First some petty payback

David sat on the edge of the desk, chest still tight from Andrea’s nonstop shit-talking. His head was a fucking mess.

He could make her forget the whole thing.

He could **** her to apologize on her knees.

Hell, he could turn her into another eager little toy like Rachel or Eveline if he wanted.

But all of it felt like the same stupid reactive spiral that had already gotten him a pregnant professor barely an hour ago.

No. Not this time.

He was sick of just reacting. Even if right now all he really wanted was to be petty as fuck.

“Andrea,” David began, his voice low and edged with frustration, “once I finish speaking you will be able to talk again but you will also cum.” While he spoke he took in a quick breath, carefully pausing just long enough to stop the curse from triggering immediately. “You will cum hard. Though you will muffle your moans with your hand, the level of your climax will be the hardest, most arousing and best you have ever felt.”

Now David took a small step closer, eyes locked on hers as he kept speaking. “As you climax, all that hate, spite, pettiness, nastiness, and general dislike for me will be expunged as your sexual fluids. All of it will leave you," he hissed his jaw tight, "And as it does, the only thing you will remember since I told you to follow me is that I am the one responsible for making you feel the best orgasm of your life.”

“Once you climax like I said, you will not remember me ranting at you, telling you about the curse, or even being able to tell you to shut up and follow me," David's smile was nasty showing far too many teeth, as Andrea whimpered." Again, all you can think about is how I made you experience the best orgasm of your life, and you will only associate me with that pleasure and think of me in that light from now on.”

David stood up slowly, a mocking smirk now gracing his lips which he licked in anticipation, "now cum for me.”

As the final words left David’s mouth, the curse took hold.

Andrea’s eyes widened in shock. A violent full-body shudder ripped through her, and her knees buckled instantly.

She dropped to the floor with a choked gasp, barely catching herself on her hands. A violent shudder ripped through her as the first wave crashed over her without warning.

“Oh— fuck—!” she tried to cry out, but the command to muffle her moans kicked in instantly. Her hand flew up to clamp over her mouth just in time.

Her whole body convulsed.

The orgasm hit her like a freight train. It was far harder and deeper than anything she’d ever experienced. Her back arched sharply as pleasure exploded through her core. A ****, muffled cry tore from her throat as her hand flew up to clamp tightly over her mouth. Her hips jerked forward uncontrollably while her pussy clenched and gushed in one long, relentless surge.

Clear fluid soaked through her jeans in heavy, pulsing waves. The dark wet patch spread rapidly across her crotch and down her inner thighs, dripping onto the floor as she trembled violently. Her entire body stayed locked in that single, overwhelming climax, muscles straining, thighs quivering, as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure ripped through her without mercy.

She moaned desperately into her palm, the sound muffled but raw and broken. Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering wildly as wave after wave tore through her. Her free hand clawed at the floor, nails scraping uselessly against the tiles while her thighs trembled violently.

David watched, transfixed, as Andrea came uncontrollably for him.

It wasn’t a quick peak and fade. The pleasure crashed over her in one long, merciless surge that refused to let go. Her hips bucked and jerked helplessly as her body stayed locked in that single, overwhelming climax. Her pussy kept pulsing and gushing in a steady, relentless rhythm, flooding her jeans and pooling beneath her on the classroom floor. The wet, obscene sound of her squirting filled the silent room as the glistening puddle slowly spread wider and wider.

Andrea’s muffled cries grew higher and more frantic behind her hand. Tears of overwhelming pleasure leaked from the corners of her eyes. Her toned stomach clenched tightly under the crop top while her thighs shook violently, her whole body trembling as the endless orgasm continued to tear through her.

The minutes dragged on.

Staying on her knees, Andrea's hand pressed tight over her mouth, as her body writhed and jerked as the single long orgasm continued to ravage her. Her soaked jeans clung obscenely to her skin, the wet stain growing larger with every fresh gush. A glistening puddle slowly spread beneath her knees, the wet, slick sounds of her release filling the silent classroom.

By the time the overwhelming pleasure finally began to ebb, Andrea was completely wrecked.

She remained on her hand and knees, panting harshly into her palm, chest heaving with every ragged breath. Her perky breasts strained against the crop top with each **** inhale. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and the thick puddle of her squirt glistened brightly on the floor beneath her.

David found that he couldn't look away. It was like watching a train crash in real time, it is horrifying but his eyes were drawn to it.

Andrea slowly lifted her head, eyes glassy and unfocused. The sharp, mocking glare she’d worn just minutes ago was completely gone in its place was something dazed, ****, and dangerously warm.

It was this moment that David decided he best head away and fast.