Hear the man out

"Ummm...hi," you say, confused at the surprising events and unsure of what to do.

"Get out of here! Get out!" Valerie screams at him, still kneeling between your thighs.

"Don't get up," he addresses you with another smile, ignoring the frantic girl. "I understand you're the coach. I guess Valerie is lobbying for your assistance."

"Ummm....yes..."

"Please, Coach!" Valerie turns her imploring face to you. "Make him apologize!" She clearly expects you to defend her like some knight in shining armour. "He lied about me to Ms. Naylor, and he'll lie about this too!" She pulls at your arm trying to get you on your feet. You've been in your share of fights, but almost never about women, and you have no desire to pick a fight with your roommate for the year. Especially not when your pants are in tangle around your ankles.

"Easy, Valerie." You try to calm her, "I want to hear his side of the story." Valerie does not agree and decides to take matters into her own hands. She leaps towards the newcomer, her hands like claws as she reaches for his face.

He's quicker and stronger than he looks, easily grabbing her wrists and twisting one arm behind her, holding her squirming and helpless.

"The truth is that I interrupted her little bullying and hazing session earlier today," he says casually. "I'd have let it go until she threatened me, so I took her and the other girls to see the headmistress. It seems young Valerie has a history of discipline problems, and a history of threatening teachers with firing. Isn't that right Valerie."

"Fuck you! Fuck you, you **** bastard!" she howls, struggling to escape.

"It looks like she's moved on to whoring herself to get what she wants," he laughs. "Let me guess; she'd suck your cock if you interceded on her behalf?"

"Something like that," you answer, feeling foolish and embarrassed. He gives you a sympathetic nod.

"Can't blame you, she's a tasty looking little piece. Mean as a snake though, and dangerous as hell."

"Let me go! Let me go you fucking pervert! Get your fucking pervert hands off me!"

"Or what Valerie?" he asks calmly. "Or you'll go run and tell that I interrupted you sucking a teacher's cock? Offering blowjobs for favours? Ms. Naylor doesn't believe a word you say, why would she believe this?"

"She'll believe me! She will!"

"You're not just mean, you're stupid Valerie," he says with cold humour. "You don't know when you're beaten and you don't know when to quit. Maybe sucking cock is all you're good for after all. Why don't you get down there and finish sucking Coach Watts' cock? Show him what you can do."

You look at him with shock, seeing the cruel and knowing smile on his face and the look of degraded horror on Valerie's. He pushes her squirming body towards you, forcing her to her knees as she struggles.

"Let me go! Let me go! You can't make me...you can't...you **** asshole..."

You're finding her struggles arousing despite yourself, and your cock which had softened springs back to rampant hardness at the sight of the frantic girl **** to her knees before you.

"I'm tired of you calling me a **** and not getting any fun out of it," he laughs. "Get to work on the coach's cock and I'll give you the fucking you obviously want." He pushes her towards your cock, holding her by the back of the neck and still twisting one arm behind her.