It's only been three days since your encounter with your new Housemaster. Three long, nerve-wracking days.
You haven't seen much of the man since that day. He's spent most of the time in his office, almost certainly focusing on settling in properly. The only times you've seen him outside of said office is during school assembly, and even then he seems like his mind is elsewhere. You can't decide if his lack of presence in the dorms is a good thing or not.
On the one hand, if he's cooped up in his office, you don't have to go out of your way to avoid him. What happened three days ago was… well, it was wrong. Sinful, shameful, divine… you don't think you'll ever be able to look Housemaster Michaelis in the eyes ever again, not without imagining his hand between your legs. Honestly, the way that he made you feel… you hate to admit it, but you've never felt more alive than you did in those few moments. The pleasure was almost unreal, and a part of you is desperate to feel it again.
On the other hand, if you can't speak to him, how will you know if he's told the Headmaster your secret or not? He'd told you he wouldn't, but how long will his silence last? He's a teacher, after all, and it's his duty to inform the Headmaster if anyone has broken any cardinal rules, or anything else along those lines. As The Bard once said, 'Truth will out', and you're terrified that yours will be out before you get the chance to finish your education.
These thoughts have been circling in your mind for the last three days, making concentrating on things difficult. More than once you've been caught staring dreamily out of the windows, and you've almost bumped into just about every other dorm member. Then there's your dreams; your wild, erotic dreams, the kind that make you want to call out your Housemaster's name in pure ecstasy. Those dreams are the most dangerous things, as it's hard to interpret a wanton moan of someone's name as anything other than a sexual thing. If one of the boys hears you…
You know in your heart that you have to pay the Housemaster a visit, for the sake of your mental well-being. You need to know what he plans to do with you, and when he plans to do it. The uncertainty is the thing that's bothering you the most, and you know that talking to him is the only way to rectify that.
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It's late afternoon, and most of the boys are outside, soaking up what is sure to be the last of the sun's rays before winter sets in. You have no time for such frivolity; you have a Housemaster to talk to.
You make your way to his office, hoping that no one notices you. You'd hate to have to lie to someone about why you wish to meet with your Housemaster. What could you tell them? Your grades are excellent, so it's not like you need extra tuition. Still, that's a much better reason to give than 'he knows I'm a woman, and I want to find out if he's going to tell the Headmaster'. You'd be expelled on the spot.
Mercifully, the faculty also seem to be occupied today, as your journey to the office is competed without interference.
You hesitate outside the door. Are you really about to do this? Are you really about to voluntarily put yourself in a situation where you're alone in an office with an attractive member of the opposite sex? A member who, on your last visit to this office, made you feel incredible? How are you supposed to question him when all you're going to be able to think about his how amazing his fingers felt when they slipped inside you. Would he be willing to do that again maybe? You doubt it. That was a one-off, you're certain of it. He wouldn't do something like that again. He might be a man, but he's also a professional. You're unlikely to do anything sexual with him a second time.
You push all of your thoughts away, take a deep breath, and give the door a firm knock.
His response is almost immediate. 'Enter.'. Well, here goes everything.
Slowly, you open the door, your heart beating faster than ever before. How will he react to seeing you again? Will he be pleased? Surprised? Angered? Will this only make things worse?
You close the door behind you, and your eyes immediately fall on Housemaster Michaelis.
The man is sat there, several of his shirt buttons undone, casually going over paperwork. His hair dark hair is dishevelled, his glasses are precariously perched on the edge of his nose, and you can he the top of his pecks thanks to his lack of buttons. To put it bluntly, he looks sexy, and you're suddenly finding concentration very difficult.
When he looks up from his paper to see who's decided to pay him a visit, he smirks. 'Well, this is a pleasant surprise. I was rather hoping you might pay me another visit soon. Still, I was thinking it would take longer than three days for you to break. Do you truly desire my touch that much?' You should be angry at him for assuming that is the reason you came here, but you can't bring yourself to feel anything other than arousal. Why are you here, again?
