princesssexci
Eternal Brat
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Isadora
Isadora had to keep quiet as her pussy continued to get pounded underneath the desk but it was incredibly hard.
Incredibly hard. Wasnt that one of those phrases that meant two things at once? She was certain there was a proper wording for it but it didn’t matter at the moment. Usually she was so good with definitions, too!
She bit her lip and swallowed down a cry of pleasure.
“What do you want, old man?”
The sound of Klaus’ voice almost brought her back to her normal self, almost. It was like being two people at once. The good, more wholesome part of her struggled to come up for air but with every slam of the principals cock was forced back down.
“Ah, Mr. Baudelaire—umph! Welcome. I wanted to—huh, huh, humph! I wanted to discuss your options with you. You’re not doing well here, obviously. Hungh-hanh-hah! Maybe you should consider dropping out. Ughh! Learn a—trade!”
If only she could stop this and … ohhhh but his cock felt so fucking good. Isadora’s eyes rolled in the back of her head. No, no she didnt want to stop. In fact, it was a huge turn on knowing Klaus could catch them at any moment.
What would do then?
Would he pout? Would he cry? Or would he man up and fuck her like all the other guys at the school?
“Actually, I’m planning to ask my girlfriend to marry me. Then I can activate my trust fund and get out of here for good.”
At those words, Isadora made a little cry of pleasure, the old her trying to come back to the surface again past her sex fuddled brain.
“Oh! Ho-ho-ho-ohhhhh!” The Man With a Beard but No Hair leaned back in his chair, his whole body bouncing with laughter, “of course. Your girlfriend! Hah! Hah! Hah! How is that relationship going for you?”
“It would be going great if you weirdos would stop messing with her.”
“K-Kla-“ The words were so soft they could scarcely be heard.
“Maybe she likes being messed with. Maybe she likes weirdos, too.”
The slamming into Isadora’s hips was too much though. She could hardly speak and her words fell short. She was lost once more to pleasurable feelings of being fucked into oblivion as another powerful orgasm washed over for who knows how many times that day.
Isadora for her part was trying to stay conscious, trying not to black out. She’d heard things while the bald principal was fucking her. Things like :
Kit Snicket
Larry His Waiter or was it the waiter.
Either way, regardless of if he was fucking her. He seemed scared.
And Isadora didnt know what that meant for her.
~Violet~
Violet moaned against his cock and continued bobbing her head up and down his cock hungrily. Sure, before she hadnt been so eager about this, reluctant even but that was because she thought she had a boyfriend.
That and well, she was initially doing this to protect her siblings.
And she was still doing this to protect Klaus and Sunny. They didnt realize it but she was. She’d do anything to protect them. She had done anything to protect them. She’d gone on national tv and fucked the whatever team they had at this stupid school on camera plus whatever character Count Olaf was playing to make sure they were safe.
Elijah was supposed to be her sense of normalcy.
Apparently he preferred slutty redheads in ugly poofy pink dresses.
Without realizing it she was already deepthroating Billy's cock, choking on it.
“That’s my good little meat toilet.”
She groaned against his cock as she moved her fingers between her legs feeling herself getting more and more wet with every second. Violet didn’t understand why being used and abused like this turned her on but it did.
She fingered her crotch, the only thing keeping her from actually touching her pussy was her pink cotton panties.
Isadora had to keep quiet as her pussy continued to get pounded underneath the desk but it was incredibly hard.
Incredibly hard. Wasnt that one of those phrases that meant two things at once? She was certain there was a proper wording for it but it didn’t matter at the moment. Usually she was so good with definitions, too!
She bit her lip and swallowed down a cry of pleasure.
“What do you want, old man?”
The sound of Klaus’ voice almost brought her back to her normal self, almost. It was like being two people at once. The good, more wholesome part of her struggled to come up for air but with every slam of the principals cock was forced back down.
“Ah, Mr. Baudelaire—umph! Welcome. I wanted to—huh, huh, humph! I wanted to discuss your options with you. You’re not doing well here, obviously. Hungh-hanh-hah! Maybe you should consider dropping out. Ughh! Learn a—trade!”
If only she could stop this and … ohhhh but his cock felt so fucking good. Isadora’s eyes rolled in the back of her head. No, no she didnt want to stop. In fact, it was a huge turn on knowing Klaus could catch them at any moment.
What would do then?
Would he pout? Would he cry? Or would he man up and fuck her like all the other guys at the school?
“Actually, I’m planning to ask my girlfriend to marry me. Then I can activate my trust fund and get out of here for good.”
At those words, Isadora made a little cry of pleasure, the old her trying to come back to the surface again past her sex fuddled brain.
“Oh! Ho-ho-ho-ohhhhh!” The Man With a Beard but No Hair leaned back in his chair, his whole body bouncing with laughter, “of course. Your girlfriend! Hah! Hah! Hah! How is that relationship going for you?”
“It would be going great if you weirdos would stop messing with her.”
“K-Kla-“ The words were so soft they could scarcely be heard.
“Maybe she likes being messed with. Maybe she likes weirdos, too.”
The slamming into Isadora’s hips was too much though. She could hardly speak and her words fell short. She was lost once more to pleasurable feelings of being fucked into oblivion as another powerful orgasm washed over for who knows how many times that day.
Isadora for her part was trying to stay conscious, trying not to black out. She’d heard things while the bald principal was fucking her. Things like :
Kit Snicket
Larry His Waiter or was it the waiter.
Either way, regardless of if he was fucking her. He seemed scared.
And Isadora didnt know what that meant for her.
~Violet~
Violet moaned against his cock and continued bobbing her head up and down his cock hungrily. Sure, before she hadnt been so eager about this, reluctant even but that was because she thought she had a boyfriend.
That and well, she was initially doing this to protect her siblings.
And she was still doing this to protect Klaus and Sunny. They didnt realize it but she was. She’d do anything to protect them. She had done anything to protect them. She’d gone on national tv and fucked the whatever team they had at this stupid school on camera plus whatever character Count Olaf was playing to make sure they were safe.
Elijah was supposed to be her sense of normalcy.
Apparently he preferred slutty redheads in ugly poofy pink dresses.
Without realizing it she was already deepthroating Billy's cock, choking on it.
“That’s my good little meat toilet.”
She groaned against his cock as she moved her fingers between her legs feeling herself getting more and more wet with every second. Violet didn’t understand why being used and abused like this turned her on but it did.
She fingered her crotch, the only thing keeping her from actually touching her pussy was her pink cotton panties.