I enter the classroom

The girl sags back on the desk, purring softly as her fingers gently stroke her folds, obviously savouring the last spasms of her orgasm. I keep filming, smiling at the look of satiation on her pretty face.

I push the button to stop recording, then deliberately scuff my shoe on the floor. The girl's eyes snap open as she sits up, her face frantic with alarm.

"What the fuck! Who are you!" she blurts out in a panic as she reaches down to start tugging up her leggings.

"I'm Dwayne Dexter" I say calmly. "And you are?"

"I'm... I'm..." her pretty face is scarlet with embarrassment as she hurriedly straightens her clothing and starts to head towards the door, then stops as she realises that means approaching me.

"A very interesting show you put on. Is that normal behaviour for you?"

"I was just... oh my god I was just straightening my clothes..."

"Straightening your clothes. I see." I say, holding up my phone and pressing the replay button. The girl's scarlet face glows with deeper embarrassment as her urgent moans and lewd words can clearly be heard on the recording. "You're quite the little performer aren't you? What's your name girl?"

She hangs her head.

"Valerie... Please, I'm sorry. I know it was wrong. Please don't tell nobody. Please Dwayne."

She looks up at me with pleading eyes full of tears.

There is an opportunity here, I tell myself with a smile.

"I'm sure a lot of people would be impressed at your performance Valerie" I say quietly, watching in satisfaction as she winces. "You'd like to be known internet wide for your thespian abilities?"

"Please Dwayne...my parents would kill me....you can't..."

"You can't tell me what to do stupid white girl"

"Please..." she begs, whimpering tearfully, her face a crumpled mess of desperation. "I'll...I'll do anything..." She steps closer to me, slowly sinking to her knees in front of me, her face beseeching me.

This hoe is already learning her place

Sneakily I change my phone to record, pointing it at the begging white girl on her knees in front of me.

"Spell it out Valerie. Tell me exactly what you're prepared to do." I say, looking down at her coldly.

"Oh God I'll suck you...suck your...black cock," she sobs, looking up at me with tears running down her cheeks.

"You're a dirty little girl aren't you Valerie?"

"What...yes...I'm a dirty girl"

"Tell me just how dirty you are bitch. Tell me what kind of slutty whore you are."

"Oh god....I'm a slut...a nasty slut I'll swallow your come. Let me suck you like a dirty little whore." She sobs, her hands reaching out for my pants. I take a short step back, sneering at her.

"You haven't earned that yet. Tell me everything you'll do for me."

"Please Dwayne...you can come on my face, use me as a suck toy. I'm begging you."

"You can do better bitch."

"Oh god what more do you want?" she sobs brokenly.

"You have more holes than just your mouth girl."

"Oh god." She sobs, looking up at me, her face stricken with grief and flushed with shame. "You can use me.I'll get up on the desk and you can fuck me like a bitch. Fuck my slutty white pussy please."

"Just your pussy whore?"

"You're so cruel....you can take my ass. Fuck my ass, fuck all my slutty holes." She sobs brokenly. "Do whatever you want...please Dwayne"