Yes, Dean Sir .


Rachel was a shoal hottie with a very tight physical structure. But as a 18 twelvemonth old girl would be, she was beauty without brains. She would break a tiny skirt and a tight shirt to schooltime with no IQ. Everyone knew how rich her parents were and being their simply child, she was pampered like a princess. It was rumoured that she was still a virgin. Almost everyone in the schooling wanted to bang her learning ability out.

Her final semester was few weeks away and she was failing the class unless she scored very well in the final exam one. She did n't wanted to break or else her parents would get rigid and earth her. She tried studying but she needed help. She decided to approach her school doyen, Mr. Drake Wright. He was a 56 twelvemonth old Edward White man who had divorced his wife of 22 years a few calendar month ago. He was living alone in his 4 bedroom theatre a few blocks from the school day.

One afternoon after schooltime, she went to the doyen 's office to ask for advice on how she could clear her tier. The James Byron Dean was officious and could n't spare time for her. The same happened on the side by side day and it went on happening till a week. Rachel decided to go to his theatre and babble as time was less.

Rachel 's parents were going to her aunt 's for a calendar week movement of some issue. She was alone for an entire workweek so she decided to go on the same evening when her parents left and bug out studying and assoil the examination. She was wearing a dainty inadequate summer backless dress with makeup and luxuriously dog. She wanted to use her lulu to get pourboire to score well. She knocked the door and Mr Drake answered the doorway with a glass of whisky in his hand and a cigar. He could n't tell apart her as there as a lot of students in the school. But he was happy to see a tiny pretty bitch at his threshold. She introduced herself and then he asked her to come in. She was telling him her issues and Mr Drake was engaged looking at her thin legs. Rachel said ,'it would be glad if you could aid me and get dear rafts, I really do n't want to fail.I want to stop my survey before my parents are back from my aunt 's after a week .'Mr Drake replied ,'I do n't entertain student beyond school. You can go .'Rachel insisted and was in weeping as she wanted avail to guide. Mr Drake could n't say no. He asked, 'what would I get in return .'In the hastiness to get help, she said, 'whatever you want dean sir .'There was a lusty smile on the dean 's expression. He said ,'since your parents are out for a week. Why do n't you stay at my house for a calendar week. We can eat up your study and we have each others company too'. Blonde Rachel agreed not realising what all can occur and said she would be back in an hour with her Scripture and wearing apparel.

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

Mr Sir Francis Drake told her ,'I will wee-wee trusted that you are the topper in this semester only if you agree to what I say'. She agreed .'I will be giving you the question paper and resolution to it too. But you have to do every single thing I say'. She agreed with happiness. She thought it was the respectable decision to come to him for avail. He also made her sign on a blank shell theme for his safety.

After that he asked her to support up and he slapped her hard. Rachel did n't actualize what just happened. He slapped her again and said, 'you shall be my slut for a week, or else I will fail you on purpose .'Rachel started crying but she wanted to reach and did n't roll in the hay how brutal this man could be. She said yes weeping. He tore her dress and was well-chosen to see no bra inside. 'Bitch seems you do n't wear a bra to the school too. I like your perky slight tits. Are you a Virgo ?'Rachel was feeling cheap standing in figurehead of a man older than her Father with her tits undefended. In a slow voice she said, 'yes !'. Mr Drake was very well-chosen he got a virgin for spare. He put a dog term of a contract in her neck and asked her to walk on her branch and men like a bitch. She can eat, kip, drink piddle, poop, pee only with his permit.

Mr Sir Francis Drake had a private swimming pocket billiards in his house. He took her to the pool walking on her deal and legs and ordered her to sop up his dick. He had a sword ruler in his hand. Till the time she did n't imbibe it proper, he would spank her fag. Rachel had sucked dicks but not like what Mr Drake wanted. She got a lot of spanking as her mouth was too small for the 9 inch think prick. He started gagging her and could see rent rolling down her eyes. He was happy. He pushed his cock more inside almost down her throat chocking her. He made her drink all his juice. Then he started fucking her sassing brutally and finally cumming in her mouth. She was shivering cause of the unrelenting sassing fuck. Suddenly he took a pictorial matter of Rachel in her step-in with cum dropping out of her mouth and looking like a cheap harlot. He said, 'now if you do n't suit to my demands, I shall circulate this everywhere. I will make you my slave slut for this week. Do everything I say and you shall top. Now go to the room and quietus. I shall waken you up when I need you again .'

weeping and weeping she was walking to her elbow room and felt disgusting about herself. But she convinced herself that it was just the matter of a week of twisting. Then its going to be all ok. She never expected Mr Drake to be such a fell man.

To be continued .
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