Let her show you what she'll do.

You look down at the tearful girl, seeing the willingness in her eyes, knowing that you could take advantage of her without much difficulty. In the last few days you've compromised more of your principles than you ever expected, so what would one more step down the road matter. Despite the fact that you drained your balls into the eager Josefina earlier, you find yourself stiffening at the tempting sight of this ripe girl looking up at you with wanton, drunken eyes.

"Let's see just how much you're prepared to do for another chance Miss Adamason," you say, taking her hand and stepping back towards your desk. She smiles happily, wiping the tears from her cheeks, her eyes glinting. You sit down in your chair, still holding her hand and looking up at her, your eyes a silent command. You feel like you've crossed another boundary in your career at Pink Rose, and though you feel twinges of guilt, you have no intention of stopping now.

Without hesitation Bethany slides to her knees stroking her hands up your thighs and pushing them open as she bites her lips and looks up at you.

"I'm ready to do whatever I need to Dean Hawkfeather," she murmurs, slurring slightly, her hands stroking over the bulge in your khakis. "I'm so sorry for being drunk in your class. Please forgive me Sir."

"You've got to earn forgiveness," you tell her as she unbuckles your belt and unzips your pants, her hands fishing inside for your cock. She giggles softly as she pulls it out, stroking it with both hands as she looks up at you, licking her lips.

"I'm ready," she coos, lowering her head and swirling her tongue around the tip, giving a little shudder of excitement. "You're so hot and tasty Sir!"

"You need to get it all in your mouth Bethany," you growl softly, reaching out and running your fingers through her blonde hair. She purrs, opening her soft lips and taking you deeper, her cheeks moving as she sucks you. You grunt, shifting your hips to thrust into her sweet hot mouth. She strokes your shaft with one hand, her other cradling your balls, rolling them gently as she moans around your meat.

She starts to bob her head, taking your deeper with each movement, stroking and caressing you as she sucks harder and harder. You rock your hips, fucking her pretty face, savouring the look of the blonde teen with her lips stretched around your cock. Any last thoughts of stopping dissolve at the erotic vision and you hold her head tighter, thrusting into her as you grunt with feral satisfaction.

You're deep in her mouth, your cock touching the back of her throat, loving the warm wet sensation of her, feeling immensely virile and powerful, your shaft throbbing. She pulls herself off your meat, gasping, strands of saliva trailing from her lips to your cock.

"So good," she pants. "So fucking good."

"You need to keep earning," you sneer, pulling her back onto your cock and pressing it deep. She works her jaws, trying to take more of you, her mascara running as her eyes water from the effort. She scrabbles at her shirt with one hand, tugging open the buttons and exposing her ripe breasts, barely encased in a wisp of bra. You reach down and squeeze a handful of titflesh as you grunt and thrust, rubbing your thumb over a nipple that's hard as a pebble. Bethany is sucking frantically, her eyes running as she strains to take you deeper.

You pull her off your cock to let her breathe and she gags, panting, drool trailing from her lips as she looks up at you with drunken hunger, her breasts heaving as she pants. You feel fierce and strong, your cock pulsing with need as you thrust back into her mouth, holding her head with both hands as you grind your hips, skull fucking the helpless girl.

You feel your balls boiling with semen and you throw your head back, giving a throaty growl as you explode. You spurt jet after jet of cream into her mouth, holding her by the hair as you fill her up, looking down at her wide eyes full of tears, her throat working as she tries to swallow the load. She gags around your shaft, her nose running with a mixture of mucus and semen, more of it drooling from the corners of her mouth, her eyes silently pleading with you for release, until with a final shuddering gasp you let her go. She slumps back, gasping deeply as she struggles to breath, your seed running from her mouth, her face a mess of sweat, tears, saliva and semen.

She looks utterly ruined, utterly wanton, and your cock twitches proudly at the thought that it's your doing.