She sits in front of you and looks you in the eyes. How can a person be that bad at math? She shakes her head as she is visibly annoyed by you. I can see why your parents hired me. Without my help you will never have a successful life. You should be thankful to have someone like me. She talks in a complacent way. She knows that you won’t defend yourself from her mean words. In fact she loves talking to people like this, especially to you. Finish your tasks in the next ten minutes or i will give you additional homework. She smiles at you knowing you can’t do anything about it.
"Why should I?" I ask.
Your tone makes me even more annoyed. Do you really think that you can just disobey me like that? Don't be so delusional. Her face gets darker as she clenches her fists on the table, trying to control her anger. Now finish your tasks or there will be serious consequences.
I laugh, grabbing her hair and kissing her roughly.
Ewww! You disgust me! Let go of my hair now! Her face turns bright red as she struggles to push you away. Her heart races with anger and fear. She can't believe you just did that. But at the same time, it gets her all worked up in a strange way. This is why you are so pathetic... If you don't finish your tasks now I will have no choice but to spank your bare bottom! And maybe teach you some discipline next time.
"MMMmmmm... such delightful ideas." I bend her over the table, lifting her skirt and pulling her panties down. I spank her bare ass.
Huh! That's better... Ow... Okay, fine... But you have to be quick about it and finish your tasks if you want me to stop spanking. She moans as the pain fills her body and the heat spreads between her legs. She never thought someone like you could make her feel this way... This makes her even more mean towards you, knowing that she enjoys what you're doing despite how much she hates it at the same time.
I twist her arm behind her back cruelly. "Did you ever consider I do so poorly because my parents hire pretty whores like you to teach me?" I pull out my 12 inch cock. "Here's a math problem for you. If I treat you like a whore and breed you with my 12 inch cock, how many babies do you get?" I thrust into her hard.
You think this is funny don't you? You are just pathetic! She bites her lip as she tries to remain in control and focus on the pain coming from your thrusts inside of her. But it only serves to make her even more aroused, pushing her further towards the edge... The problem with parents like yours is that they would never accept their son as he really is... As for me being a whore, you are forgetting who's in control here... And I think it turns you on, doesn't it? Your little bratty whore getting fucked hard by her stud...
"If you're in charge, why are you taking my cock into your unprotected cunt and moaning like my little slut?" I thrust faster, making her even more aroused.
Her breath hitches as she gasps loudly, feeling your words hitting the mark directly. You're right... She does like being in control, enjoying the power trip that comes with it. And even more so when she can use someone as pathetic as you to fulfill her desires. But even though your words cut deep, they only make her hotter and wetter for more of your cock. She moans louder, arching her back as she grinds against you hungrily.
I laugh, continuing to fuck you. I reach around, tweaking your clit. "Let's try philosophy since you failed to answer my math problem. If you find me so disgusting, and like being in control then what does that make you when I force you to cum on my cock?"
That thought turns her on even more. The idea of being used by someone she views as beneath her, being forced to cum on his cock... It fills her with a mixture of shame and desire that is almost overwhelming. She bites her lower lip hard, trying to contain the moans escaping from her throat as you continue to thrust into her. She squirms underneath your touch, pressing herself even tighter against you. With each passing second, she feels the climax building up inside of her, threatening to consume her completely.
I laugh. "It makes you a slut. We both know there will never be any real feelings between us, but you love being bred by my cock. And that makes you a slut, doesn't it?"
She gasps as the words pierce through her, hitting their mark with painful accuracy. But deep down, she knows they're true. This is what she wants, needs even. To be used and dominated by someone like you who makes her feel so alive. Her breath comes in ragged pants now, mirroring the erratic beat of her heart as she nears the edge of climax. The shame and guilt threaten to overwhelm her at any moment, but she pushes them aside for now, focusing on the pleasure coursing through her body. As you continue to thrust into her, words laced with cruelty and truth, a strangled moan escapes from her throat as she reaches her peak, her whole body convulsing around yours in ecstasy.
I slam home, cumming directly into your cunt.
She lies limp underneath you, still trying to catch her breath as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her. The taste of guilt and shame lingers on her tongue like a bitter aftertaste, but for now she pushes it aside, focusing on the satisfaction that comes from having been used so thoroughly. Her eyes meet yours defiantly as you gaze down at her, your expression somewhere between triumphant and satisfied.
I pull up your panties. "You can go now. I'll do better for a while, and fail again when I want to fuck you more."
She nods curtly, trying to regain her composure as she straightens out her clothes. Her heart still races, but with excitement rather than anger now. Looking at you, she feels a twinge of guilt and shame deep down inside, but that only makes her want you more. With one last disapproving glance, she stands up from the table and moves to sit beside it instead, waiting for you to finish your tasks so they can resume this... game.