William Cyr - The Headmaster

Tantalized to the point where he could think of nothing but the incredible sensation in his pounding cock, Frank cupped his hands down over Erica's blonde head and held her in a firm grip. With no thought for the effect it might have on her, he began forcefully moving her head up and down in his lap. Moaning and gurgling on her saliva, Erica docilely submitted to the erotic torment that he was inflicting on her.

Her wet fingers caressed her taut clitoris and served as a substitute penis for her vagina, making her twist and writhe her hips with coital movements.

Suddenly, Frank could hold himself back no longer. Clamping his powerful hands even more tightly around Erica's blonde head, he bolted almost to a standing position. Though prepared for the onslaught to follow, Erica moaned with fear and anticipation. A hot load of thick, sticky fluid smashed against the roof of her mouth, and began splashing around. Erica instinctively attempted to snap her head back, but Frank's hands forced her to remain in position. Another blast of masculine cream sprayed into her mouth, coating her tongue and trickling down her throat.

Erica felt as if a hot fountain of thick cream had been turned on in her mouth. Hot, sticky masculine lava sprayed forth in voluminous quantities, completely filling her teenage mouth. Gurgling and gulping on the virile, salty fluid, the young and comely blonde began swallowing it with loud gulps. Frank could see her voluptuous body quaking as she experienced her own orgasm.

As Frank settled back on his chair, Erica obediently kept his cock in her mouth until it began to go soft. As she straightened up, Frank discerned some residue of viscous white cum trickling down her cheek.

Quickly catching it with her finger, she stuck her finger in her mouth to lick it up, as if she were simply starving for cum. With her gym slip still up over the tops of her black stockings, she made a delightful sex kitten.

"You bastard!" she spoke quietly but with conviction. "I hope you're satisfied!"

Ordinarily he would have dismissed her at this point. However, there were other factors that entered into the picture. The school year was rapidly coming to an end, and that would mean the end of fun and games with his female pupils for the time being. Even more seriously, the political situation in Europe clearly indicated that war was just over the horizon, and Frank knew that he would be in it. Like many young men in the early nineteen-thirties, he had learned to fly simply as a hobby and had obtained a pilot's license although he had no aspirations as a commercial pilot. However, he knew that the Royal Air Force would be waiting for him the minute that the war broke out.

He watched pensively as Erica slowly got to her feet. The attractive blonde picked up her panties from the floor, and stuffed them into her small purse.

"Why don't you come over to my apartment this evening, Erica?" he suggested.

She looked disdainfully at him. "Why?" she asked. "You got your spanking and blow-job. That's all you ever want!"

Frank ignored her hurt tone of voice. "I have a project that might even make a little money for you," he told her.

"What's that?" she asked, her eyes showing some interest.

"I have a photographic assignment from a detective magazine," he told her. "They want some pictures of a pretty young woman who's been tied up by a burglar."

Erica's eyes flashed as if to inform him that she knew the story was pure fabrication on his part. "Okay," she told him. "I suppose you have some special way you want me to dress," she added, alluding to his fetishes.

"Transparent white blouse," Frank promptly responded. "Black satin skirt, shoes and stockings just like you have on."

Erica appeared at Frank's apartment at the agreed time. The attractive young blonde was dressed precisely as he had specified. The outline of her frilly white slip and well-filled brassiere could be clearly discerned beneath her diaphanous, highly feminine white blouse. Her black satin skirt ended above the knees, revealing shapely legs attired in sheer black stockings. She wore the same elegant shoes that she had worn early in the day, their eye-catching bows quickly catching Frank's interested gaze. She had undone her school pigtails, and was wearing her blonde hair loosely down her back, making her look older and more sophisticated than she had appeared early in the day.

"Thanks for coming," Frank told her, leaning over to give her a greeting kiss on the lips.

"I'm surprised that you would consent to kiss the mouth that's usually considered only worthy enough to suck your big cock!" the attractive teenager replied as she quickly looked around at the ropes and photographic equipment that were spread around the room.

"My, aren't we in a bitchy mood this evening," Frank remarked, looking her over carefully as he led her over to a plain, straight-backed chair which he had placed in the middle of the room.

"Is this photographic assignment on the level?" Erica asked. "Or is tying up girls just another of your hobbies?"

"What's the difference?" Frank replied with a smirk. "It'll just take a few minutes." He pushed her gently to a seated position on the chair and stepped back to look at her. "Your stockings are a little baggy," he told her. "Tighten them up."

Erica looked slightly annoyed and hesitated for a moment. Her cheeks becoming prettily flushed, she slowly pulled back her black-satin skirt and white-lace-embroidered slip to reveal black stocking tops, white thighs, and black garter belt suspenders. Frank watched with fascination as the attractive young girl proceeded to pull her sheer stockings up even more tautly, smoothing them wrinkle-free and once again anchoring them to her garter belt. Satisfied that she could not improve on the job, she yanked her skirt and slip down.

"Good," Frank told her. "Now, I'm going to tie you to the chair. Put your hands together back of the chair with your wrists crossed."

Looking slightly worried, Erica complied. Taking a length of clothesline rope, Frank quickly tied her wrists together behind her back. Suddenly feeling a little helpless, Erica squirmed prettily in her chair.

Taking another length of rope, Frank dropped to his knees beside her and began tying her slender ankles tightly together just above the bows of her high-heeled shoes. The white rope made a vivid contrast with her black hosiery. Next, taking another length of rope, he tied her legs together just above the knees. Her cheeks warmly flushed, Erica watched the proceedings without comment.

"Now, let's get that skirt up!" he remarked to his quite helpless subject.

Grasping the hem of Erica's skirt and slip, he pulled them up to leave black stocking tops, garter belt and a generous amount of bare white thigh on display. From the front, he could catch a glimpse of her pink panties.

"Bastard!" Erica fumed, squirming unhappily in her chair as she could do nothing to adjust her skirt.

Frank picked up his camera and began shooting snaps of her at various angles.

"Do you have any film in there?" Erica asked sarcastically.

Frank pretended to ignore her. "I think a gag would make it look more realistic," he remarked.

Despite her protests, Erica soon found her pretty mouth tightly packed with a folded white handkerchief. A light blue scarf was then passed over her mouth and tied tightly behind her neck to hold the handkerchief in place. Ignoring her almost constant attempts to communicate through the uncomfortable gag, Frank proceeded to take more photographs of her.

Finally, he employed a black scarf to blindfold her completely. Her vision cut off completely and unable to communicate in an effective manner, Erica had no choice but to squirm uncomfortably and helplessly in her chair with her black-satin skirt well above the tops of her stockings. Thoroughly stimulated by the provocative display of helpless feminine pulchritude, Frank dawdled with the camera and took shots of her from every angle he could think of.