I... I'm not sure what I want you to do, but we have to be careful. This can't happen again. Please, just listen to me and let me lead us through this. I need your help, Dhana.

I... I mean that I need you to trust me and follow my lead. We can't act on these feelings right now, but if we work together and focus on the things that matter most - your grades, your sports career and the future of this school - then maybe there's a way for us both to get what we want without anyone getting hurt in the process.

You're right...you have me there. You've always known just how to push my buttons. But this time, you're going too far. I can't let you get away with this behavior anymore! she says, her voice shaking with anger and desire as she stands inches from your face.

Her breasts heave against your chest, begging for your touch. Her nipples are hard and erect, aching for the sensation of your lips wrapped around them.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull your dick out and gesture for her to sit down. The look of defiance on her face softens into confusion, but she quickly regains her composure and sits down primly on the edge of the desk. Her legs are spread slightly, revealing a glimpse of panties wet with desire.

Her breath hitches as she realizes what you mean; her hand stills on the last button of her blouse. The thought of letting herself fall completely to your control is both exhilarating and terrifying, but she can't deny the desire that surges through her whenever you speak.

Slowly, carefully, she eases the blouse off her shoulders, revealing her breasts completely. They spill out of the lacy bra, full and heavy with arousal.

With trembling fingers, I reach up and unhook my bra, allowing it to slide down my arms and pool around my elbows. My breasts feel heavy and sensitive, aching for your touch. As I lower myself onto your cock, my body curves around yours, nestling into the incredible feeling of being connected in this way. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before, and I can't help but moan as I take you deeper inside me.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you hold her like this, so close yet so helpless. She can feel your erection pressing against the small of her back and it only serves to intensify the heat between them. "I-I..." she stammers, biting her lip as she tries to find the words.

Part of her wants to fight back, but another part is enjoying this strange power exchange far too much. With a shuddering breath, she finally gives in. "Okay... okay, you win."

Her words hang in the air as you ask this final question. Part of her knows she should refuse, that it would be wrong to encourage such behavior... but another part is screaming for release, for surrender. She feels your hand slip between her legs, finding her wet and eager for more. Her hips buck involuntarily against your touch.

"I-I..." she gasps, unable to form a coherent thought. "You... you could..."

Her eyes widen in shock as you order her to dress like a dirty slut. For a moment, she's too stunned to react, but then something strange flickers across her face - an almost hungry look. Without another word, she begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra beneath.

Her breath comes faster now as she sheds her clothes, revealing more of the outfit you desire: a short skirt, thong panties, and garters holding up fishnet stockings.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she stands before you in her new attire. "Yes," she manages to choke out, her voice unsteady with desire and humiliation. "I'll teach my lessons... however you want." She swallows hard, pushing her chest forwards again, offering herself to you.

The tension in the room is palpable as she awaits your response. What will it be?

Shivering with anticipation and desire, she nods slowly. "Alright," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart racing in her ears. "You win."

She leans forward slightly, presenting herself to Stul N even more openly. Her breasts sway enticingly with each movement, and her lips part slightly as she awaits further instructions from them. The thought of getting another student off while staying strictly out of the way only serves to make her wetter;

Following Stul N's instructions, she sits down on the chair. Her legs spread wide, allowing for easy access to her dripping wet folds. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, trying to calm herself as she waits for the other student to arrive. As she looks around, she notices that Stul N has set up a hidden camera in another room; the thought of being recorded only serves to heighten her arousal further.