"Finally, happy eighteenth birthday to Jason Jones and Valerie Arians. Have a wonderful day Albright Academy." Ashleigh Miller lifted her hand from the mic cue and sighed. She took a step back and walked over to the table holding twin bingo machines that sat in the corner of the school office. Kneeling down, she opened the cabinet tucked underneath and pulled out two little wooden balls with the names Valerie Arians and Jason Jones etched into them. She closed the cabinet and stood up.

As she put Valerie's ball in the rightmost bingo machine, she murmured "Sorry Val." After placing Jason's in the leftmost, she added, "likewise Jason." Ashleigh knew though that for the most part Jason would probably enjoy being part of the daily lottery, but the girls never did.

Ashleigh glanced around and saw one of the secretaries flashing a big smile. "Must be her turn today, no woman sponsor in," she said quietly to herself. She started hand-cranking the tumbler and giving it a moment before hitting the switch that would allow the tumbler to pick a ball. One more turn and a ball was in the little catch. She picked it up and started to chuckle. "What a birthday present," and she took the Jason Jones ball over to the secretary so she could arrange the summons to the office.

The secretary looked at the ball and grinned even more widely and quickly picked up her phone to call Jason out of class. Ashleigh turned back to the girl's machine and had a sudden thought–it was entirely possible that today's sponsor was a lesbian. She heard there was one, but in the five months since she turned eighteen she hadn't been picked on any of those days. Instead five different older men, some of whom she knew had fucked her in the headmaster's office.

Of course she wasn't being held there–she could refuse and leave Albright Academy. Leaving however would have consequences–being cut off from her inheritance, and the private school wouldn't turn over transcripts so college was out of the question. No, Albright had the idea just right–the exclusive school could get away with it because the place was that desirable to attend.

If Ashleigh had been the worst student at the school, she could still be all-but-guaranteed a spot at any university of her choice. Careers of her choice, assuming she didn't want to be a trophy wife. Attending Albright led either to an easy life, or a life at the top, whatever the student wanted.

There was no cost to attend, the entire system was run via endowments from wealthy alumni, many of whom were the parents of the students themselves. The only catch of course was that when the students turned eighteen, they would potentially be subject to pleasuring some of those wealthy alumni in repayment for their generosity. It was a weird system that Ashleigh could only imagine the type of person who would come up with, but it had worked for the private school for centuries.

Ashleigh grabbed the handle and started spinning the bingo tumbler. As student body president it was one of her duties, to operate and determine every day who it would be that thanked the alumni for their donations. As much as she hated the system, the worst part was the whims of the headmaster, who insisted the girls perform in his office. Headmaster Carlisle was very much a voyeur, and always took great pleasure from watching the girls be taken.

Ashleigh closed her eyes as her stomach cramped up a little. She'd spent the entire weekend sick and hadn't eaten solid food since Thursday night. She didn't want to be in school today, but her father had made her come to school anyway. She took a deep breath and continued to spin the tumbler finally flicking the little switch that would allow a ball to fall out once more. For some reason it took several more spins before a ball finally popped out.

She picked it up and cringed, suddenly hoping that it wasn't one of the lesbian donors as she read her own name on the little wooden ball. "Thanks for making me come to school today dad," she mumbled as she set the ball back down and made her way over to the headmaster's office.

She didn't knock, instead just entering and quickly shutting the door behind her–Ashleigh knew the drill and assumed just getting it over with. Turning back around once the door was shut. She saw exactly what she had expected–Headmaster Carlisle behind his desk and a finely dressed older man whom she had never seen before.

"Ah, splendid. Mister Danforth, may I introduce you to Ashleigh Miller, Albright's Student Body President," the headmaster said with a little too much enthusiasm. "Ashleigh, be a dear and give us a spin."

It wasn't unexpected, and Ashleigh spun as ordered. She was wearing the standard uniform for Albright, light grey khaki pants, a white button-up blouse that wasn't tucked in, and a navy blue sweater-vest. Ashleigh's trim, athletic body looked rather decent in it even though someone with larger breasts would fill it out better. Throughout her spin, she started to wonder who Mister Danforth was, she'd heard some of the other girls mention the name before but wasn't sure why.

