I AM A MAGE WITH A MILF SYSTEM

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 a mix of amusement and malice.

"You know what to do," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

The headmistress felt a shiver of apprehension and excitement dance down her spine. She knew that her fate was in his hands, and she was both terrified and exhilarated by the power he wielded over her.

Her trembling fingers opened his trousers, finally managing to pull them down. The fabric fell away to reveal his cock, which stood erect and proud before 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 length. It was a weapon, a tool of his power, and now it was pointed directly at 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.

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

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

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

She leaned in, her heart racing, and took the head of his cock into her mouth. It was salty and warm, 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 thrust 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 steady, merciless rhythm.

Her nose was buried in his pubic hair, and she could smell his arousal, musky and potent. 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, obscene sound that echoed in the silent room.

The headmistress could feel the saliva dribbling down her chin, mixing with the precum leaking from the tip of his shaft.

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, but she never took her eyes off of him.

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 tension-filled 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 to accommodate his thickness.

Julian's grip on her hair tightened, and he began to fuck her mouth with a ferocity that had her gagging and crying in equal measure.

The tears streamed down her cheeks, and she could feel drool pooling at the corners of her mouth. It was a humiliation she had never dreamed of enduring, and yet she found herself craving more.

The headmistress's eyes watered uncontrollably as she focused on pleasing him, her own fear and discomfort secondary to the intense pleasure she was bringing him.

Julian's 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 gruff 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.

The headmistress's eyes bulged as she struggled to accommodate him, her throat convulsing around the thick base of his cock. Julian didn't relent, pushing until she had taken all of him, until his balls were pressing against her chin.

"Yeah, take it all you bitch," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. He held her in place, her nose buried in his groin, his cock lodged 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, acting on instinct, reached up to tug at his wrists, silently begging him to release her. But he was unyielding, his eyes locked on hers, watching the struggle play out on her face.

It was a power play, a dance of dominance and submission that she had never experienced before, and she felt a strange thrill at being the one on the receiving end.