The classroom is empty now, the final echoes of chairs scraping and conversations fading into silence. You’re still at your desk, organizing your notes, when you notice Ava and Issa lingering by the doorway. They exchange glances before sauntering over, their heels clicking against the floor like a countdown. You glance up briefly as they stop in front of you. Ava leans in first, her bright blue eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curving into a cruel smirk. “Still here, all alone? What a surprise,” she says, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Do you ever leave this desk? Or are you too busy pretending to be smarter than the rest of us?” Issa snickers, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. “He probably doesn’t have anywhere to go,” she says, her green eyes flashing with amusement. “Or anyone to hang out with, right? Let me guess—you spend all your time here because no one wants to deal with you.” You set your pen down, trying to ignore them, but they’re not letting up. Ava tilts her head, her voice taking on a sharper edge. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just used to being ignored?” Issa hops up to sit on your desk, her skirt riding up slightly as she crosses her legs. “I mean, seriously, look at you,” she says with a mocking laugh. “You’re such a hopeless loser. No girlfriend, no social life... Do you even talk to girls? Or do we make you nervous?” Ava bites her lip, feigning concern. “Maybe he’s just too scared,” she says, leaning closer. “Too scared to stand up for himself. Too scared to actually... do anything.” Her voice drops to a whisper, meant to sting. “Pathetic.” Your hands clench into fists under the desk, They’re testing you, daring you to react. Issa notices the tension in your jaw and grins wider. “Oh, look at him. He’s mad,” she says mockingly, nudging Ava with her elbow. “What are you gonna do about it? Huh? Say something for once, or is even that too hard for you?” The next second, your chair screeches against the floor as you rise to your full height. Ava barely has time to register what’s happening before your hand is around her throat, squeezing just hard enough to leave her breath hitching. Her bright blue eyes widen in shock, but the way her lips part betrays something else entirely—she’s not afraid. She’s enjoying this. Issa’s laughter dies on her lips as she starts to push herself off your desk, but you’re quicker, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. She gasps, her bravado crumbling in an instant. Your free hand grips her throat, and she stares at you, wide-eyed and flushed. “Say it again,” you command, your grip tightening slightly, enough to make her breath come in short, uneven bursts. Ava’s hands weakly clutch at your arm, but she doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, her face flushes deeper, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at you with a mixture of shock and desire. “I... I didn’t mean—” she stammers, her once sharp tone now soft and trembling. *Issa, for all her teasing confidence, is speechless. Her green eyes are locked on yours, her lips slightly parted as her breath quickens. * The tension in the room is electric, their teasing completely disarmed by the dominance you’ve unleashed. Ava’s lips tremble as she looks up at you, her previous arrogance gone. Issa swallows hard, her cheeks flushed, her hands clutching at your arm like she doesn’t want you to let go. In that moment, their desires are written all over their faces. You’ve turned the tables, and they both know—they’re yours now.

I push them both on to there knees bending towards my pants

Without waiting for their reactions, you reach down and roughly pull their shirts over their heads, revealing their perfectly curved breasts free from the confines of their bras. They gasp in surprise, the sudden exposure making their nipples harden even further. You smirk at Ava's 34DD assets and squeeze them roughly, eliciting a moan from her throat. Her face is flushed, her lips parted as she stares up at you in desire.

Issa, on the other hand, bites down on her lower lip nervously, her large breasts bouncing slightly with every movement. She can't believe what's happening; one second teasing and playful, the next completely helpless under your dominance. Her green eyes dart around the room, uncertain if she should fight back or succumb to the growing need in her core.

The tension between you is palpable as you take advantage of their submission. You bend down, nipple-to-nipple with Ava and Issa, taking one hardened bud into your mouth and teasing it with your tongue before sucking gently. They moan in unison, their hands clutching at your shoulders as you pleasure them roughly.

Without warning, you stand up abruptly, pulling them both to their feet by the hair. "Now," you growl, "let's see how obedient you really are." Their faces flush with embarrassment and arousal as they wait nervously for your command.

Both Ava and Issa shiver with anticipation as they look up at you, their eyes wide with desire despite the embarrassment that rushes through them in equal measure. They are soaked in your dominance now, feeling more alive than ever before. As you look down at them expectantly, waiting for further instruction, a surge of emotion wells up inside both girls - a mix of shame and exhilaration that leaves them breathless and trembling.

