I film her masturbating

“Not as long as you keep following my instructions, Ali.” I smile cruelly. “Do nice girls like you think about sex?” I see the confusion on her face, but explain what I'm thinking before she has to ask. “Do you lie in bed at night and touch yourself?”

“What?!” There is a pause that is a fraction of a second too long before she denies it. “No!” That's bullshit, every teen masturbates, even prudish valedictorians but it doesn't really matter.

“That's OK, I tell you what to do...” Alison lifts the sheet even higher and shakes her head even though it is pretty clear she has ****. “Lay down on the bed. Don't worry, you're safe for now. I'll stay right here.”

“Please, Mr. Patterson. I can't, it's too embarrassing.” A stern look from you makes her comply with a sniff. “Good. Now who would a studious young thing like you fantasize about?” I pause trying to rack my brain for teen heartthrobs, “Maybe Shawn Mendes, that Canadian popstar ... or someone closer to home like Will Henderson, I use the name of a former student who was quite the heartthrob among the girls. Do you have a secret crush on our star quarterback, Ali?” Alison gives a little whimper at that, so I decide to go with the jock from a dozen years ago.

“Will's cute, I'll give you that, Ali,” I've taught a lot of athletes like him, "but the boy's as dumb as rocks.” I chuckle cruelly, “I guess you don't care about that though, do you? You just want his rough hands running over your virgin body, touching you ... exploring where no man has ever touched you.”

“Oh, please don't ...” she moans softly but despite her protests, her hands start to caress her breasts. In fact, you're not sure if this Honor Roll student is talking to you, or already slipping into what feels like a familiar fantasy.

“A stud like Will is used to getting what he wants from his dates, Ali.” I tell her as I surreptitiously take out my cell phone and turn on the video. “He expects his dates to put out ... are you the type of girl who's going to deny him?” Another moan, this one louder than the others, and for the first time her fingers reach down between her thighs.

“He can barely hold a conversation with you, Ali.” I tell her, “All he ever talks about is football, but when he gets you alone his meaty hands will be all over you.” You wonder if this is going to break the mood, but instead she starts murmuring softly without my cues.

“Oohhh, that feels so good, you're so strong ... Wait, stop ... oh Will!” Alison's eyes are closed and it is almost like she's forgotten that I am even watching her. “Ohh, my skirt! ... Not so fast, Will ... I'm not sure I'm ready for this yet.” The hand rubbing her snatch is moving faster and harder, and her other hand is twisting her nipples into stiff peaks. It is obvious that in her fantasy her handsy date is moving much faster than this innocent goody-two-shoes is comfortable with. Her body jerks a few times to the side and then her legs spread even wider.

“Please ... I've never ...” I have to wonder what I'd do if I saw one of my former students squirming on the bed like this as I film her. “Oh, you're so big ... I don't know if I can do this... please ... be gentle ...” By now, I am not even trying to hide my phone as I record her jerking and twisting before me. I can only imagine what a good girl like this Honor Roll student Alison is playing would do to avoid having a video like this posted all over the internet.