Tutoring is over

Finally empty you pull your cock out of Rose and push her to the side, standing up to look down at the two girls. They look delightfully slutty, dressed only in their knee socks and shoes, with ties loose around their necks. Rose is gasping on the couch, still quivering, her eyes half closed. Margot has spread her thighs wider, her fingers opening her folds to show the pink glory of her sodden cunt, her eyes looking up at you as she pleads silently for your cock.

You consider grabbing her by the hair and thrusting your shaft into her mouth to make her clean it, and you can see by the look on her face that she not only expects it but would welcome it. Your cock is half hard, shining with Rose's juices and smeared with come, and it twitches as you think about violating Margot's mouth or cunt.

You know these two conniving bitches are playing you, willing to use their ripe young bodies to distract you and protect their secret society. The thought that they're yours for the taking, not just now but in the future gives you a feeling of power and satisfaction, loving the submission of these rich girls to your cock.

Moreover, you seem to have tapped some basic need to be used and dominated in them. Your coldness and cruel, degrading words have excited them beyond all expectations, increasing your sense of control over them. This is immense fun, you think to yourself as you look down at Margot's pleading eyes and whimpering mouth, her fingers holding herself open and ready for ravishing.

How better to reinforce the lesson and solidify your control than by reminding them of their worthlessness.

"Tutoring is over. Get your clothes on and get out," you snap coldly, stepping back and starting to dress. Margot looks at you, her face stricken, her chin wobbling as though she's about to cry. Rose moans softly and starts to rise from the couch, her fingers touching her ravished sex.

"But...but...Mr. Carter..." Margot whimpers plaintively, still offering herself to you. "Please Mr. Carter....please..."

"I'm done with you," you interrupt, making your voice harsh. "Get dressed and get out."

"But..." she starts again, but you step forward and grab her by the throat, glaring into her dismayed face.

"Bitches do what they're told," you hiss. "Bitches who hope that the male will ever mount them again will obey. Bitches who do not obey are worthless, unworthy of being mounted. Unworthy of being bred."

You feel her shudder in your grasp as she bites her lip to keep from sobbing. When you release her she rises quickly, pulling her clothes on, not looking at you as she makes small distraught noises. Rose is already dressed, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Thank you for tutoring us Mr. Carter," she says softly. "I think I learned a lot."

You stare at her silently as she strokes Megan's back and puts her arm around her shoulders, leading her to the door. Margot looks back over her shoulder at you, her eyes swimming with tears. She seems about to speak, but Rose makes a shushing noise and opens the door, leading her outside and shutting it behind them.