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 Mom goes back to school - Part 2

   MF, nc, sad, blackmail, inc

   There are 3 more parts to this story that I will release over the coming
days.  Please provide feedback, I'd love to hear what you think of my story
and please feel free to offer suggestions.

   "Alright Mrs Walsh, I think we are ready to call your son in now."

   The Principal of the uber posh, boys private school casually throws this
statement over his shoulder as he opens his office door.  She hears him
politely instruct his secretary to "track down young James Walsh" - her
son. "Tell him his mother is [here he coughs into his closed fist wittily]
waiting for him."

   She hears the silly giggle from the odious "secretary" and grimaces,
fresh tears beginning to prickle the corner of her eyes.  He re-enters the
room and deftly unties her bindings.  "C'mon quickly woman, straighten
yourself up!  We don't want young James to catch his Mom looking like ...
like the slut she quite clearly is!" He barks this at her as he pulls her
upright by one arm while yanking her soggy panties from where they were
gagging her mouth.  She stumbles against him, her legs wobbly and sore from
being overstretched and her hands tingling where the blood is returning
back to her fingers.

   "Stand up slut and put your dress back on.  No, no you won't be needing
your underwear!" He snatches her bra and wet panties from her hands and
places them in a drawer under his desk.  "We don't want James to see his
Mom naked and stretched out like a filthy cum whore ...  yet," he smiles a
mirthless smile and continues "But we do want him to finally learn what her
true place is in his world.  With that, he grabs her by her shoulders,
stopping her from buttoning up the front of her dress and forces her down
onto her knees.  He looks down at her and smiles that cold smile again. 
Looking up she sees herself reflected in his eyes: kneeling at his feet,
her full frontal nakedness on display where her dress remains unbuttoned -
she looks like the filthy slut he says she is.

   "Spread those knees wide bitch, I want to see your stinking cunt!" The
words are spat violently at her; she feels his saliva spray over her
upturned face.  He reaches across to his desk and picks up his phone,
shoving it at her face.  "Take a look at his bitch".  He presses a button
and suddenly her own face fills the screen.  She blinks and moves and the
image mirrors her.  She looks up dumbly, questions and fear in her eyes. 
"Yes bitch, everything we have done in this room has been recorded in high
definition.  Everything!" This time his laugh is genuine amusement.  "You
will do everything I tell you to do or else these `hard core porn' videos
that you have `willingly made' will be sent to your uptight government
workplace and splashed all over the internet." She shakes her head and a
sob escapes her trembling lips.  She is beaten and knows it.  The work is
in a high paying, high level security, government department and even a
whiff of impropriety would see her sacked.  If these videos got out ... 
she gulps and wipes tears from her face ...  the only work she would get
would be serving beer to drunks in the dirtiest dives.  James would be out
on the street too, stained by her infamy.  She breathes a shuddering sigh,
thoroughly defeated.  "Tell me what you want me to do she whispers".

   He barks out a laugh of triumph and, grabbing her by her luxurious hair,
pushes her face into his trousered crotch, grinding and dry humping it
cruelly.  The hard bulge behind the trousers' zipper bruise her nose and
cheeks.  "Well, well Mrs Walsh, you really are the filthy slut whore I
thought you were!" He laughs some more before quickly becoming business
like once more.  "Your precious son James will be arriving very soon and
when he does you will be down on your knees, just as you are right now,
sucking my dick like the dirty, cum loving, cocksucking piece of filth you
are."

   He looks down at her to see the effect his words have on her.  She
flinches and shakes her head vigorously, looking like she might vomit, "No!
NO!  I can't do that in front of my son you sick bastard!" The backhanded
slap fires across her face and knocks her over onto the floor.  "Don't
ever, EVER talk to me like that again or else the videos are sprayed all
over every government website you fucking BITCH!" His roar of rage echoes
around the room and she cowers, grovelling on the floor.  "Get the fuck up
onto your knees `Mrs Walsh' because your son will be here soon and he
sorely needs to learn how real men treat women, beginning with his mother."

   He pulls her back onto her knees by her hair and snaps instructions to
unzip his trousers and pull out his cock.  She reaches into his pants with
trembling fingers and grasps the thick heavy penis that is hot and sticky
and pulsating with pent up lust.  She hadn't seen his cock until now; he
has always kept it inside his well-tailored trousers.  All his punishments
and training of her have been done with implements - his favorite being the
standard 12 inch classroom ruler.

   His dick falls out, twitching and throbbing in the cool air of his
spacious office.  It's big.  Really big!  She estimates it is 8 inches long
and at least 3 inches thick.  The musk-smell of his arousal fills her nose
and her mouth waters seeing the pearl of pre-cum glistening at the end of
his mushroom head.  She groans, shaking her head and thinking shamefully to
herself how she is slowly becoming the filthy whore he demands.

   Her head is grasped by his two hands and his rampant cock thrust into
her face.  "Suck it you dirty, fucking bitch," he hissed through clenched
teeth.  The violence of his words automatically impels her to comply and,
opening her mouth wide, she engulfs his cock inside her wet, warm orifice.
"All the fucking way you fucktard, cum-whore".  It's barely a whisper but
it is full of suppressed rage, his anger demonstrated by the way he
ruthlessly uses both hands to suddenly pull her head into his crotch,
forcing his rock hard cock down her throat.  She gags and frantically
struggles to remove the huge object blocking her windpipe but he holds her
in place.  Her panicked struggles continue fruitlessly for another minute
until somewhere deep inside her head, her self-preservation instinct kicks
in and she stops struggling and begins to tentatively breathe and relax her
muscles.  "That's my girl", he croons stroking her hair and beginning to
pump his cock in and out of her throat.  "Take it all like the dirty
cocksucker you are".  Holding her head firmly as he slowly and deeply fucks
her face, he adds as if it's an afterthought, "This will be a lovely sight
for young James to behold.