You shake your head, trying to clear your mind. 'That's not why I'm here, Sir.'
His raises his eyebrows. 'Oh? That's a pity, I was so looking forward to playing with you again. I even had the perfect little scenario all worked out in my head. I think you would look wonderful stretched out along my desk...' Must he say things like that? He's driving you mad! You have to fight the urge to rub your legs together, lest he find out just how much he's affecting you.
You a deep breath. 'I need to know when you plan to tell the Headmaster about me.'
Housemaster Michaelis' smirk widens. 'I wasn't planning on telling him at all. Not while I still have my own plans for you. I'd be happy to tell you what those plans are, if you'd be willing to do something for me.' The look in his eyes screams sex, and you're certain his request is going to be completely obscene.
You move closer to him, your hormones hijacking your body. You're more than willing to hear what he wants, and you want to hear what he has planned for you. After all, that is the purpose of this visit. You want answers, and he's willing to give them to you, in exchange for a favour.
You stop just in front of his desk, biting your lip in anticipation. 'What do you want me to do, Sir?' Using the honorific like that makes you feel so dirty, but you can't help yourself. He hasn't told you to stop using it either, so he must like it too.
He crooks his finger, indicating that he wants you to come closer. You walk around his desk, stopping directly in front of him. Your body is practically touching his, which does nothing to sooth either your nerves or your arousal.
He looks up at you, a glint of something devious in his crimson eyes. 'Tell me, do you know what fellatio is?' You think you've heard the term before, but you're not certain what it means. You shake your head. 'My, you really are a total innocent, aren't you? On your knees, girl. I'm about to teach you something interesting.' You comply without question, excitement building within you.
Your new position puts your face directly in front of his crotch, a clear bulge visible in his crotch area. Housemaster Michaelis undoes his trousers, before pulling them and his underwear down to his knees. This allows his erection to stand to attention, free from any restraints. It's the first time you've ever seen a penis up-close, and you can't help but find it slightly intimidating; that's supposed to fit between your legs?
Your mouth falls open in shock, which pleases the Housemaster. 'I take it you've never seen an erection before, have you? No matter, you'll be well-acquainted with mine before too long.
'Now then, why don't I explain what I expect of you? You're already part-way there; I'll need you to keep that dainty little mouth of yours open for me, understand?' You nod, keeping your jaw slack. 'Good girl. Now, come closer. I want your head between my legs.' Again, you comply, as you realise where this is going.
Sure enough, as soon as you're in position, Housemaster Michaelis weaves a hand through your hair, and grips onto it tightly. 'So obedient. Keep this up, and I might just have to reward you. Now, clever girl that you are, I'm sure that you've already figured out what comes next. Are you still willing to comply?' He has really poor timing. As if you could really back out now! Just thinking about having his erection in your mouth is ruining your underwear!
You look up at him from under your lashes. 'Yes, Sir.' You answer, hoping you've conveyed just how much you want this.
The Housemaster wastes no more time, guiding your open mouth to his waiting tip. 'Tease it with your tongue, girl.' This new nickname of his is making you feel even filthier. Your tongue effortlessly leaves your mouth, and begins to swirl itself around the head of his length, the skin of it soft underneath your flexible muscle.
Housemaster Michaelis' grip on your hair tightens. 'That's it, good girl, I think you're going to be a natural at this. Normally, I'd expect you to tease me more, but I fear you've gotten me rather flustered. Now, stop what you're doing, and open wide again. I want to see how much of me you can take.' Your tongue immediately halts its ministrations, returning to your now-open mouth. The Housemaster's grip on your hair remains firm as he guides your mouth over his erection, before pushing your head down.
He manages to get about half of it in before you gag. He chuckles. 'Not bad at all for a beginner. Now, I'm going to keep moving your head up and down, and I want to see if you can take me any deeper. If you can't, don't worry; I intend to train you. For now, just do the best that you can, while I tell you what I have planned for you. Oh, and feel free to slip a hand into your own under-things; I want you to learn how your body works. Consider this practical tuition.' With that, he tugs your head back, his erection slipping out of your mouth with an obscene squelching. He wastes no time forcing it back in, as he begins to fuck your face in earnest.
