Schoolgirl’s Dress Code Discipline - Sex Stories

Schoolgirl’s Dress Code Discipline

... bitch. You're dripping." He rubbed his cockhead up and down her pussy lips and started to push into her.

"Oh, Sir! No! Not your cock! You can't . . . oh, you can't . . ." She was panting like a bitch in heat, the pressure of his cock splitting her open, tearing her words of protest from her. "You're too big! You can't—guhhh!" Her protest failed her, cut short as his dick tore deeper into her pussy. It was huge. It hurt. But her cunt clamped on his dick all the same, like it was trying to savor his brutalizing cock.

"You told me to fuck you, slut. So it's time you get FUCKED!" He cried, slamming his dick up her cunt.

"Buhhh!" She grunted as his dick knocked the wind out of her helpless body. He held her there, impaled, balls deep, bent over a desk with her dress over her spanked, reddened ass. He was using her. She was a toy for him.

"Good girl, slut." He drew halfway out her cunt and pumped his dick back up her, balls deep once more. She moaned. "Yeah, good girl. Take it, Annabel." She grunted again.

"Sir, you can't—oh God—fuck me. Oh!" As her needy pussy drenched his cock more, she struggled less. It hurt less. The scales were shifting; less and less pain, more and more bliss. With every thrust, her body accepted him. It was getting easier. She was getting easier. She knew it. And the thought made her hot. In her mind, in her pussy, in her whole body. She felt so hot.

"You said 'Fuck me,'" he retorted cooly.

"I meant—Siiir—I meant your fingers . . . oh ...

... fuck . . . ." Her panting kept up as his cock hammered into her.

"You didn't say that, slut. And we say what we mean, don't we?"

"Ye-yes, Sir," she moaned.

Annabel found it hard to care anymore. She was getting fucked. She was getting fucked! The thought reverberated in her head. Over the principal's desk! Like a whore! Like the dirty schoolgirl whore she’d wanted to be for so long. She’d long been touching herself to things like this for years—dirty stories and videos of schoolgirls and the like being punished and used. It was her secret shame. She’d masturbated about fantasies like this so many times, about older men violating girls like her. It was just a fantasy, she told herself.

Now, Denton had her mounted like she was a fleshlight made for him. Like she was a whore. His whore.

"Fuck me, Sir!"

He slapped her ass again as he used her. "Good girl!" The sound of his hand impacting her ass echoed against the walls, rang in her ears. She loved that slap.

"Please fuck me! Yes!" His cock felt so good. That big, warm, raw—wait, she panicked, was he fucking her raw?! "Sir, what about a condom? We need—oh fuck—we need—you can't . . . ."

He leaned down and bit her shoulder as he fucked her, in and out. The wet, slapping noises of raw schoolgirl fucking filled his office. "Of course we don't need a condom. You're a good girl for Sir, aren't you? That means you take it bare. And you get to feel all this dick rearranging your insides." He was fully stroking in ...