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Ginger Lawley shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable. She could feel the plug seated deeply in her arse and she had to keep her pussy clenched tight to prevent the ben wa balls from slipping out. She had not been permitted knickers, which was no doubt resulting in a wet spot on the back of her skirt.
The smell of sex was strong in the air. Beside her, Brent Dering twitched uneasily; he could no doubt smell her pussy as well as she could. The smell was probably making him hard in his uniform trousers. She bit back a moan. Brent was the most obnoxious prig in the school, but Ginger couldn?t help the fact that she was so turned on she would have fucked him. She had been on edge like this for eight hours already ? ever since she met her Master for breakfast.
Earlier
Ginger knocked on Professor Eaton?s office door that morning, the same way she had done for the past two months ? ever since he found her making out with Steven in the storage closet on the third floor. At the time, Steven ran and Ginger begged Professor Eaton not to tell the Headmaster. If she lost her scholarship at the boarding school, her parents would disown her.
To compensate for bending the rules for such a persuasive young lady, Eaton agreed under several conditions. Ginger had to both submit to him in any way he saw fit and she also had to obey any order he gave her without question or he would go straight to the Headmaster. Needless to say, Eaton found it necessary that Ginger meet him every morning in his office before classes began. Everyone else just assumed she was meeting with him because he was the advisor for the student council.
That particular morning, Ginger was lying on her back across the desk in Professor Eaton?s office. She had angled herself up on her elbows so she could see what her professor was doing between her thighs.
?Who would ever have thought the student body president would be submitting to her history professor?? He flipped her skirt up to reveal her bald pussy, smoothing the fabric over her flat stomach. He made a noise of appreciation low in his throat. ?And she?s already wet for me.?
Without warning, he plunged two potion-stained fingers into her wet hole, eliciting a gasp from the girl. ?Yes, nice and wet.?
He picked up one of the three objects on the desk next to her ? a large black butt plug ? and replaced his fingers with the toy. He worked it in an out of her for a few moments, getting it thoroughly covered in her juices, before pulling it out and placing it at the entrance to her bum hole.
?Relax, love. Let me in.?
Ginger struggled to comply, groaning as Eaton worked the large phallus into her rear. After a few thrusts, he managed to seat the toy completely in her anal channel. He stood back for a moment to admire his handiwork.
?You look delicious right now,? he said, raking his eyes down her luscious body, spread out for his pleasure. The dark flared base of the plug contrasted nicely with the creamy pale flesh of Ginger?s thighs. Above, her sodden pussy looked pink and ripe and begging to be filled. Fill it he would ? but not with himself ? not yet, anyway.
Instead, he picked up the other two objects from the desk. Two small, golden balls filled with mercury, which would cause a very interesting vibration when jostled. These Eaton inserted one at a time into Ginger?s copiously flowing pussy.
?You?ll have to keep your pussy clenched tight to hold these in, love. They?re used to strengthen the muscles in the vagina, to better serve a cock. And I will not be allowing you any panties today and I?d hate to find out that you were sent to the Headmaster for ? unusual behaviour.?
At his words, another stream of juice issued from Ginger?s slick hole.
?Yes, Sir,? she replied.
Present
Professor Eaton stopped in front of Ginger?s and Brent?s desk, a dark eyebrow quirked.
?Is there a problem, Miss Lawley??
?No, Sir,? Ginger answered timidly, although a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. This close to her, she knew he could smell her sex as well.
?You may remain after class to talk about your inability to pay attention.? He addressed the rest of the class, ?The lot of you are dismissed.?
Brent gave Ginger one last glance as he packed up his things and left the classroom. Ginger could clearly see the outline of an erection in his trousers.
When the last of the students had gone, Eaton closed the door and locked on it. He sat down at his desk, beckoning Ginger with the crook of his index finger.
Obediently, the girl rose, smoothing her skirt over her round bottom. The toys inside of her shifted, causing her to cry out and stumble for a moment. She regained herself and kneeled, as directed, at Eaton?s feet. Her generous bosom heaved with fear or anticipation ? Eaton did not know ? underneath her school jumper and blouse.
Keeping his eyes trained on hers, Eaton unbuttoned the placket in the front of his trousers and pulled out his half-hard cock. Ginger needed no encouragement, no prompting to take the rapidly filling erection into her mouth. Eaton sighed in relief, placing a hand on the back of her head, twining his fingers in her thick brown curls. He canted his hips steadily, urging her to take him deeper. Submissively, she relaxed her throat, allowing him to slide in until he cut off her air supply completely. He pulled back out, timing his strokes so that she could take ragged breaths of air in through her nose. Without any warning, he tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her off his cock.
?Stand up and remove your jumper.?
