Domination - r18

The headmistress felt a cold shiver run down her spine as Julian's hand grazed her chin, tilting it up to meet his piercing gaze. She knew what was coming next and braced herself for the inevitable.

Julian's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with malice. "You know what to do," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

The headmistress felt a shiver down her spine. She knew that her fate was in his hands. Her trembling fingers opened his pants, finally managing to pull them down. The fabric fell away to reveal his cock, which stood erect and proud before her.

She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips as she took in the full extent of his arousal. Julian's smile grew more predatory, enjoying the effect he had on her.

It was a sight that took her breath away. The sheer size of it was more than she had ever seen or imagined. Her eyes widened in a mix of terror and fascination as she stared at the thick, veined cock. It was a weapon and now it was pointed directly at her.

The headmistress reached out gently, her hand shaking as she wrapped her slender fingers around his cock. The warmth and softness of his flesh sent a jolt of unexpected pleasure through her.

She began to stroke him, her movements gentle at first, but growing bolder as she felt him respond to her touch. His breath grew ragged as his chest rose and fell with each stroke.

"Suck it," Julian commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through her body.

She leaned in with her heart racing, and took the head of his cock into her mouth. It was salty and she felt the power of his arousal as she began to suck and lick at the sensitive skin.

Julian's eyes closed, his head tilting back slightly as he savored the sensation.

Suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and thrusted his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. The headmistress gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his size. She felt the muscles in her throat clench around him, and she knew that she was utterly at his mercy.

Julian held her in place, his grip tightening, as he began to fuck her face with a merciless rhythm.

Her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She fought the urge to pull away, her jaw aching from the relentless pressure, but his hand was like a vice, keeping her in place.

Each time she tried to take a breath, he would push deeper, filling her mouth until she thought she would suffocate. But she knew that if she didn't comply, the consequences would be dire.

Julian's hips began to move faster, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet and lewd sound that echoed in the silent room.

The headmistress could feel the saliva dripping down her chin, mixing with the precum leaking from the tip of his cock. The taste was strange, but not entirely unpleasant, and she found herself responding to his dominance in ways she never thought she would.

As Julian's thrusts grew more intense, she coughed trying to catch her breath, and he finally released her allowing her to pull away. She gasped for air, her cheeks flushed and eyes watering.

The headmistress had always been a strong, independent woman, but in that moment, she was utterly at his mercy. Julian's cock bobbed in front of her, glistening with her saliva, and she knew that she was going to take him again.

Without a word, he slapped her face with the head of his cock, the wet sound echoing in the room.

"Yeah, suck my cock, you fucking whore," he said, his voice filled with both lust and contempt.

It was a degradation she had never experienced before, and yet it only served to fuel her desire for him. She opened her mouth wide, and he pushed himself back in, the force of his movement making her eyes roll back in her head.

Her tongue swirled around the tip as she took him deeper than she thought possible, her throat stretching completely to accommodate his thickness.

Julian's grip on her hair tightened, and he continued to fuck her mouth with a ferocity that had her gagging and crying. His hips rocked into her face, the sound of his balls slapping against her chin each rough thrust.

Julian watched her with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, his eyes never leaving hers as he pumped in and out of her mouth.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice deep with desire. "Look at the whore you've become."

The headmistress's eyes met his, and she saw the dark excitement in them. He enjoyed her degradation, the power he had over her, and she knew that she was falling deeper into his trap with every passing moment. But she couldn't resist. Her own desire was a living, breathing entity now, demanding she satisfy this monstrous man before her.

Julian took hold of her head with both hands and pushed it down, forcing his entire length into her mouth, until his balls were pressing against her chin.. The headmistress's eyes bulged as she struggled to accommodate him, her throat convulsing around the thick base of his cock.

"Yeah, take it all you bitch," he grunted. He held her in place, her nose buried in his groin, his cock buried in her throat.

The headmistress's eyes watered uncontrollably, and she could feel her gag reflex kicking in, but she fought it down. Julian's grip on her hair tightened, and she knew she had no choice but to submit to him fully.

Her hands as it acted on instinct, reached up to tug at his wrists, silently begging him to release her. But he was unyielding and enjoyed watching the struggle play out on her face. The act of dominance and degradation, turning him on even more than he thought it would.

Julian's grip grew tighter and she realized he wasn't going to let her go. Instead, he began to fuck her throat with renewed vigor, his hips snapping against her face. The force of his thrusts making her eyes water and her nose burn.

The headmistress's chest heaved as she desperately tried to draw in air, her hands now clutching at his thighs as her nails dug into his skin.

Finally, he released his cock from her throat, and she coughed gagging, desperate to fill her lungs. Julian chuckled darkly, watching her struggle.

"You like that, don't you, whore?" He leaned down and spat in her face, the warm saliva landing on her cheeks and mixing with her tears.

The headmistress's eyes widened in shock and humiliation, but she didn't dare wipe it away. Instead, she kept her gaze locked on his.

Julian chuckled, enjoying the way she squirmed under his degradation. She had always thought herself above this kind of treatment, but here she was kneeling before him covered in his spit and cum.

"Open your mouth," Julian ordered again, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

Her mouth complied almost reflexively, her lips parting to reveal her abused throat. He stepped closer, his cock still rock hard and slick with her spit, and without another word, he pushed back into her mouth.

The headmistress choked as she fought to breathe around his thickness. Julian's hands were on her head again, controlling her movements as he began to thrust in and out of her throat with a rhythm that was unrelenting. Her throat muscles spasmed around him, desperately trying to adjust to the intrusion, and she could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, the pressure building until she thought she would pass out.