Head teacher Stories

What was next? I found out. It was my headmaster from Redruth School. “Mr Woodley!” I exclaimed, rather taken aback, this was a surprise. “Andrea Martin, well, I see you have been a very naughty girl,” he continued barely containing a smile. “A very naughty girl indeed.” I watched his eyes moving all over my body, wet with pussy juice and perspiration, and I could see the bulge in his trousers growing. “You’re my surprise...

You were bent forwards now, legs splayed, your ass and pussy only just covered by your tiny gym slip, but not for long. I reached forwards and drew the skirt up - a finger gently tracing along the line between your cheeks - and left it gathered around your waist. I heard you cry out as you felt yourself exposed to me. By now you will have realized what a tough headmaster I could be and you must have been more than a littl...