Yes, Dean Sir .


Rachel was a school hottie with a very tight body. But as a 18 yr old lady friend would be, she was ravisher without brains. She would wear a tiny skirt and a blind drunk shirt to school with no IQ. Everyone knew how rich her parents were and being their solely child, she was pampered like a princess. It was rumoured that she was still a virgin. Almost everyone in the school wanted to bang her mind out.

Her terminal semester was few week away and she was failing the year unless she scored very well in the final one. She did n't wanted to give way or else her parents would get nonindulgent and ground her. She tried studying but she needed help. She decided to come near her schooltime James Byron Dean, Mr. Drake Wilbur Wright. He was a 56 twelvemonth old Caucasian man who had divorced his wife of 22 years a few month ago. He was living alone in his 4 chamber house a few blocks from the schooling.

One afternoon after school, she went to the James Byron Dean 's part to ask for advice on how she could elucidate her grades. The dean was in use and could n't spare time for her. The Same happened on the next day and it went on happening till a week. Rachel decided to go to his house and mouth as fourth dimension was less.

Rachel 's parents were going to her aunt 's for a calendar week movement of some emergence. She was alone for an entire week so she decided to go on the Saami evening when her parents left and start studying and clear the exam. She was wearing a nice shortsighted summertime backless dress with makeup and luxuriously heels. She wanted to use her dish to get tips to score well. She knocked the door and Mr Drake answered the door with a glassful of whiskey in his hand and a cigar. He could n't greet her as there as a lot of students in the schoolhouse. But he was happy to see a bantam jolly bitch at his room access. She introduced herself and then he asked her to issue forth in. She was telling him her issuing and Mr Drake was busy looking at her thin legs. Rachel said ,'it would be glad if you could help me and get trade good scores, I really do n't want to fail.I want to end up my field before my parents are back from my auntie 's after a hebdomad .'Mr Drake replied ,'I do n't entertain pupil beyond school. You can go .'Rachel insisted and was in tears as she wanted supporter to pass. Mr Drake could n't say no. He asked, 'what would I get in takings .'In the hurry to get help, she said, 'whatever you want dean sir .'There was a lusty smile on the James Dean 's nerve. He said ,'since your parents are out for a week. Why do n't you stay at my house for a week. We can end your studies and we have each others company too'. blond Rachel agreed not realising what all can go on and said she would be back in an time of day with her book and clothes.

Mr Francis Drake had prepared everything he needed to use the virgin body. When Rachel entered, she was asked to keep back her stuff in one sleeping room and was called in another. He made her sit on the bed and told her ,'I never help students beyond schoolhouse but you seem to be a nice girl and so I am helping you. You can not tell anyone of our business in here. If you agree, I will assist you .'She thought, all I want is good degree and so she agreed.

Mr Francis Drake told her ,'I will get certain that you are the top hat in this semester only if you agree to what I say'. She agreed .'I will be giving you the question composition and reply to it too. But you have to do every 1 thing I say'. She agreed with happiness. She thought it was the best conclusion to come to him for aid. He also made her sign a blank paper for his safety.

After that he asked her to stand up and he slapped her firmly. Rachel did n't make what just happened. He slapped her again and said, 'you shall be my slut for a week, or else I will run out you on purpose .'Rachel started crying but she wanted to pass and did n't know how cruel this man could be. She said yes weeping. He tore her dress and was happy to see no bra inside. 'Bitch seems you do n't endure a bra to the school too. I like your perky little tit. Are you a Virgin ?'Rachel was feeling cheap standing in front of a man Old than her founding father with her pap open. In a slacken articulation she said, 'yes !'. Mr Drake was very happy he got a virgin for rid. He put a dog lease in her neck and asked her to walk on her legs and hands like a bitch. She can eat, kip, fuddle urine, turd, pee only with his permission.

Mr Drake had a private swimming puddle in his house. He took her to the pool walking on her hands and wooden leg and ordered her to suck his dick. He had a steel rule in his hand. Till the fourth dimension she did n't suck it proper, he would paddle her butt. Rachel had sucked hawkshaw but not like what Mr Francis Drake wanted. She got a lot of spanking as her sassing was too small for the 9 inch think cock. He started gagging her and could see tears rolling down her eyes. He was happy. He pushed his cock more inside almost down her throat chocking her. He made her tope all his succus. Then he started fucking her rima oris brutally and finally cumming in her backtalk. She was shivering cause of the brutal mouth fuck. Suddenly he took a video of Rachel in her panties with cum dropping out of her mouth and looking like a cheap woman of the street. He said, 'now if you do n't fit to my demand, I shall disperse this everywhere. I will clear you my slave slut for this workweek. Do everything I say and you shall top. Now go to the room and rest. I shall wake you up when I need you again .'

Crying and weeping she was walking to her room and felt disgusting about herself. But she convinced herself that it was just the thing of a calendar week of torture. Then its going to be all fine. She never expected Mr Drake to be such a brutal man.

To be continued .
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