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I flinch when her trailing fingers reach my crotch.

Veronica laughs softly at my reaction, purring with pleasure as she palms my stiff cock where it’s straining under my pants.

“So eager…” She croons, biting her lip and enjoying my reaction when she unzips my suit pants and drags them down my thighs. Her fingers soon teasing a glistening spot on my briefs where my pre-cum has already started leaking through… I’m not normally this desperate, but it really has been a while for me.

She’s leaning over me where I’m sat in this chair, presenting the most incredible view of what's swaying wondrously close to my face… Her huge, gorgeous tits – nipples stiff under her thin blouse.

She smiles at my rapt focus, Veronica's dainty hand reaching under the waistband of my underwear to play with my dick while she speaks softly.

“You like them, don’t you? I noticed you looking earlier – you’ve barely been able to take your eyes off them…”

I can only nod, dumbstruck.

She smells incredible – perfume drifting up from her deep cleavage. Neckline of her button-up blouse giving me a tantalizing view of her vast, creamy-soft breasts with every movement from her arm as she slowly pumps my rigid, straining cock.

“You can touch them if you like…”

Her words make me moan – a shuddering sigh of longing that catches me off-guard with its intensity. Loud enough to echo off the dark, panelled walls of this ornate boarding school office.

I’m not normally this needy... but I don’t seem to be able to think straight.

What the hell is wrong with me? I’m beyond obsessed by this woman right now – head spinning, pulse racing. I’m hot too – sweating bullets, gasping and panting while she continues to languidly stroke my prick in her soft hand and smile at my reaction to her offer.

I watch my hands move, almost like they belong to someone else. This feels so weird, my arousal so intense. I don’t think I’ve been this turned on since my twenties…

Her tits feel incredible… Soft and full – astonishingly heavy. Veronica groans when I squeeze them, swaying her ass side to side where it’s pushed out behind her, weaving her wide behind in a delicious figure-eight.

I imagine those thick thighs pressed together beneath her tight pencil skirt – her slick, creaming cunt waiting for me. The thought makes me groan and twitch, thick drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip of my dick to run down Veronica's knuckles.

“I’d worried I was the only one who found Amelia’s video arousing…” She murmurs next to my ear, clipped tones from before now melting into something slurred and soft. Veronica stops stroking me just long enough to unbutton her blouse, revealing an ivory balcony bra with sheer lace cups.

I’m so turned on, I can barely breathe when she continues speaking…

“But looks like I’m not alone in enjoying that kind of dirty talk – am I, Mr Gables?” She laughs when I try to answer but find I can’t, a husky squeak all I can manage as she stands close to the arm of my chair and guides my hands back to her perfect tits in that pretty bra. “No… You’re just like me, I think… Shaking with desire - nearly overcome by it... Leaking all over yourself while a pregnant nineteen year-old cumslut describes being bred by a huge dick while her girlfriends suck on her tits…”

Her tone… It’s changed.

Veronica’s breathless, haughty arousal from before now replaced with something else. Something faintly mocking. Harder edged; sultry and knowing… She sounds younger now too, my disbelief and suspicion about the youthful appearance of this Headmistress starting to blend with other feelings of unease.

I can’t stop touching her though… Sitting up like some eager puppy to palm and grope her gorgeous boobs. Watching her mocking smile, the slightly cruel curl to her lip… She hitches her skirt while I play, dragging that tight woollen pencil skirt as high as she can up her wide hips. Exposing her stockings, dark lace tops of the thigh-high pantyhose a contrast with the pale, creamy skin near her pretty underwear. A soft, musky paradise I want to bury my face in…

“Such a lucky, lucky girl…” Veronica groans - Then gasps when my hand darts between her legs, taking my chance to cup her mound and soaked-through panties before she removes my eager digits from that molten heaven and places my hand firmly on her waist.

“Eager boy.” She chastises me, panting as a dark blush paints her cheeks. “Interrupting me when I’m trying to tell you something… For that, you’ll have to watch – no touching…”

Placing my hands on the arms of the chair, she steps back until her ass is pressed up against the desk behind. I watch her unhook her bra and wriggle out of her skirt, my heart racing, thudding pulse in my cock almost painful now. A deep ache growing under my balls where I’m desperate to touch myself and relieve this pressure.

“Now… As I was saying…” She purrs, caressing her tits and pinching gently at her nipples before letting a hand drift below her waist. Eyes fluttering when she pushes fingers under the waistband of sheer, lacy knickers and starts to play in the dainty blond bush beneath. “Amelia was such a lucky girl, getting her tight little cunt all stretched out over that boy’s big dick. Getting to feel the moment he filled her up… Coated her womb with his seed…”

I can’t stop myself, hurriedly pushing my briefs down my thighs and jerking my bursting prick to the sight of this gorgeous creature touching herself in front of me.