You decide to take his advice, and slide a hand into your underwear. You've never touched yourself like this before, so you're a little lost. You try to remember what Housemaster Michaelis had done to make you feel so good, but it's hard to focus with him using your mouth like this. You can feel your jaw ache already, and you haven't been at it for very long. How long will it take for him to reach a climax? Will he help you with yours after you're done with his?
Certain that he will, you let your hand wander absent-mindedly around your opening, no longer aiming for anywhere specific. Instead, you focus on pleasing your partner, hoping that your efforts will be rewarded.
The Housemaster lets a series of low moans, your efforts clearly appreciated. 'That's it, good girl. Such a good little whore. You were born to do this this. I'm going to have so much fun with you. Ah, that reminds me, my plans for you are as follows;
'In exchange for keeping your dirty little secret, I expect you to report to this office at least once a week. I intend to use your body to pleasure myself, just as I am now. Fear not though, for I shall make sure that you are not left wanting. I may call you 'girl' now, but I will make you a woman. I have already told you I'll have you begging for me, and I will.
'However, if you decide to back out of our agreement, or if you let anybody else know what goes on in these 'private sessions' of ours, I shall have to tell the Headmaster about you. I doubt he'd be willing to show you as much lenience as I have. So, does that answer your question, or do we need to do this again for my message to sink in?' He pulls you off of his erection so you can answer him.
You take in a few breaths, glad that you don't have to breathe through your nose for a moment. 'I understand, Sir. You just tell me when you want me, and I'll come to you.' He's blackmailing you again, and you know it, but it could be so much worse. So far, you've gotten some kind of perverse pleasure from all of this, and you're certain it will only get better. Besides, this is a great opportunity to learn about sex, something that they don't teach you in the classroom. Not only that, but having a faculty member who wants your secret to remain undetected can only be a good thing, can't it? The situation seems like a win-win, and it would be foolish to refuse him. After all, what would your father think if you were kicked out of school?
Housemaster Michaelis sets you to work again straight away, quickening his pace considerably. He seems to grow even harder, something you didn't think possible. Does this mean he's close to finishing?
The Housemaster starts moaning again, his voice strained. 'Good girl. Now, I think it's time we finished today's lesson. Have you been playing with yourself as I suggested?' Your hand had stopped moving ages ago, your mind focused solely on him. 'If you haven't, them I'm setting you some homework. You must bring yourself to climax at least once before your next visit. As I told you a moment ago, you need to learn how your body works. Can you do that for me?' So he's not going to help you out, after all? Bastard! Still, he didn't say he was going to, you just assumed that he would. Guess it's true what they say about assumption…
He doesn't pull you of to answer this time; he apparently has another use for your mouth. Before you have time to register what's happening, Housemaster Michaelis lets out a low groan, and your mouth begins to be filled up by some kind of liquid. You swallow it reflexively, cringing at the taste. It's bitter, and just a bit salty. Not the worse thing you've ever had in your mouth, but definitely not the best.
When the liquid is gone, your head is pulled back again, your Housemaster's erection growing limp in front of you. It doesn't look quite as intimidating as it did before, especially now that you've had it in your mouth.
The Housemaster uses his thumb to wipe saliva from your lips, as he tilts your head up to face him. 'You swallowed without prompting? You are the perfect plaything. We're going to have such fun together. Now, why don't you go off and do your homework? It'll be best to do it while the lesson is still fresh in your mind, wouldn't you agree?' That may be the best advice you've had all day.
'I'll be sure to do that, Sir. I'll tell you how I got on next week.' You offer him a sweet smile, which he devours with his eyes. Before he can say anything else, you exit the room, leaving the man to sort himself out.
As soon as you get out of the office, you feel your heart beat even faster. Did you really just agree to start an affair with your Housemaster?!
The dampness between your legs confirms that that is exactly what you just did.