The Daring Naughty Sleepover - S01 E38

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The Daring Naughty Sleepover - S01 E38

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 38

Mr. Keizer growled, "You fucking sluts. Suck my cock." He knew he didn't have to whisper, the music room was soundproof. This was turning out better than he could have expected.

He grabbed Stacy around the waist and picked her up, holding her light body close to his chest.

"You, start sucking!" he said, pointing to Cindy before fumbling with his belt. Once his pants fell, he pushed Cindy down to her knees with one hand. Then, he forcibly opened Stacy's bouse and noticed a button pop off. He latched onto her tit and sucked it hard.

"Ow! Oh, don't.., stop! Stacy whined, as he slurped on her nipple. It felt like he was trying to suck her nipple completely off of her small breast.

"Quit looking at it and start sucking my cock," he barked to Cindy.

"I have work to do."

Mr. Keizer molested both of Stacy's breasts and then dropped her on her feet. He shoved his hand down the front of Stacy's skirt, into her panties, and began fingering her pussy. "You're soaking wet," he sneered. "Tramp." He pushed Stacy's panties out of the way and gripped Stacy's ass. He ran his fat fingers down Stacy's crack and probed her ass-hole.

"Ow!" Stacy cried again as his finger tried to penetrate her ass without any lubrication.

"Better get that ass-hole ready for something bigger than my finger by Friday," he said. "Now, suck my balls, while your cock-loving friend chokes on my dick." He pushed Stacy down next to Cindy.

Reluctantly, Stacy began lapping at Mr. Keizer's balls before sucking one of the low-hanging orbs into her mouth. Cindy bobbed her head on Mr. Keizer's shaft.

Mr. Keizer called them every foul name he could think of, "Sluts, whores, trollops, bitches, cock-suckers, dick-lovers and cum guzzlers, as he encouraged them to work harder and faster. With two sets of lips and tongues on his cock and balls, he knew he wouldn't last long. He had a hard-on ever since they left his office earlier. Watching his new video helped his arousal too. Besides, had reports to file by the end of the day. He'd give these teenage sluts what they asked for, and then get back to work. Maybe he

could give them detentions after school hours as well?

"Arrgghh!" Mr. Keizer grunted, feeling his imminent orgasm beginning to build behind his balls. He tried to intensify the feeling. He gripped Cindy's head with both hands and began thrusting his shaft into her mouth, curving his hips and pivoting his hard cock up, and into, Cindy's gagging throat.

Stacy watched her friend being abused, but said nothing. She even fondled the Vice-Principal's balls after he barked another order at her.

Feeling the small fingers ticking his nut-sack, and hearing the slurps and gagging sounds emanating from his crotch, his balls tightened and his prostate clenched and pulsed.

"Take it, slut!" Mr. Keizer grunted, and blasted Cindy's throat with his warm ejaculate. He drove his cock into Cindy's mouth again and again and didn't stop until his balls were emptied.

"Aaaah," Mr. Keizer sighed, as he wiped his oozing cock onto Cindy's lips. He pulled up his pants and tucked his cock into his shorts. "Thanks for the blowjob, cunts," he said. "Be in my office Friday at lunch-hour. Sharp."

"But we'll miss our lunch!" Cindy whined.

"Your problem, not mine. Besides, I'll be stuffing your asses full of cock and maybe giving you something else to eat."

He laughed.

Cindy and Stacy were in still in the music room, talking about what an ass-hole Mr. Keizer was, when they heard the announcement over the school's PA system. It was Mr. Kezer's voice. He sounded angry. "Cindy Chatterley. Stacy Slusher. Come to the Vice- Principal's office immediately."

"Hello, Mr. Keizer!" Cindy said cheerfully. "So nice to see you again!"

"Hey ass-hole!" Stacy added. "What can we do for you? Maybe you want to rape us again?" She smiled.

