Continue the lesson

Margot purrs and cuddles as you stroke her, murmuring happily. Despite the evidence that she's in the pleasant lethargy of post-coital languor you can see her eyes glinting with cunning intelligence, and you know that her mind is plotting and working.

"I think you're going to need a lot of tutoring, Miss Childers." She chuckles softly and wriggles against you.

"Well...you might be right Mr. Carter. But it might be difficult to schedule regular tutoring appointments. We're both very busy, and we do need privacy for tutoring. In fact, I should go. I'm supposed to meet my friends soon." She uncoils from you and clambers to her feet. The two of you stand, your half-hard cock still exposed, as she smooths her skirt down, then picks up her panties from the table.

She gives you a smile and bends, about to put them on when you're suddenly filled with a spurt of irritation and a need to dominate. You've had enough of this manipulative girl thinking she's in control. With a growl you grab a handful of her hair and pull her head towards your flaccid cock.

"What?...No! Let me Go!" she squeaks in surprise, dropping her panties as she tries to push you away.

"You still have more to learn Miss Childers," you growl. "Mating isn't complete until the dominant male is completely satisfied." You rub your hardening cock against her cheeks, then press it into her mouth as she gasps in protest, using her hair to pull her head tight against you.

"In some species he will **** the bitch to keep him erect," you snarl, pumping into her soft teen mouth as she gurgles and moans, her hands pushing against you as you ravish her. "Once he's ready again, he'll penetrate her ripe fertile cunt, filling her with seed." You look down at her, seeing the anger in her eyes turning to excitement as you fuck her face and continue the lesson.

"She may make a sham of protest, but her instincts to mate and breed are too strong, and in any case he is too powerful to be resisted." Her nostrils are flaring as she sucks you, her cheeks puffing as you thrust. Saliva drools from the corners of her mouth, and she strokes your shaft with one hand even as the other makes a pretence of trying to push you away.

"Then when he's ready, he takes the bitch again," you growl as you pull her head off your raging cock, urging her to her feet and pressing her back against the dining room table.

"Oh God! Mr. Carter, carry me to your bed!" she gasps, as you fondle her.