Find some privacy in the nurse's office

"You really don't look well," Ernest said as he guided the blonde overachiever down the hall. "Let me take you somewhere you can lie down."

Every steps seemed hard for Amanda, who couldn't really summon the strength to respond. Ernest brought her to the office and into the empty nurse's office. He closed and locked the door and seated Amanda on the examining table. As he did, he barraged her with more sexual need.

"Your name's Amanda, right?" He punctuated his question by giving her a very small orgasm. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and nodded.

"I can tell that you're having a hard time. If I didn't know better, I'd say something sexual was happening."

Her eyes flew open as she became cognizant of the compromising position she was in. But Ernest wouldn't let her care about anything other than sex.

"You know," he said, "I think I can help."

Without another word, he reached forward and grasped the bottom of her sweater. He caused a splendid orgasm just at that moment, and while the blonde was moaning, he took the opportunity to lift her shirt off her body. Her bra, skirt, and panties came off in quick succession as Amanda surrendered herself to his maddening touch.

"Lie down," he said, pressing her naked body onto the nurse's examination table.

As she obeyed, Ernest moved forward, rubbing her shoulders, arms, and tummy with his bare hands. As his skin brushed hers, she felt more and more aroused. He worked his way down to her thighs and circled her glistening pussy.

"How does this feel?" he asked, as he helped himself to touching her bare vagina and helped her by causing, at just that moment, a massive orgasms.

"Oh, it feels good?" he asked, and he slightly reduced her horniness. She nodded, breathing heavily with the brief sense of relief. "It seems like you just need to orgasm, Amanda, that should help." Ernest sat back in the nurse's chair and crossed his legs. "Go ahead."

She looked him dead in the eye as if to say "Are you crazy? I'm not going to masturbate in front of you!" But as he dialed up her sexual need, she soon lost her ability to resist. Her fingers flew to her pussy and she started fucking herself madly.

Let's see if this works the other direction, Ernest thought. He summoned the sensation of causing an orgasm with his "touch power" and then tried to invert it. He watched carefully as he pressed his will into the straight-A student, who was furiously rubbing her clit and now pinching her own nipples.

But try though she might, Amanda couldn't get herself to cum.

It works! Ernest cheered to himself. He learned he not only give orgasms, but he could also withhold them.

Trying again to do two things at once, Ernest continued to suppress Amanda's ability to cum while also increasing her need for release. The girl literally started crying and whimpering and then, before long, grunting with frustration.

Fully enjoying her discomfort, Ernest finally spoke up. "You know, you really could ask for help."

"Oh please, PLEASE!" Amanda shouted. "Please please please let me cum."

"That's all you had to say," Ernest smiled. He stood up, walked over to Amanda, and gently brushed one of her magnificent tits.

As he did, he shocked her with an orgasm.

He touched her other breast and caused another orgasm.

He continued this routine--touching a part of her body and causing her to cum--again and again, using different parts of her body but never her pussy. With every orgasm, he reduced her sexual need while increasing her sensitivity.

Finally, she was panting, exhausted, and finally devoid of the uncontrollable horniness Ernest had implanted within her.

"How do you feel now, Amanda?" he asked.

"Much betterrrrr," she purred. "Thank you."

"I want you to know," Ernest said, "that any time you need help like that, you just ask me, and I'll make you feel like you've never felt before."

She chuckled and smiled, a tired look in her eyes.

"Now, you'd better get back to your test!" he shouted. She realized all of a sudden that he was right. He threw her shirt and skirt at her. "I can't find your underwear; best to just get dressed and get back to the cafeteria." She numbly obeyed and within a few minutes, she had left Ernest alone in the office, her drenched panties and C-cup bra still in his sly possession.