Ginger stood, pulling the dark grey fabric over her head, leaving her in her white blouse, pleated skirt, and tie. Eaton always made sure she kept her shoes and knee-socks on as well. Reaching up, Eaton deftly unbuttoned the blouse, revealing braless young breasts, which stood up firmly on their own.
?Very nice,? Eaton murmured, as though he had not seen her nude breasts on numerous occasions. He took a breast in each hand ? not too big, not too small ? rubbing her nipples into little hard peaks with his thumbs. He smoothed the red and gold tie between her breasts, admiring the way her flesh was just plentiful enough to keep it in place.
?Turn around,? he said softly.
The girl obeyed, turning to present her plump backside. Eaton reached out, running his hands over the pleats in her skirt. He lifted the hem, tucking it into the waistband so her pale luscious bottom was on display.
?I want you to ride me,? he declared, reaching under her to remove the ben wa balls. Her pussy was so wet he had no trouble reaching inside her to retrieve the small golden balls. After casting them aside, he gripped her hips steadily, lowering her down onto his now-straining erection.
Ginger sighed, sinking down onto his length. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling. This is what she had desired all day. With Eaton?s hands guiding her, she began to work her way up and down his shaft.
The sound of the classroom door opening stilled her movements and she opened her eyes in alarm.
?Oi, Lawley, I always thought you were a prude, but I guess it turns out you?re actually a slut,? Brent said, a malicious smirk on his face. He pursed his lips, appraising her dilated pupils, flushed bare chest ? down which ran her school tie, as though pointing to the swollen, shaven pussy now convulsively clenching around Eaton?s cock, which was buried inside to the hilt.
?How did you- I mean-?
Ginger?s rambling was cut short by a sharp slap to her thigh.
?I did not give you permission to speak,? Eaton?s deep voice rumbled behind her. ?You mentioned some time ago that you had a particular fantasy involving Mr. Dering, here. I?m surprised at your sudden hostility.?
He smoothed his large calloused hands up her thighs, stopping to frame the joining of their bodies for Brent?s benefit.
?Up on the desk,? he said, ?on your hands and knees, facing Mr. Dering.?
Ginger obliged, lifting herself off Eaton?s cock with an obscene squelching noise. She repositioned herself on top of the desk; skirt rucked up about her waist, naked breasts and tie pulled toward the desk by the force of gravity.
?I believe Mr. Dering has something that needs ? taken care of.?
Ginger raised her head and found herself face-to-face with the blond?s stiff erection. Brent had wasted no time freeing himself from the confines of his trousers. Ginger took him into her mouth, cataloguing the slight difference in taste and texture from Eaton?s cock. Despite obeying the Professor?s every command, this was only the second cock she had ever held on her tongue. However, Brent?s movements were much more insistent and erratic than Eaton?s practiced moves. Brent impatiently shoved his cock into her throat, causing Ginger to gag before she accustomed herself to his rhythm and relaxed enough to deep throat his cock.
Behind her, she could feel Eaton?s hands resting on her spread cheeks, his thumbs rubbing circles and spreading her pussy lips open. As if to make her desires known, she thrust back against him. The hands disappeared.
?Stay still or you won?t get what you want. Your pleasure comes only when I deem it.?
True to his word, Eaton would still his movements completely if and when Ginger thrust back against him. Finally, he was once again sheathed completely inside her body and Ginger moaned around Brent?s cock. Eaton and Brent fell into a rhythm, sliding Ginger between them as if she were speared on a spit between their cocks.
?Look at her, Brent. Isn?t she exquisite??
Brent looked down at Ginger, her red lips stretched around his cock, and Eaton?s cock buried inside her dripping pussy.
?Yes, Professor,? he agreed. ?She?s something.?
Eaton draped himself across her back, lowering his mouth to her ear. ?You may come, now, love.?
All at once, Ginger?s body froze and she clenched around the cock in her pussy and the plug still in her arse, and moaned deeply around the cock in her mouth. She shuddered, thrusting back violently against Eaton until the tremors from her orgasm subsided.
Brent only lasted a few more minutes, coming with a loud cry, and filling Ginger?s mouth with his tangy seed. Eagerly, the girl swallowed every drop. Brent allowed his softening member to slip from her mouth, marvelling as her tongue darted out to catch a drizzle of semen she missed. Dazed, the blond stumbled backwards, buttoning his trousers. He watched, transfixed, as Eaton?s thrusts became more frenzied and he came almost silently, pumping his release deep into Ginger?s body. He slumped forward, smoothing the hair away from Ginger?s neck, kissing her damp skin. Brent took his leave.
?Are you satisfied, love?? Eaton asked once they were alone.
Ginger reached for one of his hands, twining their fingers together. ?Very,? she replied, placing a chaste kiss on Eaton?s knuckles.
?Good.? Eaton said, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb.
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