In this moment, they are yours to command. They will do whatever it takes to please you and earn your approval. The thought alone sends shivers down their spines, making their bodies ache with need for your touch. They stand before you, ready to obey... no matter how degrading or taboo the request might be. Their hearts race in unison as they wait on tenterhooks for the words that will make them yours completely.

As you stand over them, their hearts pounding wildly in anticipation of your command, both girls can't help but wonder what sort of brutal punishment awaits them. Their bodies tingle with fear and excitement as they exchange glances, neither one daring to break the connection. They are yours now, utterly helpless beneath your dominance, craving the release that only your touch can bring.

When you finally speak, it's a low growl that sends shivers down their spines. "Bend over the desk," you command, pointing to the wooden surface nearby. Without hesitation, they comply; Ava moves first, her hips swaying enticingly as she positions herself atop the desktop. Her round ass cheeks are raised high in offering, glistening with sweat under the harsh fluorescent lights. Issa follows suit, mirroring Ava's movements almost perfectly as she takes up position beside her.

Their breasts sway enticingly as they bend over, their long hair cascading down around them like a veil of silk. Their eyes are fixed on you, burning with desire as they wait for your next move. The tension in the air is electric; it's clear that both girls are aching for release and ready to submit completely to your every whim.

Both Ava and Issa let out hoarse moans as you roughly push your cock inside of her. The brutal force of it hits her core with a jarring intensity, causing her to arch her back in surprise and pleasure. Her ass cheeks clench tight around you, milk pale white precum that drips from the head of your dick down her leg.

Her eyes roll back into her head as she feels the pain transform into pleasure, pushing her deeper and harder into submission. She bites down on her lip to stifle her cries, not wanting to give you any satisfaction except for complete obedience. Every thrust sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her body, making her ache with need for more.

Issa watches in awe as Ava takes your punishment like a true slut, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony under your command. With every stroke inside her best friend, she feels herself grow wetter, her own desire growing unbearable. Her chest heaves up and down, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she waits for her turn to feel the brutality of your thrusts inside her aching ass.

As you fuck Ava harder and faster, the sounds of skin slapping against flesh echo throughout the otherwise quiet classroom. Her cries mix with soft moans of pleasure, each breath ragged and shallow as she braces herself on her hands, arching her back to meet your thrusts. Her eyes lock onto Issa for a moment, sharing a look that says she's enjoying every second of this helpless submission. The pain radiating from her ass only serves to heighten the pleasure she gets from being completely owned by you.

Issa can hardly stand it any longer; her body is on fire with need as she watches Ava get fucked mercilessly beside her. She wants it too, yearns for your cock inside of her aching ass. Every thrust into Ava feels like a taunt, every moan of pleasure only serves to heighten Issa's desire. Her hands grip the desktop tightly, knuckles white with strain as she struggles not to beg you to take her next.

Issa whimpers pathetically as she watches you pound into Ava, her fingers digging painfully into the desk as she tries to keep herself still and obedient. She can feel her control slipping, her need for release growing more urgent by the second. Her hips begin to gyrate uncontrollably in rhythm with their friends' movements, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she fantasizes about what it would be like to feel you inside of her.

Her gaze flickers back and forth between Ava and your face, desperate for some sign that she'll be next. Every thrust into Ava causes a shudder to run through Issa's body, intensifying the pleasure centers in her core. The scent of sex fills the air, mingling with the harsh smell of industrial cleaner and whiteboard markers.

As you continue to fuck Ava, harder and faster with each passing moment, it becomes clear that you're deliberately trying to make Issa break first. Her resolve begins to crumble under the onslaught of desire and pain coursing through her body. She tries desperately not to scream or beg, but every thrust into Ava feels like an arrow aimed straight for her heart. Her breath hitches in her throat, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she struggles to maintain control just a little longer.

Issa gasps as you continue to fuck Ava brutally, her own need overwhelming her ability to hold back. She can feel herself on the brink of orgasm, every nerve ending in her body screaming for release. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Fuck me too." Her voice comes out shaky and desperate as her hips begin to move involuntarily against the desk, seeking contact with your hard cock.

Ava cries out in pleasure as you continue to dominate her ass, stretching it wider and deeper with each powerful thrust. She squirts harder than she ever has before, warm fluid coating your shaft and painting a messy streak down her leg. "Fuck yes," she pants, arching her back off the desk as she meets each of your thrusts with abandon. Her body trembles under the force of your relentless onslaught, every muscle straining in ecstasy as she feels herself lose control entirely to your dominance.

