Explain that you own her

You pump a last few strokes into the quivering girl, draining your balls into her grasping cunt before pulling out. You lift your chest off her plump breasts, looking down at her tender young body with her hips still pinned firmly to the bed by yours and her eyes closed on blissful satisfaction.

Her eyes open and she looks up at you, her face suddenly confident again.

"Now you'll delete the video," she says firmly. "You got what you wanted, so delete it."

You sneer down at the girl, looking forward to seeing the horror on her face that your words will spur.

"You don't seem to get it, Tamara. I own your sorry ass now, Bitch." You inform her cruelly. "You're a truly impressive fuck but that's only half the picture. This will turn out to be a very profitable day for me."

She looks up at you with wary eyes, uncertainty growing on her face.

"What...I don't...don't understand....profitable?"

"Very. This video of you masturbating to your schoolgirl fantasy, is very enticing, I must say."

"Oh god....oh god....what do you want.....what do you want!" she cries, starting to sit up, her face frantic and angry. You put you hand on her chest, between her sweet young breasts, and push her back down.

"Be still Tamara. Be still and I'll tell you," you order her firmly and calmly. She lays back, staring up at your with wide eyes that show fear, anger and confusion. Her mouth moves, her lips trembling, but she says nothing.

"You're a very wealthy girl, or at least your parents are. I'm sure you can arrange for a modest donation to keep the video between ourselves couldn't you Tamara?"

"They're not rich," she whimpers. "They're not."

"Now, now Tamara don't lie. That little pendant around your neck is at least a one carat diamond, perhaps more." Her perfectly manicured hand covers the diamond possessively, but she doesn't contradict you so you continue. "Tuition here is astronomical, and somehow I don't see you as a scholarship girl. Let's not drag things out by lying."

"What do you want?" she whimpers tearfully as you climb to your feet and sit down on the bed beside her resting your hand firmly between her tits.

"A weekly payment of five hundred dollars. Payable every Friday, starting this week, until the end of the school year. Cash or electronic transfer."

"I don't...don't have that kind of money!"

"You do. Or you can get it. Or you can enjoy guessing where the videos turn up. Perhaps on flash drive on Mr. Watts' desk, maybe emailed to your parents, delivered to Headmistress Naylor, or posted on the internet. I'm sure you can imagine the results even better than I can."

"Oh god....I hate you!....Why don't you just fuck me again? You could fuck me instead. You could fuck me every week instead. Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want the money Tamara," you chuckle and let your hand fall to her belly and then even lower, your fingers tracing down to her labia. "And as to fucking you, that's certainly on the agenda," you smile as you push two fingers into her cream filled cunt, pressing your thumb hard against her engorged clit. Her eyes open wide and she gives a surprised groan as your fingers probe her.

"Yes, I certainly want another piece of your sweet little ass, and that's on the agenda, but it's my agenda," you tell her with a cruel stare. "I'll fuck you when and where and how I choose, and you will pay me weekly. Do you understand you filthy, nasty, dirty little whore?" You finger her hard as you speak, your thrusts punctuating your words.

"Perhaps I'll film that, and then you can put on a real show, screaming for cock as I pound it to you. You'd love that wouldn't you, you horny little bitch?"

"Unnnhhh, oh god....unhh...unh...yes....oh god.....yess yes I understand...oh god....unhh..." she moans, horny again and starting to buck against your impaling hand, grinding her clit against your thumb.

You smile, watching her approach orgasm, loving the feel of her hot wet cunt grasping your fingers and the sight of her stiff nipples straining with excitement. You bring her right to the edge, then step back, pulling your fingers out of her.

She gives a squeak at the loss, her own hands groping at her folds in need.

"Don't stop! Oh God don't stop! Oh God I want it....I need it again...." she implores you as you smile and give her a little wave goodbye.

"Friday Tamara. Five hundred dollars by Friday," you say softly as you press her clothes into her arms and shut the door behind her. Damn that was fine. It takes you a couple minutes to get dressed and you don't hear Tamara outside anymore so you suspect she got your message loud and clear.