Explain your intentions

You stand between Tamara's thighs, looking down at her writhing body open and offered to you. Her face slack and wanton, her eyes glistening with need, her voice hot and urgent. The aroma of her heated pussy filled your nostrils and your cock hardened thickly in response, demanding to plunge into this willing bitch, to empty itself into her fecund cunt.

But you're playing a longer game, and the cold calculation of your mind overrides the feral need of your cock. You sneer down at the self-degraded girl, knowing that you are going to take much more from her than simple carnal pleasure.

"That's very good Tamara," you congratulate her. "A truly moving performance to go with your earlier efforts. I think this will turn out to be a very profitable day for me."

She looks up at you with hazy eyes, her hand slowly stilling on her body, uncertainty growing on her face.

"What...I don't...don't understand....profitable?"

"Very. Two videos Tamara. One of you masturbating as you fantasise, the other offering yourself and all your slutty holes for use. Very enticing, I must say."

"Oh god....oh god....what do you want.....what do you want!" she cries, starting to sit up, her face frantic and angry. You put you hand on her chest, between her sweet young breasts, and push her back down.

"Be still Tamara. Be still and I'll tell you," you order her firmly and calmly. She lays back, staring up at your with wide eyes that show fear, anger and confusion. Her mouth moves, her lips trembling, but she says nothing.

"You're very wealthy girl, or at least your parents are. I'm sure you can arrange for a modest donation to keep the videos between ourselves couldn't you Tamara?"

"They're not rich," she whimpers. "They're not."

"Now, now Tamara don't lie. The little pendant around your neck is at least a one carat diamond, perhaps more. Tuition here is astronomical, and somehow I don't see you as a scholarship girl. Let's not drag things out by lying."

"What do you want?" she whimpers tearfully.

"A weekly payment of five hundred dollars. Payable every Friday, starting this week, until the end of the school year. Cash or electronic transfer."

"I don't...don't have that kind of money!"

"You do. Or you can get it. Or you can enjoy guessing where the videos turn up. Perhaps emailed to your parents, delivered to Headmistress Naylor, or posted on the internet. I'm sure you can imagine the results even better than I can."

"Oh god....I hate you!....Why don't you just fuck me? You could fuck me instead. You could fuck me every week instead. Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want the money Tamara," you chuckle and let your hand fall to her belly, your fingers tracing down to her labia. "And as to fucking you, that's certainly on the agenda," you smile as you push two fingers into her sodden cunt, pressing your thumb hard against her engorged clit. Her eyes open wide and she gives a surprised groan as your fingers probe her, her nectar flowing over your hand.

"It's on the agenda, but it's my agenda," you tell her with a cruel stare. "I'll fuck you when and where and how I choose, and you will pay me weekly. Do you understand you filthy, nasty, dirty little whore?" You finger her hard as you speak, your thrusts punctuating your words.

"Unnnhhh, oh god....unhh...unh...yes....oh god.....yess yes I understand...oh god....unhh..." she moans, starting to buck against your impaling hand, grinding her clit against your thumb.

You smile, watching her approach orgasm, loving the feel of her hot wet cunt grasping your fingers and the sight of her stiff nipples straining with excitement. You bring her right to the edge, then step back, pulling your fingers out of her.

She gives a squeak at the the loss, her own hands groping at her folds in need.

"Don't stop! Oh God don't stop! Oh God I want it....I need it...." she implores you as you smile and give her a little wave goodbye.

"Friday Tamara. Five hundred dollars by Friday," you say softly as you shut the door behind you.