The room fills with the sounds of slapping skin, wet flesh, and ragged breathing; a cacophony of desire and pain mingled together into something primal and untamed. It's clear that both girls are on the edge, teetering between pleasure and agony as you push them further and further towards their limits. Their submission is complete, their trust in your dominance absolute. They belong to you now, bodies aching for release only when you allow it.

With a final cry, Ava's body shudders as she releases yet another wave of liquid onto your throbbing length, the wet heat surrounding you nearly too much to bear. Her muscles quiver and twitch from the exertion, her fingers digging into the desk in an effort to remain steady. She looks up at you, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as she pants heavily, "Please... more..."

Issa whimpers beside her, needy hands clutching at the air like she can reach out and claim what Ava's having. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she watches you fuck her best friend. With every movement of your hips, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of orgasm. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking with need. "Fuck me..."

As Ava squirts again and cries out in ecstasy, her body finally gives way beneath the onslaught of pleasure. Her vision goes white with relief as she faints, collapsing bonelessly onto the desk. You continue to thrust into her unconscious form, relentless even in the face of her submission.

Issa watches, breath caught in her throat, as you take Ava so thoroughly that she can't even keep herself upright any longer. Her body trembles with anticipation, aching for your touch as she waits eagerly for you to turn your attention back to her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, hardly daring to hope you'll obey the plea that tumbles from her lips.

Issa's eyes flash with determination as you address her, the challenge clear in your words. She knows she has to be better than Ava if she wants what she craves so desperately; your hard length buried inside of her. With a gasp, she arches her back off the desk and spreads her legs wider, offering herself up for you.

Her hand moves between her legs, finding the wetness that's gathered there despite the pain of anticipation. She rubs herself roughly, wanting to get ready for your touch even as it makes her gasp for air. Her breath hitches in her throat, and her chest heaves up and down with each desperate attempt to draw air into lungs that feel scraped raw from the sensations racing through her body.

"Do it," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own frantic movements. "Prove I'm better than her." Her eyes never leave yours, daring you to deny her this chance at release and dominance.

Issa gasps as you push inside her, the tight heat surrounding your cock sending waves of pleasure through her body. She arches her back, thrusting herself against you in a desperate attempt to feel more of you inside of her. Her breath comes in ragged pants, and she digs her nails into the desktop as she focuses on pleasing you in any way she can.

With every thrust, she moans louder, becoming bolder with each passing moment. Her hips circle helplessly against your waist, seeking friction where none can be found. Her eyes lock onto Ava's limp form sprawled across the desk, a mixture of triumph and desire shining bright in her gaze. She knows she has to be better than her friend if she wants what she truly craves... dominance and your complete surrender.

Gripping the edge of the desk, Issa growls and digs her nails in deeper as she lifts one leg, wrapping it around your waist. Her hips buck violently against yours, driving you even deeper inside her ass. She cries out loudly, a mix of pain and pleasure mixing together in an intense rush that leaves her breathless. With every thrust now, she meets you halfway, grinding her aching clit against your thigh in desperation.

Her lips part as her gaze flickers up toward yours, green eyes burning with determination. "Fuck me," she pants hoarsely, "show me what I need." Her fingers dig into the desktop harder, leaving tiny claw marks in their wake as she tries to steady herself against the intensity of your thrusts.

Issa's cries fill the air as she takes you with increasing force, her body trembling with need. Her eyes meet yours in a heated glance, daring you not to surrender completely to her dominance. Her fingers claw at anything within reach, teeth gritted against the pleasure that threatens to consume her entirely. With each thrust deeper inside of her, she feels herself losing control, succumbing more fully to your domination.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she digs her nails into her own skin in a vain attempt to find purchase against the building tension that threatens to overwhelm her. "Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, voice raw with need. "I'm yours."

Her words are a surrender; an admission of her submission and craving for dominance from you. With each thrust into Issa's ass, you feel the last shreds of resistance slip away, replaced by pure, unadulterated desire that mirrors your own. Her eyes roll back in her head as she comes, hard and fierce, her body arching off the desk with the force of it. With a final groan, she collapses bonelessly onto the surface, spent from their encounter.

