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“Loveliest,” I cooed back, my body wriggling against his hand. “And what do you want me to do?”
“Be a good girl for just once,” he remarked, his handsome face contorted with a wry little smirk, “and keep these legs spread the whole night through.” His hand purposely rolled my dress up just that little bit extra, exposing my bare slit beneath as his hard fingers explored my smooth, inner thighs.
“Be our little fuck slut,” Mr. Thatcher added on right in front of me, leaning over the bar until our lips hovered right before one another. “And we’ll knock you up. Again and again. Take such good care of you.”
I wondered how long they’d been planning for this, and the thought made my blood turn molten with arousal. Thinking about every time they’d punished me in a new light.
I swayed my hips against Mr. Robins hand, daring him to move closer to my bare pussy and feel me out, my legs opening just a fraction of an inch wider.
“I’ve never been good at being good. You two know that better than anyone,” I reminded them with a saucy smile.
Instead of feeling Mr. Robins hand upon my wet, scandalously exposed cunny, however, I felt the smack of his palm against my ass cheek, making that full cheek ripple with the impact, and coaxing a gasp from me.
“This one should be easy though,” Mr. Thatcher said to me as the stinging subsided just a little. “All you gotta do is spread your legs, and do what every beautiful girl was made to do. Then you can cruise around town, being the biggest, spoiled little brat on the island,” he said with such an impish smile of his own, right before he placed a kiss upon my lips.
He tasted nice, of liquor, and his lips were soft even though his kiss was firm. I fluttered my eyes closed as my smile widened.
I liked the sharpness of the spank on my butt, though, and I didn’t want that to be the only one.
“I’ll think about it,” I said, my voice sultry as I leaned forward on the bar, letting my cleavage become more scandalous as I pushed it towards Mr. Thatcher, my ass posed for Mr. Robins.
“No you won’t,” Mr. Robins said clearly, right before his hand landed upon my cheek again, enhancing that sting all the more. He had such a harsh, precise motion to his spanks, so cruelly rough. I knew the power behind that hand before, though. I’d felt it before that night, after all.
“C’mon,” Mr. Thatcher said to me in a low, husky voice. “We both know you won’t be able to resist giving that little pussy of yours up soon. Why not make it worthwhile?” He reached his hand out, lightly brushing back some of my blonde hair from my face. “We’ll knock you up and take care of you real good, Katie. Much better than those little punks you blew out behind the school.”
He knew.
My eyes widened in shock as I sucked in a breath. There wasn’t much he could have said that would take me off guard, but that did. Sure, it wasn’t really a crime to suck someone off, but it was frowned upon. Really frowned upon.
Like, community service frowned upon.
I tried to cover up my surprise, even though I knew it was too late.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I pouted.
A third spank landed upon my ass, harder than the first two by far, and I knew my cheeks were red and stinging.
“We let you off with blowing boys, but we’re not about to let you off with lying to us here,” Mr. Robins said so sternly, that disciplinarian in him so strong. “The only cocks you’ll be sucking from here on out, are ours. And if you’re real good, maybe we’ll let you suck the cum right out of them.”
“Once you’re good and pregnant at least,” Mr. Thatcher said with a handsome smile upon his strong-jawed face. He was quite a looker, younger than the principal by ten years or so. “We’re not brutes, Katie. We understand you’re a special girl, with special needs. If you need to suck a cock off to climax, we’ll help you out with that. But you gotta meet us halfway,” he said, the calm and soothing one of them.
My body was already crying out, needing precisely that, and I licked my lips without realizing.
Just the thought of sucking their cocks, taking their loads as they knocked me up... I couldn’t deny what it did to me. There was no point to it.
Instead, I tossed my head back and finally, blissfully, said the words we were all dying to hear.
“Okay.”
I’d sold my cunt, my womb, my body to them, but not for cheap. Especially not in light of what they had over me.
“About time,” Mr. Thatcher said, leaning in and tilting his head, pressing our lips together and thrusting his tongue in deep so it could lash against my own. He knit his fingers through my blonde hair, around to the back of my head where he pulled me into a kiss. It was such a loving, sweet motion, and I met him in kind.
It distracted me from the sounds of Mr. Robins undoing his trousers behind me, though.
Though once that thick, hard cock was nudging against my slick, exposed cunny lips, it was hard to ignore. Impossible.
That bulging crown teased long my moist labia as the older man gave an approving moan. The tip teasing into my little narrow cunny, detecting just how tight and virginal I really was.
