips linger against the tightly stretched nylon. His hands roamed high up her shimmering thighs, his fingers digging into the warm quivering flesh. Pushing her legs further apart, he began moving his face up from her knees along her inner thighs, thoroughly enjoying the feel of cobwebby nylon against his face.

"How can you torment me like this?" Betty protested, squirming and writhing against the bonds that held her in place. Her voice mingled despair with sexual arousal.

"You love it! You know you do!" Frank told her, his lips reaching the heavier bands of her sheer black stockings.

The pretty young secretary watched helplessly as her masculine assailant began kissing the incredibly smooth flesh of her inner thigh just above the tops of her tightly drawn stockings. Goose bumps formed on her legs and her entire body stiffened with erotic pleasure. Without being forced to do so, she was holding her beautiful legs wide open for him.

"Please, untie me!" she begged. "Please, it's so unnatural! Please, it's just awful to have to lie here while you torment me and do things to me!"

Taking his time and savoring the murky feminine odors that wafted into his nostrils, Frank worked his way up the trembling young woman's lush inner thighs. Stroking the full length of her thighs with his hands, he began manually exploring her flowering little pussy. The initial light, tentative strokes produced moans of excitement and embarrassment, and ripe pungent juices suddenly began trickling over his fingers.

"Please, don't hurt me! Please! I'm scared!" Betty pleaded, squirming with a combination of fear and erotic arousal. She watched with growing dismay as Frank continued moving his face upward in the direction of her pink, hotly dripping vulva. "You're not going to…"

Lightly fingering the slippery, plump pussy lips, Frank slowly opened them up. Her back arched sharply, Betty bit her lip and wriggled with helpless vulnerability as he spread open the two pink juicy petals.

"You have a beautiful cunt!" he told her, whispering the message into the widely dilated, pink cavern.

"Oh, how can you talk like…" Betty protested, looking hotly embarrassed.

Without further ado, Frank buried his face in the wet, gaping crevice with his tongue extended its full length.

"Ohh!" Betty almost screamed at the lewd assault on her feminine treasure. Her entire body shuddered convulsively and she arched her back even more sharply as Frank's sturdy masculine tongue sliced into the juicy playground and flicked her quivering little button. Somewhere inside her a dam broke, flooding the entire area with warm wet feminine dew.

"That's the way, baby! Turn on!" Frank told her, nibbling on her plump outer lips as he spoke. "I'm going to have you begging for it!"

"No! No, please!" Betty pleaded. "It's awful to be tied up like this!

Please, I'm scared! Please, it's degrading to have to lie here while you do anything to me you want!"

Frank's tongue began moving up and down inside the wet pink furrow in a ticklish and thoroughly tormenting manner. He could feel her vibrant young body beginning to respond, slowly surrendering to sexual bliss despite her conscious opposition to it all. As she squirmed girlishly on the bed, her stockinged legs brushed against his hard masculine body in a teasing manner.

"Stop, please! Oh, stop, please!" she begged, making one last effort to ward off the raw physical pleasures to which she was about to succumb.

"Relax and enjoy it!" Frank told her. "You're going to get eaten until you just beg to have cock in there instead of my tongue!"

"Oh, how can you talk like that?" Betty spoke with obvious distress.

"How can you do this to me?"

Frank did not reply but instead resumed tonguing her lush pink interior, his darting tongue brushing past her nervously palpitating clitoris and roaming into her watery vaginal orifice. He could sense that all thoughts of resistance were beginning to melt under the spell of the magical erotic sensations that were flowing through her body. One low and faraway sounding moan followed another, and her pelvis began those instinctive coital thrusts that betrayed her own inner feelings.

"Please! Please, for the last time!" Betty pleaded, fighting back tears.

"You love it!" Frank told her. "You're as wet and dewy as any schoolgirl!"

Once again his tongue ranged deep into the wet juicy groove, touching off electric sparks as it flicked her quivering clitoris. Sucking in her feminine juices with loud slurping noises, he flicked and stabbed at her magic button from various angles. He could feel the tiny bud responding to his lustful caresses, and it wasn't long before the highly sensitive membrane was taut with feminine erectness. A river of feminine juices splashed against his face as the young woman finally gave way to the overpowering sexual sensations.