“Why do they call you Chocolate when you are clearly a white girl with no trace of
tar?” he asked, shocking both the girls with the vulgarity.
Sharon shook her dark chestnut locks by way of reply.
“And does that colour come out of a bottle, the same as Cream’s blonde locks?” he
asked.
By way of answer, Sharon lifted the front of her wide skirt to show her triangle of
chestnut curls, and revealing that she was wearing no underclothes at all.
“Good. I like natural colouring,” he remarked, and turned back to Maria, “Turn over
and get up on all fours,” he ordered.
He stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing exactly the kind of
ageing, hairy, sagging, unsexy body that the girls had expected. Even his prick was
nothing special; it was nowhere near the size of the ones sported by the twins. Climbing
on the bed behind Maria he pushed his prick at her cunt. Obediently she positioned it
properly with one hand and he thrust deep inside her, or at least as deep as he could.
After a few strokes he pulled back and aimed it higher himself.
“No, not that,” begged Maria, “You’ll damage me. I’ve never …”
Sharon also was horrified at what he seemed to be about to do.
“Nonsense,” snapped the Dean, “If it’s your first corn holing, it is better with a
small prick like mine than a big young one that would tear you. And you did promise
‘totally at my disposal’, didn’t you? The only reservations were expressed by Sharon, if
my memory serves me correctly.”
Maria nodded and let her shoulders sink to the bed so that her arse was even more
prominently up in the air. He pressed at her brown rosebud and slowly it opened, allowing
the head of his cock in to her body. Then he pressed hard and she screamed, turning her
face into the pillow to muffle it.
“There we are. Not so bad, is it?” he asked.
Maria did not reply, and Sharon decided to divert his attention. She was still
standing beside the bed, holding her skirt up to show her nakedness, and fascinated to see
the Dean’s penis disappear into her friend’s arse.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
When he replied she immediately regretted her offer.
“Get up on here and lick my balls, and my arse hole,” he replied, “Since you
objected before I won’t sodomise you, but you can rim me.”
The Dean had become a shrewd judge of student character over the years and he was
well aware that Sharon would do whatever he demanded, but would regret it afterwards, and
probably tell someone. Maria, on the other hand was a true submissive and would do
anything he ordered, witness her submitting so quickly to her first taste of Sodom. There
was no fear of her telling anyone either, not if he was firm with her.
Sharon climbed slowly on to the bed and took his balls in her hand. Gently she
started to lick them. Her problem was not distaste for licking his private parts, but
fear of hurting him. She had never done this for anyone before; all the twins had ever
wanted by way of variation was to fuck her face and make her swallow their cum.
“You can take one in your mouth if you are careful,” she was told, and she obeyed.
After some moments, the Dean said, “Yes, that’s nice, but now lick my arse hole.
I’m sure you can’t do any damage there.”
As Sharon tried yet another new experience, one which made her feel sick, he started
moving slowly in and out of Maria, who had stopped sobbing and seemed to be resigned to
her anal shafting, even if she wasn’t enjoying it.
Chapter 5 Chastisement
The evening became somewhat repetitious after that, the Dean first fucking one and then
the other, playing with their breasts, being sucked, and sucking and licking them to
orgasm. He was, however, very careful not to cum himself, and after that first time, he
didn’t use either of their arses again.
When he seemed to have tired of playing with their bodies, and when he could no
longer make Sharon climax whatever he did to her, he said, “Sharon, you can dress and go,
unless you want to wait for your friend.”
Sharon dressed in seconds, only having worn a sweater, skirt and shoes; then she
submissively stood in the corner of the room and waited.
“You can wait there if you want,” said the Dean, “but at your own risk. You must
not interfere with Maria’s chastisement, and I may well want to fuck you again if you are
still here.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Maria, lying on the bed exhausted.
“Maria, come here and lie across my knees. It’s time you were taught a lesson, so
that you will be a good girl when you grow up,” he ordered.
As she wearily moved herself on to his knees, he surveyed her arse. It annoyed him
slightly to see a few small bruises from his rough handling of her earlier.
‘I should have been more careful,’ he thought, ‘Then these would have been pristine
for me to paint red.’
Spreading her arse cheeks apart with one hand, he slid the forefinger of the other
into her arse hole and then withdrew it at once.
“Good,” he said, “I kept my word. There is no sign of bleeding so you aren’t
damaged.”
SPLAT!
Without warning his hand came down hard on one cheek and she yelled in pain and
surprise.
Watching the print of his hand come up in red on her creamy skin, he smiled and
said, “Scream all you like. Nobody will pay the slightest attention in this place. I’ve
heard worse than that and nobody dared to investigate. One night someone had what sounded
like a cane and was punishing some woman who kept yelling ‘No, no, no,’ and then it
stopped and two minutes later she was yelling ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ presumably as he fucked
her.”
SPLAT!
The other cheek started to colour and Maria broke into continual piteous sobbing.
SPLAT!
“Shut up, or I’ll give you something to cry for. That’s only two so far; there are
lots more to suffer yet.”
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
…
The spanking went on for so long that Sharon lost count of the blows the Dean had
struck, and Maria was reduced to a silent sobbing wreck. Her bottom was now a uniform
dark red all over. She would clearly not want to sit down any time soon, and perhaps not
for days.
Turning to where Sharon waited patiently in the corner, the Dean said, “Since you
are still here, and I don’t think your friend wants to lie on her back just yet, I’ll
finish the evening by fucking you again. Just take off your sweater, but not the skirt
and come over here.”
Sharon complied, still staring at the deep crimson arse cheeks of her sobbing friend
who was face down on the bed.
Gently, the Dean pulled her down on to her back on the bed, smoothing her skirt
under her, and lifting the front of it. Climbing between her legs he buried his now fully
engorged prick into her sopping cunt in a single thrust. It had been there several times
before during the evening, but this time Sharon sensed it was for real; he wasn’t going
to stop short of cumming.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered in her ear, “I’ve had a vasectomy. You won’t get
pregnant.”
With that he began pumping with gusto and soon came, filling her with a considerable
amount of jism. After he stopped twitching inside her he rolled off her and sighed.
Sharon made to get up, but her stayed her with one hand.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, “Lie there for a few minutes and let it all run out of
you, down your arse crack and on to your skirt. I want you to feel a proper little
leaking slimy slut when you go back to your dorm, and I want to mark that skirt so you
will remember everything again tomorrow when you see the stain.”
When she heard his words, Sharon felt utterly used and dirty. Then she discovered
that it seemed right that she should feel like that; he was the Dean of Studies, wasn’t
he? He had the power to make her do what he wanted, and somehow that gave him the right
to do what he had. If he ever ordered her to make herself available to him, she knew she
would, even if he wanted bottom to spank and to use, as he had done to Maria.
It was only eleven o’clock when they left the Dean, Sharon realised, but it seemed
she had been in the motel for days. Many of her muscles ached from the contortions he had
demanded, her breasts were bruised, her leaking vagina felt sore and, worse, gaping open.
She had to drive them back while Maria crouched in the back seat, being careful not to let
anything touch her bottom.
‘But it was worth it,’ she thought, ‘At least we are not to be sent home in
disgrace. Poor Maria, being spanked and having her bottom done, as well as being fucked.
It’s a good job for me that his hand did not have the staying power that his prick did. I
wonder if he will want us again?’
After that night he never made the slightest move towards her, and she never offered
herself, but she just knew she was finished with anyone who wasn’t powerful enough to take
her.
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