Juicy Lucy 4 - Sex Stories

Juicy Lucy 4

... although anyone seeing her would know that she wore nothing underneath. She checked her skirt, she laughed, more a wide ribbon than her skirt, it barely covered her bottom and without panties her pussy was almost on show. She had decided on her highest heels, after all if he wanted her to look like a whore she might as well do a proper job and they did make her stand up straight and push her tits out, she knew she had great legs and the heels showed them off. She checked her make-up. “No damage done,” she said.

“Right you perverted old bastard,” she said, “let’s get it over with.” She opened her door and began her walk of shame.

She managed to make it to the connecting door that separated the living accommodation from the main school without seeing anyone. She was well into the school when she heard voices approaching, it sounded like the cleaners on their way out. She quickly dodged into a store cupboard before they were in sight. She heard them laughing as they approached.

“He’s a dirty old man,” one of them said, “always patting my bottom and brushing against my boobs.”

“Oh he’s harmless,” another said, “l wish my Arthur showed as much interest, if l don’t get some fresh meat up me soon l reckon it will heel up.”

There was a burst of laughter.

“You want to try that Mr. Jenkins,” a voice said, “l saw him in the gym after school last week, l don’t know about push ups, but he could push something up me anytime he wants.”

“Oh he’s got that sweet little ...

... thing that teaches down the boy’s school,” another voice said.

“Well perhaps he’d like a change from tender lamb to a bit of tough mutton,” the other replied, they all burst out laughing again and their voices moved away.

Lucy realised that she was pushed for time so rushed along the corridors, she finally reached the headmaster’s study with three minutes to spare, she went into his secretary’s office next door and used a mirror while she checked her make-up and adjusted her clothes. She undid her blazer and got it so that it was just covering her nipples. She hitched up her skirt so that the bottom half of her bum was showing and just a glimpse of the cleft of her pussy.

She was outside his door just as the school clock chimed the half hour. The door opened and he was standing there, suddenly Lucy’s legs felt like jelly.

“Very nice,” he said, “l take it you’ve come to be fucked.”

“Yes headmaster,” she whispered.

“Louder!” He said.

“Yes headmaster, l’ve come to be fucked,” she said out loud.

“And fucked you will be you little slut,” he said, “come in.”

He stood back and allowed her to enter, immediately she was rocked back on her heels to see four other people sat around the room, two that she recognised as being members of the school board, two very old and fat individuals that she’d always taken a dislike to. Next there was Pastor Phillips the school Chaplain, finally, Miss Hughes her form tutor.

“Stand in the centre of the room,” the headmaster ...