Explain the whole deal to her

You pump a last few strokes into the quivering girl, draining your balls into her grasping cunt before pulling out. You stand between her thighs, looking down at her tender young body, her breasts wobbling with each breath she takes, her eyes closed on blissful satisfaction. You see your seed start to ooze out of her pussy and smile in satisfaction as you take a few pictures of the well fucked schoolgirl before you tuck your cock away.

Her eyes open and she looks up at you, her face suddenly confident again.

"Now you'll delete the videos," she says firmly. "You got what you wanted, so delete them."

You sneer down at the girl, looking forward to seeing the horror on her face that your words will spur.

"That was very good Tamara," you congratulate her. "A truly impressive fuck for a bitch your age, and a 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 wary eyes, 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 again? 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 cream filled cunt, pressing your thumb hard against her engorged clit. Her eyes open wide and she gives a surprised groan as your fingers probe her.

"Yes, I certainly want another piece of your sweet little ass, and that'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.

"Perhaps I'll film that, and then you can put on a real show, screaming for cock as I pound it to you. You'd love that wouldn't you, you horny little bitch?"

"Unnnhhh, oh god....unhh...unh...yes....oh god.....yess yes I understand...oh god....unhh..." she moans, horny again and 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 again...." 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.