“I like knowing when a man is enjoying my body, Mr Gables.” That dark, cruel confidence again… “I fucking love it when he can’t take it any longer…” She sounds so different now. “When he loses control and just has to cum on me or in me, shaking and whimpering…” She laughs derisively at my long moan of arousal, so, so close to losing it myself now. I can’t believe how into her I am – how I can barely think about anything else.

“Is that what you want, Mr Gables?” She taunts. “You want to paint my curves with your cum? Yes?” Her voice is shaky, those fingers rubbing in her panties moving faster now, beautiful breasts jiggling as she gets close and starts to pant breathlessly. “You want this sexy fucking slut to milk your cock between her fat tits?”

“Gha… God, aaahhh… Please!” I sound like I’m drunk, slack-jawed and practically drooling - all dignity long departed.

She’s on her knees in a heartbeat, that mocking look in her eye once more. Youthful face caught in a haughty sneer as she pushes my legs apart and rests the weight of her breasts on my thighs.

“Yeah?” She croons, her posh ‘Queen’s English’ accent replaced by something throaty and common – aural filth, husky and cruel. “You want to cum between these big tits, you fucking pervy cunt?”

I can’t answer for gasping, hands shaking and knuckles white where I’m grasping the arms of the chair. I nod, mouth open… Then cry out when I feel her huge, soft breasts envelope my stiff cock completely – my eyes rolling back at the sound of her spitting into the warm, soft swaddle of her cleavage for lubrication.

“Do it…” She demands as I start to whimper, even just the pressure of her tits around my member enough to have me right on the ragged edge. When she pushes them together and starts to jerk me off… I’m lost in seconds….

My hoarse moans are almost embarrassingly shrill - but I can’t remember ever being this turned on before. Edged so quickly and expertly... It’s incredible. I hold back as long as I can, desperate to last as long as humanly possible - enjoy every second of this siren slut’s amazing body.

“Do it…” Veronica repeats, nearly shouting now. “Do it, you filthy fucker. Cum  for me – give me that fucking cum!”

Wailing loudly enough for it to echo off the high ceiling, I erupt… Shuddering and bucking in this creaky old chair as I empty my balls into Veronica’s stunning cleavage.

I’m gasping, shocked at how much is coming out, each throbbing pump producing a torrent of warm cum from the head of my cock - happy, spurting prick buried deep in her perfect, milky pillows.

Veronica’s laughing – a deep, harsh chuckle. Mocking my needy release… “Yes - that’s it! That’s it! Fuck…there’s so much…” She sighs with pleasure, that sneer back on her face again. “Oh, you stupid, horny fuck… You men are so fucking easy – you all want the same thing, don’t you?”

Coming down from my immense orgasm, I look into her eyes, expecting at least some tiny comfort from her in my vulnerable state.

The cool, hazel stare that meets my gaze is full of cold loathing instead…

Laughing, she shuffles back and gets to her feet, letting my flaccid, dribbling prick flop from between her magnificent breasts and onto my thigh. Still light-headed, I look on - confused as Veronica takes an empty tea cup from the desk and starts to scrape sticky cum from her impressive bust into the porcelain.

I try to ask her what she’s doing, eerie sense of cognitive dissonance now overwhelming as post-nut clarity starts to sink in.

But I can’t.

I can’t speak, mouth slack, drooling over my shirt and tie. I can’t move my arms either, hands flopping uselessly off the arms of the chair to dangle at my sides. I panic when I hear the door to her office open behind me, trying and failing to turn and see who’s entered a room I thought was private…

“Did you get it then, babe?” A male voice asks from out of sight.

Veronica grins at the man behind me. “The cum or the footage?” She replies, before giggling and looking over at me with something approaching pity. “Awww… He looks so pathetic now. How is it they never notice the tea tastes like shit before they go all goofy?”

“He is American, love… Probably never had a proper cup of tea before…” That calm male voice again.

Veronica ignores his answer, looking over in my direction once more and carrying on in a patronizing tone. Youthful excitement in her voice all but confirming what I’d come to suspect – that the ‘Veronica’ I’d met earlier was all an act…

“Oh, but you did so well, Mr Gables! – so, so well… I’ll have to watch it back, but I’m pretty sure you were in shot the whole time. That bit when you grabbed my pussy was inspired, by the way! You looked like such a horny old creep! I’m so glad we got that on tape. Great job, really… You’ve given us more than enough…”

I try to speak again but fail – head lolling forwards and my vision blurring. As the darkness closes in, I notice a tall man in dark green clothing step round from behind my chair to greet  ‘Veronica’. Cupping her jaw and tilting her chin before kissing her passionately - his other hand moving down between her legs.

Eyes closing as I start to drift in and out of consciousness, my hearing is the last sense to leave me.

The lusty, desperate moans of that gorgeous bitch cumming her brains out over this lucky fucker’s fingers the last thing I hear before I slide into the dark.

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Thank you for reading part 2! Hope you're enjoying this series - if you are then don't worry, part 3 should be with you in just a couple of days :)