"Thank you Ashleigh, you may proceed," she was informed by the headmaster.

It was almost a trance as she moved to the right side of the headmaster's desk. However, she was surprised when Headmaster Carlisle stopped her. "Not today Ashleigh, today I want you in front of the desk."

She paused, looking a bit concerned, but moved around in front of the headmaster. She reached down and unbuttoned the khakis before reaching to the side to pull them and her panties down to her mid thigh, exposing her tight teenage ass to Mister Danforth, but not to the headmaster. She bent over the desk, resting her arms on the cold oak and looking right at the headmaster.

"Mister Danforth, my name is Ashleigh Miller, and on behalf of Albright Academy I would like to thank you for your extremely generous donation to our school. Please accept this token as a sign of our thanks." She recited it perfectly, and just waited.

Mister Danforth spoke with a slightly muffled accent as he moved behind Ashleigh. "Mmm, thank you Ashleigh, it looks like it will be a wonderfully enjoyable gift indeed."

All she could do was wait–she heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and soon falling to the floor, presumably with the older man's pants. The squeeze of a plastic bottle broke the silence for a moment, and after a second squeeze she finally felt what she expected–two fingers covered in cold lube exploring the folds of her pussy.

Ashleigh had to admit the was slightly wet even though she couldn't help it–her body knew what was coming, how she was presenting herself to be fucked, of course it was going to be turned on, but more lube was probably a good idea anyway. The fingers however did not remain long, and Ashleigh had to go back to anticipating.

One downside to how she was supposed to present herself and wait was that she didn't know what to expect for the size of cock that was going to enter her. She only had to wait a moment to get her answer though as she felt the cock brush against her pussy. As Mister Danforth positioned it he started to plunge inside her, and Ashleigh couldn't help but let out a moan.

It wasn't the largest, but it was still decently sized. Outside of being fucked in the headmaster's office, she'd only been with four boys her own age. As she felt the girth stretch her she started to think, figuring this was maybe the third thickest cock she'd ever had. Thanks to the lube applied to her pussy and some he'd applied to his cock, it didn't take long for Mister Danforth to bottom out. Also not the longest, but pretty good length, maybe eight inches she'd guess.

There was another thing Ashleigh hated about being made to do this. The cock that was now pulling out to get ready to actually fuck her with some rhythm was pretty decent, and if she wanted to be fucked she'd probably quite enjoy this. But given that this was more of a chore, she'd have a much harder time just relaxing and having fun.

She was a bit surprised as she felt the hand grab her dark brown hair that she was wearing in a ponytail today. Mister Danforth had kept a slow pace, probably to prolong his experience, but Ashleigh had to admit it was working for her. Oh, she had cum the last three times she'd been in this office, but more from that she didn't resist than she was actually getting into things. At least there would be some payoff for this degrading little scene.

Back and forth, in and out Mister Danforth kept thrusting with his slow pace as Ashleigh started to heat up. It felt a little weird to be facing Headmaster Carlisle, and he had an unusually big grin on his face. She was a little surprised when she felt the man behind her pull out.

"This is a very exquisite pussy James," Danforth started, "however, you know my proclivities. I would like to have her ass."

Ashleigh's eyes bulged widely as she looked up at the headmaster with horror written all over her face–that's where she'd heard the name before. There'd been talk about a guy who had a fetish for anal sex, and he'd taken several girl's anal virginity. She wasn't really watching the wide grin on the headmaster's face as he reached into his desk and pulled out a little bottle.

"Make yourself at home. Ashleigh, would you be a dear and hand this to Mister Danforth," he said. "You should be fine Mister Danforth, she's been sick all weekend and hasn't eaten solid food since Thursday."

She didn't register that she was handing the man a bottle of lube–only the thought about what was going to happen raced through her mind. The senior didn't register the cap being opened, or the sound of lube being squeezed out–in fact, she didn't register anything until she felt a hand spreading her ass and then felt a finger press against the rosebud that was her asshole. Ashleigh couldn't help but jump though as she felt the cold lube make contact with her body.