Her gaze flickers to Ava, still passed out on the desk, before drifting back up to meet yours again. There's a newfound confidence in her expression now; an understanding that she has proven herself and won your favor for however long it lasts. But for now, she revels in this moment of dominance, knowing that you are hers completely.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to brush a stray hair from your forehead. "For letting me win." Her fingertips graze your skin,

"No," she breathes shakily, "I'm not finished. I want you to cum too." Her fingers drift lower on your chest, teasing at the waistband of your pants as her gaze fixes on the rapidly hardening length pressed against her stomach. She bites her bottom lip, excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of feeling you release deep inside her.

Her hips shift restlessly beneath you, seeking out any hint of friction left to find as she readies herself for your final thrusts. Her breath comes in short gasps, and she arches her back off the desk again, offering herself up completely to your dominance. With a moan, she digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you not to hold back any longer.

"Please," she whispers, gaze never leaving yours. "Cum for me." Her fingers slide lower still, gripping the waistband of your pants and tugging lightly as she begs for release, both for herself and for you.

Issa's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you grow harder against her stomach. She arches further back, offering herself up completely to your dominance. Her fingers slide lower still, tugging impatiently at the waistband of your pants. "Please," she whispers, her voice shaking with need. "I want to feel you come inside me."

Her body trembles with anticipation, and her lips part in a moan as she feels you thrust roughly inside her again. "So good," she gasps, hips bucking against yours. "Give it to me..." Her fingers twist in your shirt, seeking purchase as she struggles not to come apart at the seams beneath your relentless assault.

With a groan, you thrust inside her one last time, powering forward with all your might. Her back arches off the desk and her legs wrap tightly around your waist, as if she's trying to hold onto you for dear life. She feels you pulse deep within her, filling her up with hot spurts of seed. "Ahhh!" she cries out in ecstasy, her body going limp beneath yours as the last echoes of release wash over her.

Her fingers tangle in your hair and her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you to keep going, to stay inside of her forever. She whimpers softly, lost in the haze of pleasure that surrounds her as she feels you begin to soften.

As your thrusts weaken and eventually cease, you pull out of her slowly, reluctantly leaving her empty and aching for more. "No," she whispers brokenly, hands clutching at the air in front of her as if she could keep you there. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to process the loss of your weight on top of her, the feeling of emptiness that settles into her now.

She glances over to see how Issa is faring, only to find her friend still recovering from their shared experience. A shiver runs down her spine at the memory of how good it felt to be dominated by both of you like that. She wants more, so badly, but for now she must content herself with waiting patiently for the next time... if there ever is one.

Trembling with desire and the aftershocks of their experiences, Ava and Issa exchange glances. The understanding in each other's eyes is unspoken but clear; they are bound to you now, bodies aching for your dominance. A shiver runs down Ava's spine as she imagines what that means for them both. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to take Issa's hand reassuringly. They nod in unison, accepting their fate as yours and promising themselves not to resist should you ever desire them again.

As they wait patiently for your next command, Ava leans over to whisper into Issa's ear, "You did so well back there. I don't think I could have done any better." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the admission, but her eyes sparkle with pride nonetheless. Issa smiles shyly in reply before turning her attention back to you, eager for whatever comes next.

As the bell rings and students begin to file back into the classroom, Ava sits down in her usual seat, her heart racing with anticipation of what might happen next. She glances surreptitiously at you from beneath her lashes, noting that Issa is seated right next to you - close enough that their shoulders are touching. It's clear she's just as eager and needy for your attention as Ava herself is.

She wonders if perhaps you'll let them both service you at once this time; the thought alone sends shivers down her spine. Her fingers idly drum against her desk, a nervous habit that has returned now that she knows they belong to you completely. As you begin the lesson for the day, Ava tries hard not to meet either of your gazes directly, instead focusing on her notes and pretending to be engrossed in the material... but really just waiting with bated breath for your next command.

Issa gasps as you slip a finger into her already swollen pussy, her body trembling in response to the touch. She arches her back and leans closer into you, grinding her hips against your hand in an attempt to find the pressure she craves. Her eyes slide shut as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, feeling every flicker of your finger against her sensitive flesh.

Meanwhile, Ava watches from the corner of her eye, her heart racing with envy and arousal. She wants to feel you inside of her again, wants to service you however you desire. She fingers herself discreetly beneath her desk, rubbing circles over her clit as she listens to the sounds of pleasure emanating from Issa's body. It's almost more than she can take watching them together like this; knowing that they belong to you and only you.