Finishing with Ashleigh

I held on to Ashleigh's head and enjoyed the feel of her soft hair in my hands as her tongue and lips worked on my cock. If finally couldn't take it any more. I pulled out and shot my load on her face.

I could feel Ashleigh orgasm as my hot cum hit her face. She moaned and trembled. I wonder how many orgasms she had had in her life. I didn't see her as the sexual type, but someone who maybe just experimented with mastrubation to see what it was like.

After I finished, I wiped my cock on the top of her head. I told her to look up and flipped the glasses on again. "Ashleigh, you will forget you have cum on your face until you see yourself in a mirror. You need to make good grades and be successful in life, but you have a secret desire to act like a horny dimwitted bimbo during foreplay. You are ashamed of your desire, but at the same time, acting like a horny, dimwitted bimbo gives you relief from the stresses of being successful. You will also masturbate at least 4 times a week while you fantasize about giving rim jobs and blow jobs. You feel very thankful I gave you your sexual favors, but are really afraid I'll tell everyone. You'll do anything if I promise to keep your slutty side a secret. When you leave this office, you will walk to the girls room and check yourself in the mirror."

I flipped the glasses off.

Ashleigh blinked a few times then blushed deeply. She forgot about the cum on her face, but knew she just creamed her panties.

"Well, I'm off," I said after I zipped up.

"Wait!" she pleaded.

"What?"

"Um, you're not going to tell anyone...about this...are you?"

"Hadn't thought about it, but why not?"

"PLEASE don't. PLEASE, I'll do anything!"

"OK, promise me another rim job and blow job later in the week and give me the keys to your car, so I can borrow it today. I'll return it this evening."

"Um, OK," she said embarrassed. She reached in her purse and gave me the keys to her Mazda Miata.

"Thanks. You lick ass and suck cock like a pro-bimbo!" I said, giving her one last zing.

I enjoyed the look of shame on her face and left. I found her car in the parking lot and headed away from school. No need to check out because if they accused me of skipping, I could use the glasses to fix that. I was feeling the need to exert my power over the powerful, so I headed for the Chimney Hills Country Club, the most exclusive, ritzy place in town.