She undid the clip on the schoolgirl skirts slowly, after already removing her top for him. She was conscious that his eyes were on her, feeling his desires for her from across the room.

He sat in the chair, calmness and deliberate. Everything he did was that way, as he liked to be in control. His eyes followed her as she removed the skirt as she placed it on the chair and shyly covered herself a piddling playing the innocent girl.

"Good girlfriend,"he reaffirmed about the no underwear instructions he had given beforehand.

She blushed.

"Show me."

She moved her helping hand and again felt his eyes on her, devouring her nakedness and knowing she was affecting him.

He leaned forward in the chair and took her in before having to adjust himself in his pants.

"Kneel."

She craved his control and was excited to put forward to him.

As she knelt down, he moved out of the death chair and started to undress in a meticulous manner, placing his dress across the chair and letting his now hard tool out of its cage.

"See what you do to me my girlfriend,"he said rhetorically, moving towards her and showing her what she does to him.

She beamed inside and wanted to touch it. But she waited.

He walked around her without saying a word. Almost inspecting what he owned.

His mitt then moved down on her school principal and pulled her hair back where he wanted and then caressed her boldness as he knelt down.

"Mine,"he whispered with intent.

Those password sent a shudder through her physical structure. She was now conscious of her wetness for the offset time. He moved his hands to her chest and touched her, manhandling her as she submitted to him.

"Who owns this ?"

"You own me dad. All of me."

"You like that don't you ?"

"So much."

"Does it affect you ?"

"Yes daddy. I'm wet."

His cock flexed.

"Show me,"he instructed, putting his foot inside her knee and pulling her legs apart.

She assisted and spread for him while in that position. She moved her deal down and dragged her digit up her pussy backtalk and held them in straw man to show him.

He was still in control outwardly but extremely worked up inside with desire for her. Moving his body between her now undetermined legs, he held his cock to her mouth.

She was salivating in anticipation.

He made her wait.

Her pussy was now almost dripping as well as her mouth.

"Please papa,"she said in a begging tone.

He placed his cock on her lips as she opened and took him in her mouth. She could hear his moan as she started to pleasure him and it turned her on so much knowing she was giving him that very much enjoyment.

Her wetness was again evident as she took his turncock and sucked him in a devoted manner.

"screw I love your rima oris,"he exclaimed.

Grabbing her hair in a crude style, he pulled her backtalk off his turncock as there was some tommyrot sliding off her chin.

She inhaled and tried to catch her intimation but wished he let her birth more time with his cock in her mouth.

He moved to the side board and took hold of the ball gag and moved back to her displaying it in his hired man in a vacillation style in straw man of her eyes.

"Hair."

She lifted with her hands as she stooped and placed the ball gag into her mouthpiece and affixed it at the back.

"Can't have the neighbor hearing you this night,"he said in a devilish tone.

She needed him to use her and teach her the affair her body was made for.

"You are my fucktoy tonight."

Again, she was intensely turned on and in want at his words.

He moved to the tabular array once more and pulled the next implement he was going to utilise for the eve. Placing the alloy bar in nominal head of her, he placed it around her neck and pulled her wrist in before clamping the early English on the back of her.

She had a moment of realisation that she was not incompetent of moving her upper body and also gagged. The fear was coupled with hullabaloo was intoxicating for her as she trusted him completely.

He then pulled her with force to her feet and to the bed then pushed her on there before draggigng her consistence to where he wants. Leaning in he then said the words again that made her shiver.

"Tonight you're my little plaything."

She was watching him, head turned and writhing on the bed. Her full titty moving and catching his eye as he walks away leaving her on the bed.

All she wanted was to be used by him. She didn't want to wait and was in need.

He moved back to the bed and was stroking his cock as he did, looking at the amazing sight of his submissive on the bed.

He could wait no longer and need to have her.

Moving between her legs, he spread them and guided his surd cock into her in one motion. He was in need and she was going to action his desires.

Her digit curled in the only social movement she had while being shackled on the bed as his sex toy. She felt his cock inscrutable inside penetrating her as she could only emit repress strait of pleasure of being used by him.

His hands felt blind drunk on her hips as she felt him demand grasp of her material body to force back his pecker harder as she could see the look of saturation in his eyes.

"I am going to make out you like no one else ever has, my slight piece of ass doll."

His demeanour was forceful and controlling and he knew what he wanted and was now taking it at will. Looking down at his restrained submissive, the notion on intense lust like no other was drowning inside him.

He needed her Sir Thomas More than anything.

She felt his dominance as much as his shaft while he devoured her tight slit, the intense feeling starting to suit overwhelming.

She had no way of asking permission and her pussy was now out of control as she unconsciously let go and began to eject on his pecker as she had an almost out of body experience as he fucked her furiously.

"That's mightily cum for me my niggling slut."

Her eyes were fluttering furiously as she was climaxing and listening to his dirty words and the sounds they made together as he fucked her with pace.

She felt her snatch dripping but did not handle at that minute and wanted to be his filthy trollop. To be able to let go and be the object of his desires and want were fulfilling her as lots as the orgasm he had just given her bit earlier.

He withdrew and gripped her stage, pushing them into the air as he moved inside her slopped kitty-cat again before pushing further and dropping her branch on his shoulder. Driving his cock deeper still, this position moved him closer to her and the feeling of her tight pussycat pulling against his cock was amazing.

"Fuck I need this pussy."

He began pounding her, in a more slow and moot movements, his cock making a point.

"I fucking own this pussy."

Her soundbox reacted at his words as she tried to talk, for a mo forgetting the gag in her mouth, leaving only muffled sound of proclaiming herself as his whore. She felt herself again being pushed towards the edge.

"You're going to palpate me tomorrow."

Driving his prick harder still, pounding her pussy.

"Fuck !"he cried out, in a import that she watched him almost fall behind control as the look on his face was unlike anything else.

He picked up f number and was beyond a tip off point it seemed to her, now being used roughly as he fucked her.

She felt his hands grab withstand tighter, almost hurting her as his groan were building as he was about to explode.

"You are mine !"

He was now making the bed shake.

"My slut !"

His stopcock deep.

"My fucktoy !"

Hearing his filthy words pushed her over the edge as she began to orgasm again. Her mind lost for a second in bliss before being pulled back by both a tone of his cock starting to flood her as well as his immense shout of pleasure.

Together they were climaxing in a mo of unspeakable need being fulfilled. There was no moment passed this one as this was the moment they both wanted to attain and live there for perpetuity .