"I'm not a slut!" She cried out, she hated that word. She was not some cheap whore that wanted this, that was begging for it. He<em>made</em>her do this, he forced his way inside of her, she didn't like any of it. It was her body betraying her, not her mind, she hated all of this.<br/><br/>He kept thrusting and hitting that spot, it was so hard for her not to moan in pleasure. He touched her and then spanked her again, and he yelped and moaned all at once. She had to, she had to let it out, fuck, that one spot, why was he hitting it over and over? Shit, fucking Mr. Mercer. He was playing her good, dirty bastard. He had Melody moaning and whining the rest of the time. As he pulled her up, he hit that spot more, harder and harder, Melody was panting  for relief. She needed him to stop or else she wasn't going to last much longer, she would give in and climax for him, right there in his room.<br/><br/>No sooner did she feel the pressure mount in her core, did he pull out with at *pop*. Melody felt the pressure drain out of her. She then felt the cum squirt allover her red bum, and once again she was grossed out. "Please, may I go now?" Her voice trembled. she needed to get out of there and quick. she didn't want him to know that he had made her actually want to cum. She was bright red, and just wanted to get the hell out of there and fast.