Alex Stuart is Head of Art at Asheton Hall College. This
is a very exclusive institution, with a long, proud history in the advanced
education of young ladies.
Mr. Stuart is quite young to hold such a
responsible post. He is a strikingly handsome man; tall and well built, with
dark hair and eyes. He is much admired by the students, all of whom are over
eighteen years of age, but very few are still virgins.
Many of them have secret fantasies, which
involve him in wildly improbable encounters with strong sexual overtones. A few
imagine having him helpless, while they have their wicked highly sexual way
with him. But others, less dominant, think of him having them completely
helpless and inflicting exquisitely painful punishments, before screwing them
to distraction.
Some fantasise regularly about
him screwing them senseless, one way or another. They often use their fingers
and over-active imaginations until they achieve hot breathless orgasms.
Some of the students are in their mid-twenties.
Most of them have money but some have far too much money, which comes regularly
from their wealthy, doting parents. Most of them have a very strong interest in
sex, which comes naturally.
Most of these privileged girls have led lives
of bored luxury, and have fairly low moral values as a result. Some have morals
that would be better suited to an alley cat, while a few apparently have no
morals at all!
These are the real ringleaders. They, and the
groups of students they led, would tackle anything that offered any sort of
thrill they hadn’t yet experienced. But they’d already tried almost everything,
some legal, but mostly illegal, in the booze, dope, and sexual areas of endeavour - especially the sex. This was why they’d
been invited to leave previous educational establishments, prior to being
enrolled at Asheton Hall.
Some of the students felt sure they were
madly in love with Alex, and, in a few cases, he with them. He never gave them
any chance to prove this, though he was tempted at times by the brash offers
and suggestions he received fairly regularly. These came mainly from students
who entertained serious thoughts of seduction. He knew that some of the girls
would try anything at least once - and probably already had - especially if it
was sexual - more so if it was somewhat perverted.
Alex hadn’t seen Frank Wilson since
mid-morning. There was something rather odd about Mr. Wilson. Alex was wary of
his habit of using dope - especially at, or soon after, lunchtime.
Mr. Wilson was the senior Art teacher, but he
wasn’t the usual laid-back, freewheeling, arty type - he was a lot worse! Crazy
Frank wasn’t the type of person you’d expect to find teaching the privileged
daughters of wealthy parents at an exclusive college for young ladies. But he
did teach them; sometimes things far beyond the normal Art curriculum and often
well beyond any normal activities that privileged young ladies might be
expected to indulge in.
Why Frank was so popular with the students -
especially the seniors - had baffled Alex for a long time. Perhaps his casual,
don’t-give-a-damn attitude, and his weird erratic sense of humour matched their constant desire for illicit excitement and
further wild sexual experiences.
Alex was fairly sure that Crazy Frank
encouraged them, by joining in their fun and games. Perhaps he encouraged them
even more by suggesting, now and again, some unusual mischievous lechery the
girls hadn’t yet thought of, such as bondage. Rumour had it that he ran regular competitions, grading the senior students
on their sexual capabilities. There had even been rumours that he’d screwed the
winners, but Alex had never been certain of this.
As it was vital to his continued academic
success, Frank, and the senior girls in his Art classes, kept all their illicit
activities a closely-guarded secret...
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‘Do you know where I can find Mr. Wilson?’
Alex asked a very pretty young blonde student.
She was a First Year pupil, aged eighteen. She
had a very supple well-developed figure; impressive breasts, a slim waist, splendid
hips and a sensual manner that made her seem much older. She gave Alex a long
look that spoke volumes for her natural inclinations, and her sexual
capabilities.
‘Yes, sir,’ she replied, smiling archly. ‘He’s
taking the senior Advanced Art class. They’re doing Life Drawing this
afternoon, in the small Art room.’
‘Thanks very much.’
Alex gave her a neutral smile. She returned
this with interest, and then went on her way with a fine display of lithe body
language. She moved well, and she knew it. Her hips swayed and her bottom
flexed attractively enough to catch Alex’s interest as she walked down the
corridor and went into a classroom.
He smiled, then pulled his thoughts away from
her impressive body and likely sexual capabilities, and put his mind back to
the job in hand.
Life Drawing, he thought. With the senior
Advanced Art class! Knowing Frank, and that group of
unprincipled bitches, that would be with a live model. Male, if they
could persuade Frank - and probably nude! Where, and how, Frank managed to find
the young men and women to model for his art classes also baffled Alex.
He didn’t trust Frank, alone all afternoon
with that class and a naked model, male, or female. With his odd sense of humour and the no doubt willing help of his immoral students,
the model might be hopelessly drunk by now, or, doped-up to the gills.
Alex never guessed that a male model might
perhaps be tied up, totally helpless, while Frank stage-managed some
extravagant Arty orgy. Or, he might even be spread-eagled on Frank’s table,
flat on his back, with a rigid erection, and his wrists and ankles tied to the
legs. He would be gagged, to keep him quiet, while the senior girls amused
themselves with him. Before this got too serious, the girls would blindfold him,
to protect their anonymity. Then the fun would usually involve them making him come,
until he couldn’t come any more, or screwing him until he couldn’t maintain an erection.
Frank preferred female models, of course, for
obvious personal reasons. This wasn’t too popular with his senior students, but
he had an unfailing admiration of the naked human body - especially for lithe
female bodies. In this case, students with other sexual interests would deal
with the model, but with similar results. Either drunk, or, doped to the gills,
the naked model would be spread-eagled on Frank’s table, with her wrists and
ankles tied to the legs. Then she would be provoked until she was thoroughly
aroused, with nipples like red bullets, pussy bulging and her clitoris erect.
The girls would then amuse themselves, by making her come, as often as
possible.
Alex had no idea of this possible sexual
activity, of course, but he decided he’d better make sure that all was well. If
Frank was high - and at that time of day he might well be - that could easily
develop into Big Trouble! He’d tried almost every drug known to man, plus a few
known only to savage South American Indians. Anything might happen! And, with
that senior class of sexually enthusiastic deviants, it probably would!