Turn up the heat—make her open her eyes and dance while staring at your cock.

You smiled and said in a teasing tone, “Here’s one more thing—if you open your eyes and dance while staring at my cock, I’ll knock another grand off your principal and late fees.”

Susan’s body stiffened noticeably. She bit her lip, a fierce internal battle raging. After a few seconds, she muttered “pervert…” under her breath, but those tightly shut eyes slowly, bit by bit, opened. Her gaze first landed on your face, then, as if drawn by a magnet, drifted downward and finally stopped at the massive erection standing between your legs.

She had never seen such a huge cock in real life. The thick shaft was veined and intimidating, so large that two hands might not fully encircle it; the purplish-red tip was swollen and glossy, already oozing clear fluid. It was at least two sizes bigger than her late husband’s, and even more monstrous than the male performers in the porn videos she’d secretly clicked on over the years. Her brain was screaming at her to look away, but her eyes seemed nailed in place, unable to move.

Ever since her husband died in that car accident five years ago, Susan had locked all her desires deep inside. By day, she was the hardworking single mom; late at night, when the need became unbearable, she could only bite her blanket and quietly finger herself, not daring to make a sound for fear of waking her son in the next room. Now, this strange, intimidating cock was standing bare and erect right in front of her. A long-dormant heat rose from her lower belly, filling her with shame and confusion. Her cheeks slowly burned red, her lower lip turned pale from biting, and her dance steps completely lost their rhythm. What made it even worse was that she could feel her nipples traitorously hardening under her bra, poking two distinct points against the lace fabric.

You keenly caught the changes in her body, and the smirk on your face deepened. You deliberately spoke up while she was lost in a daze, your voice dripping with mockery: “What are you thinking about, Ms. Susan? Could it be… my big cock?”

Susan snapped back to reality like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her face flushing all the way to her ears. She immediately shot back fiercely, “No way! You pervert! How could I possibly be thinking about your filthy thing!” But her gaze was darting everywhere, and her voice was trembling—every word betrayed her.

You knew in your mind that you couldn’t rush the first training session. Getting her to open her eyes and stare, and planting this seed of desire in her mind, was enough for today. So you deliberately dropped your smile, put on a bored expression, and waved your hand dismissively. “Alright, alright. This dance is too ugly to get me going. And your tits aren’t even as big as Jessica’s—just boring. Let’s call it here, Ms. Susan. You can go home now.”

Susan halted abruptly, first stunned, then a wave of relief washed over her from deep inside. Yet, what scared her even more was that beneath that relief, there was also a faint, inexplicable trace of… disappointment? She shook her head hard, as if trying to fling that terrifying thought out of her mind, then grabbed her purse and walked quickly toward the door.

You stopped looking at her and turned to Jessica, who had been waiting nearby. This little bitch you’d trained so obediently was watching you with eager, watery eyes, the buttons of her blouse already half undone by her own hands. You crooked your finger at her. “Come here. Use those big tits and that pretty mouth to help your boss blow off some steam.

"Yes, Boss!" Jessica immediately swayed her hips as she walked over, fully opening her blouse to reveal those D-cup tits wrapped in black lace. She deliberately raised her volume, making sure Susan, who was already at the door, could hear every word clearly: “That old hag, acting all high and mighty—her eyes were practically glued to Boss’s cock. I bet her slutty pussy was already dripping wet down there~”

“Not like me. I’ve always been the most honest with Boss~ The second I see Boss’s big cock, my pussy starts getting wet, I just can’t help it~” As she spoke, Jessica had already knelt between your legs. She cupped her full tits and expertly wrapped them around your veined cock.

Susan’s hand was already on the door handle. The lewd conversation behind her stabbed into her ears like needles. She clenched her jaw and squeezed out through gritted teeth, “Bunch of shameless perverts!” Then she yanked the door open and rushed out without looking back.

In the hallway, the sound of her high heels was rapid and erratic. She half-ran to her car, slammed the door shut, and only then realized her hands on the steering wheel were shaking violently. She took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself, but no matter what, she couldn’t chase away the image from her mind—that thick, intimidating cock, bobbing slightly in the sunlight, its tip glistening lewdly.

What broke her even more was that when she unconsciously reached under her skirt, her fingertips touched a cold, damp spot. Her panties were really wet. From her own pussy. She yanked her hand back as if burned, her face burning hot. “No… this can’t be…” she whispered to herself, but a voice inside mocked her: You clearly got wet from looking at that pervert’s cock. She remembered the Catholic chastity teachings her mother had drilled into her since childhood, thought of her five years of widowhood and purity, and tears finally burst from her eyes. She slammed her foot on the gas, and the car screeched out of the parking lot.

Back in the office, you looked down at Jessica’s desire-filled face and the tip of your cock peeking out from between her cleavage, and began calculating your next move.