Pete wiped the sweat of his forehead with the girls torn panties. The young blonde sure had given him a decent work-out, even though she had made him climax far too quickly for his taste yet again. He would last a lot longer next time, when the added arousal of popping her cherry wasn’t clouding his mind and her cunt would more readily adapt to his size. He shook his head when Melody asked if should leave. His other hand was still locked tightly into her long blonde locks and he pulled her off the desk by her hair until her feet carried her tiny frame again. He spun her around by the shoulders and sternly looked down into her eyes.<br/><br/><strong>“You can tell me whatever little lie you like, you dirty little tramp, but I know a cock-craving little slut when I meet one. And you get to leave <em>when I say</em> it’s time for you to leave.” </strong><br/><br/>He pointed at his still semi-hard rod, which was glistening in a sweet layer of her juices.<br/><br/><strong>“I suggest you first clean off the mess you made.” </strong><br/><br/>He grabbed her closer to him by the waist and used the opportunity to let his hand disappear underneath her skirt. He smeared his cum load all over her ass cheeks. Pete then pushed down onto her shoulders until she dropped back to her knees.<br/><br/><strong>“You can leave once you’ve licked up every little trace of your sluttiness off my cock. And not a moment sooner. You’re not the first snooty little bitch I’ve trained…”</strong><br/><br/>The girl had poked a fire inside of him that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Students came and went with each passing year, but a precious few lingered in his mind for decades after they had left Saint Catherine’s. Pete was sure that this little blonde tramp Melody would be another one of those. He would fuck her so often that she’d beg for his cock on her hands and knees by the end of the semester.