"Listen cunts! I'll have you put in jail!" Mr. Keizer was fuming. "I know your responsible for this!" He waved his arms, gesturing to his ransacked office. Books were pulled off their shelving, His desk was cleared, the picture of him and his wifer was shattered upon the ground.

"Huh?" Cindy replied. "What happened to your office?" She looked around innocently, as if just noticing the mess.

"We were with you, remember?" Stacy said. "We couldn't have done this."

"Yeah, we have witnesses who saw you pushing us into the music room, Cindy said.

You fucking bitches," he said, losing his temper. "And, where's my god-damn cellphone?" He pointed his finger at them as he spoke. "Even if you did manage to steal my recording hardware and reformat my computer that's school property, you know, probably a federal crime I'm still going to tell your parents and get you expelled!"

"Oh? You lost your all your dirty movies you made filming underage teenagers?" Cindy said. "Aw, that's too bad! Your cell phone probably fell out of your pants pocket when you were raping us. I hope you didn't have anything incriminating on it, like dirty pictures and movies, maybe?"

"You're missing your movies?" Stacy said. "Wait, I have a movie for you!" She fiddled with her cell-phone and held it up for him to see.

Mr. Keizer watched with horror. He watched himself abusing Cindy and Stacy in the music room. It must have been taken from the closet. Through the phone's small speaker, he heard Stacy's voice; "Ow! Oh, don't.., stop!" He then heard himself ordering Cindy to suck his cock.

The color drained from his face.

"And, I have a mouth-full of your cum - I mean your DNA - to prove we were nowhere near your office when this was done," Cindy said.

"Don't forget the cum he shot in your hair," Stacy added. "And, unlike you, we have back-ups, so don't even think about trying to take my phone from me."

He was screwed. No more blackmail material. No more wonderful sex to compensate him for years of sexual frustrations. Plus, they had recordings of him physically abusing teen-age girls. 'Oh, god! If they ever find the pictures and movies, he took over the past few years! The upskirt photos, the girl's locker room and their lavatory!"

"What do you girls want?" Mr. Keizer said. "I have money in the bank. And my retirement fund!" Damn, he didn't want to lose his retirement fund. At least he still had his pension. Oh god! He could lose his pension if this went public!"

"Besides an apology?" Cindy said.

"Fuck the apology. I want his balls cut off, Stacy said.

The two girls felt a surge of power and confidence. While it was fun to tease men and make them do things by using their bodies, this was different. Even though they were smaller and weaker, they were now more powerful than this mean, perverted, man. They had Mr. Keizer by the balls and Stacy wanted to keep squeezing them until they popped.

"All your money is a good start," Stacy said. "Maybe straight A's and a permanent hall pass? We'll think of something"

"We'd make you lick our pussies and ass-holes while we have our lunch, but you'd probably get off on that, pervert," Cindy said.

"Let's go Cin," Stacy said. "Mr. Keizer has some cleaning up to do." She began to walk away and noticed his family photo on the floor. She bent over to look at it, knowing Mr. Keizer was staring at her naked ass something he could only look at from now on, and never touch again.

"Nice picture," Stacy said. She straightened up, smoothed here skirt, and walked away, first stepping on the picture and grinding her foot onto the smiling faces looking up at her. The crackling of the shattered glass added an exclamation point to their exit.

"Mmmmm," Stacy said, sucking Mr. Wilson's cock. She gave it a slurp and then looked up at him. "We love your cock, Uncle Chuck"

"Mmmm, mmmmm," Cindy said, sucking on his hairless balls.

The three partners in crime were in Mr. Wilson's spare bedroom, lying naked on the bed. Cindy and Stacy continued worshiping Mr. Wilson's throbbing erection.

"Thanks for helping us today," Cindy said. "I don't know what we would have done without you."

"No problem," Mr. Wilson said. "The moron had all of his office cameras fed into a single unit with nothing going to the net. Your school is too cheap to spring for WiFi, I guess. He had copies on his school computer of course, along with a lot of other stuff he could be arrested for, but I saved that before I re-formatted it. We have all of that too, if we ever need it."