The Headmistress's Private Intern Training

The heavy oak door clicks shut, locking you inside the headmistress's private study. Professor Vance doesn't look up from her desk at first; she just lets the silence stretch until you're trembling. Then, she stands, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she approaches you. She doesn't ask; she simply grabs your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat, her eyes dark with a hunger that isn't academic. 'You've been sloppy, intern,' she growls, her hand sliding down to grip your crotch through your skirt.

She pushes you down onto the edge of the massive mahogany desk, sweeping papers aside with a single, violent motion. Without a word, she rips your panties down, exposing your soaking wet pussy to the cool air. Vance kneels between your thighs, her fingers immediately diving deep into your folds. She licks her lips, watching your face contort as she rubs your clit with a ruthless, rhythmic pressure. You moan, begging for more, but she only pushes harder, her tongue darting out to lap at your juices until you're arching your back in desperation.

'You want to learn how to serve?' she whispers, her voice thick with lust. She stands up and unzips her own skirt, pulling her lace underwear aside to reveal her swollen, dripping clit. She grabs your head, forcing your face toward her mound. 'Suck it. Harder. I want to feel your tongue deep inside my pussy.' You obey, your mouth stretching wide to take her in. You swirl your tongue around her sensitive nub, sucking her clit into your mouth while your fingers reach up to find her nipples, kneading them through her silk blouse.

She groans, her hips thrusting forward, slamming her wet heat against your mouth. She’s relentless, driving herself into your throat while she uses her hands to fuck your pussy even harder. The sound of wet slapping fills the room as her fingers stretch you open, pumping in and out of your tight walls. You're a mess of sweat and juices, your own orgasm building as she works you both toward the edge. She pulls away just long enough to flip you over, pushing you onto your hands and knees on the desk.

She climbs behind you, her breasts pressing against your back. She reaches around, her fingers sliding back into your cunt, working you with a frantic, heavy pace. 'Come for me, intern,' she commands, her voice a low rasp. She leans down, biting your shoulder as she thrusts her fingers deep into your core, mimicking the rhythm of a hard fuck. You scream as your orgasm hits, your pussy clamping tight around her hand. Seconds later, Vance follows, her body shuddering as she screams your name, her own juices coating your thighs and the desk in a messy, explicit display of dominance.