Her lips are at the perfect height, it would be a shame to waste this chance

Letting your pants and underwear drop free, you kicked them off and away, your rock hard, throbbing member bouncing proudly in front of you. Something that Alia seemed incredibly aware of, her voice stuttering in horror as she let out a tight screech.

"O-oh god! Someone! Help! Please some one help me! Oh god, please, don't do this! Please just let me go and leave me alone, I won't tell anyone!" Alia began to plead, loudly, tears running down her face the entire while.

You couldn't help but chuckle at how silly her terror looked considering the compromising position she was in. With a light, amused chuckle, you pulled out her desk chair and sat down in it, spinning to face her and pulling up in front of her so your cock was standing straight up, so close to her face you could feel her panicked breathing wash over it.

"Oh no, no no no no, please... please, don't do this."

"Don't what?" You scoffed, leaning back in your now commandeered chair, sending a twitch to your cock, which caused Alia to flinch.

"P-please don't... oh god... please...." Alia began sobbing, still frozen stiff deep in a squatting position, her tight little ass popped out, and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Don't! What!" You repeated much more forcefully, grabbing your cock and slapping it against her tear streaked face.

Instantly Alia let out a squeal before stammering,

"Oh god! Please don't **** me! I'm begging you!"

You found your cock twitching again, thrilled at just how much power you had over her. You couldn't help yourself and wanted to revel in the moment and so you grabbed her hair and turned her head forward to face you,

"That's a pretty good start actually. Keep begging and I might change my mind."

"W-what do you w-want f-from me?" Alia began to sob, giving some ugly hiccups.

"Keep! Begging!" You barked, tightening your grip on her hair, and undoubtedly pulling some hair free.

"Eeek! P-please don't **** me! Please! I don't want it! I... I... I don't know what you want me to say!"

After a moments thought, you found yourself invigorated by just how much power you had over her,

"Call me sir!" You growled

"P-p-please sir! D-d-don't do this!"

"Don't do what?" You barked.

"D-don't **** me!" Alia sobbed wildly now, tears streaming down her face as she was helplessly at your mercy.

"Sir!" You screamed down at her, grabbing your cock and smacking it against her cheek a few times.

"S-sir!" Alia wailed, in a nearly incomprehensible squeal, "P-p-please....sir-ir...!"

"You don't want me to fuck your throat?" You growled

"N-no, s-s-s-sir!" Alia struggled to speak.

"Say it! Do you want me to fill your throat with my cock or not?"

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You considered toying with her some more, but after a moment you couldn't stop grinning and you let out a laugh,

"That's too bad then!" And you immediately pulled up on her hair, yanking her head up over the tip of your cock.

"No!" Alia immediately screeched at the top of her lungs, her voice cracking and tears poured down her face, "Please don –Ghhmm!"

In one forceful shove you buried yourself straight down her throat, cutting off her pleas and sending a wave of spit down your balls as you plunged yourself completely into her throat. You quickly transformed her tearful gurgle into a cacophony of gagging as you yanked her by the hair up and down your length.

"We're going to have so much fun!" You chuckled, giving Alia a sharp shove down to your balls, squeeze a sloppy wet gurgle out of her, which quickly turned back into muffled sobs, "Well... I am" You started to giggle with glee, holding Alia down, as you savoured the feel of her throat, plugged with your cock.