The Prussian Girls by P. N. Dedeaux Read Free Book Online

her short but very round buttocks and fleecy mound in front. He hastened to let it free, while she, moving in spraddle-step, placed herself against her ormulu desk, over which she leaned pensively on her elbows.
    “Heard any more from Dessau, Karl? I don't suppose so. Heavens, it's been a busy day. Always is, at start of term like this.” She shook herself and arched up her bottom. “Now stick it up me like a good Commanding Officer. You… beast.”
    The big man approached her grinning with lust, his turgid tool fisted in front. Placing himself centrally, he addressed his dribbling Cyclops eye at the trim twinned bud of her belly, set under the clefting of her already swaying cheeks. He nuzzled the outer lips, then sank in fully, to the balls, with a sudden vigor that drove the breath from the good Directress and thudded her thighs into the desk.
    “Kaaarl… ugh… oooogh!'”
    He jammed into her so that she felt violently full and oddly breathless, then pistoned slickly for a bit, till she started gasping and moaning-“God, let it come… lover, beast… Christ, I feel stuffed to the… the guts!”
    She was about to come, he knew, and so sank deep in, forcing her to wince and raise up her torso, for he threatened to wound her womb. Her tough clit squirmed.
    “Nohhww! Give it me, Karl… shoot, cream,Come!”
    Chuckling, he held her on his prick, as if impaled, then as the spasming started at her depths he caught both nipples between finger and thumb and brutally twisted them under the Malines stuff of her shirt. With an arching cry she scrabbled at his hands, scratching and gasping, stamping desperately with her boots about the carpet.
    In that perfect control worthy of a Prussian warrior he held her hanging there, on the edge or summit of her spasm, unable to register it for exquisite pain. Then he increased pressure, twisted harder and threatened to pull her tits off in his fingers. Speechless, she hissed on tiptoe, clawing, arched like one cramped. Then at once he let her go, ploughed her weakly slackened belly which went on coming and coming as if her clitoris were being sick on him. She was still heaving and retching slightly, her hand on a lapus lazuli paperweight, when he withdrew, having come in cloudy gouts himself. She lay moaning rhythmically a moment and he turned to the fireplace, and his port. When he looked back the Frau Direktrice had gone.
    “You utter bastard!” was her greeting a few minutes later, when she re-entered from her bedroom, having put some order in her attire. “Have you any idea what my nipples look like, my dear man? She poured herself a large glass and drained it in a single gasping draught. “Schweinhund!”
    “I have an idea,” he said, standing and manhandling his tool which had already showed signs of resurrection at the succulent directress's presence. “Confess it was twice as long for you when I did that. Come, Beth, there's nothing for it. I'm not leaving tonight till I've buggered you or beaten you. Or preferably both.”
    “No one buggers the principal of Schloss Rutenberg,” she said, eyeing his one-eyed monster which truly seemed to be licking its lips. Why, its head alone was far too big to get up her… entrails.
    “Drop your britches,” he ordered jovially, “and drop them quickly. Then kneel down in front of me here.”
    “No, Karl.”
    He advanced as she backed. She saw his immense, veined flat hands, and gulped at the jerk of his cock. He was strong as an ox, they all were… quickly she sought for her straw.
    “Wedell's still next door. I haven't dismissed her yet.”
    “Fine, bring her in and let her watch. What do I care?”
    “I couldn't possibly let her watch. Nor is this… this thing going to happen.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I say it won't, that's why.” But already she was making for the door to the punishment room. “You can service Wedell, I'm sure she's got a juicy cunt, and I'll test her submission at the same time.” Flinging