By the Window [Script fill]

Transcript

Come in. Ah, finally here. Yes, I'm sure you're quite busy with the other classes.

However, I sent you an email for this meeting at 9.15 a.m. yesterday. Did I not? Why don't you pull up your email and look for yourself? You're a law student, girl.

You should remember these sort of details. They'll come in handy when. ..

Excuse me? Did you just huff at me? I am not in the mood for your attitude today.

Do I make myself clear? What I want is an explanation. An explanation as to how you left the exam while leaving such abysmal answers.

Hmm? Well? I thought you were right, did you? You left it blank.

Why didn't you put something down? The answer is blatantly obvious. Even a child could have.

You didn't know. This was covered in first year of law. If it were only a few questions, I wouldn't have batted an eye.

However, the whole paper is blank. So for you, one of my students, to give me this wasted piece of paper and to give me an attitude and to make me wait, especially when I'm already so busy. Quite frankly, I'm wondering if you even have a brain up there.

Christ, I don't have time for all this. What are you doing here? Don't tell me.

Are you going to cry? I won't have a single tear shed over such stupid. ..

Oh, you dirty girl. Dirty, dirty girl. That's not fear, is it? Biting your lip.

You're turned on, aren't you? You're getting aroused from my anger. Do you think this is a joke? Do you honestly think I'm just having fun? Come here.

Cross the table. Stand by the window. Yes, behind my desk.

Now strip. Did I stutter? I'm waiting.

Strip. Do it. Don't look outside.

Look at me. When I'm talking to you, your eyes are only to be on mine. Do you understand? You still can't follow my instructions.

No? Then what did I tell you to do? Well, fucking do it.

Good. Facing the window. Finally listening.

About time. Spread your legs. Now that's much better.

Keep your legs spread so I can. .. Rub your clit.

Just like this. Nice, firm circles. That's your favorite spot, isn't it? I thought as much.

Just enjoy my fingers playing with your clit. No more complaining. Just moan.

What did I just say? No complaining. I know people could see you.

That's the point. This is your punishment. The next time you complain.

.. I'll be using this. You know what this is very well, don't you? The most worthy riding crop.

You keep acting up and distracting me. I might just have to use it. Down here.

Yes, right on your clit. You don't like that? There's an easy fix to that.

Behave. Then I won't have to. Keep your head up now.

I want to see your face as I play with your clit. Yes. That's it.

Moan for me. Imagine what people must be thinking. They're passing by my door.

We wouldn't be able to hear their footsteps over your moans. Did I say to be quiet? No.

Then stop trying to cover your mouth. Don't make me use the crop. That's better.

Keep your hands down by your side. Stop fingering this pussy. My pussy.

Tell me girl, who owns it? Who owns this pussy? Very good.

Just let my fingers push deep inside you. Looking outside? Are you nervous about someone seeing you? Seeing me back against the window.

Seeing your knees spread. Tell me. Just what would you be charged with if someone saw you? Decent exposure? Such a basic answer.

Maybe I should turn you around. Oh my my. You're clenching.

Do you want people to watch you being used? Don't bite your lip. Speak up.

A law student should not be timid. Now speak up. That's better.

That is better my little slut. No you're not. Do you want to put on a show for people? In front of a crowd? Why, I bet you wouldn't mind if the gunman used you either, would you? Do you not? I ask you, do you not? Better.

That is the definition of a slut, and I don't know what is. Why, I'd bet my law degree on it. Don't tell me.

Are you close already? So desperate. No, no, you don't have my permission to come.

You're begging his music to my ears. Too bad. You're not coming until I let you.

Now take a deep breath. There you go. Deep breaths.

I'm just keeping you on edge. I always keep my crop close by. Now, finger yourself for me.

Put on a show. Entice me. God.

So desperate, please. Do you want me to praise you for doing a good job? Won't put the effort into an exam, but happy to do this on the side.

Look up at me. I want to see your eyes. There you go.

That's a good look for you. Stick your tongue out. Suck on my fingers.

You want to come? Have you earned it? You have, have you? Tell me, what have you done? Because all I can remember is you sat on my desk and let me finger fuck you.

Now you finger fucking yourself. So tell me, have you really earned it? No, you haven't.

So no, you keep on that edge. Keep whimpering and moaning. Desperation.

I want to see you teetering on the edge. I said no, no orgasm. If you're that close, then stop.

I said stop. You sat on my table even when I told you no. Such a naughty slut.

Just look at all that mess you've made. Take your fingers out. This will require a different punishment.

Oh yes. The crop. No, that won't be necessary.

Instead. I know you're sensitive after cumming. My fingers must be too much.

If you want to cum so badly, I'll just have to give it to you. Over and over and over. Until you're begging me to stop.

Until you're just too dumb to think. Your clit's all swollen. Squirming and bucking against my hand.

I wonder how many orgasms until you're lying there. Motionless. That's it.

Take my fingers. Let them in as deep as you can take them. You want me to slow down? You'll sit there and take what I give you.

No cum for me. You did it before. I know you're still sensitive.

There you fucking go. You're doing as you're told. Good girl.

Look at you. Leg shaking. Chest heaving.

Eyes dazed. That's how you should be. Sitting there.

Obedient. Silent. So I can.

.. fuck out my frustrations. I know.

You must be incredibly sensitive. You're not used to cumming twice in a row like that. Must be overwhelming.

If I were just to run my finger over your clit. What a jump. Does it hurt? That's just too bad.

One more. I'm fine. I'll stop.

But instead, lay back. So I can get my frustrations out. By fucking you.

You're so tight. Don't be too loud now. Look.

Look over there. The window is open. If you're too loud, the students will hear you.

Somebody hear your moans as I. .. Fuck you.

On this table. Just one. What would everyone think? Fuck.

Is that how you're gonna keep yourself quiet? By covering your mouth with your hands? Your hands are still spilling out.

Makes me want to pin your hands up. Too sensitive, you say? What did I just tell you? You stay there.

Let me fuck you. I don't care how sensitive you are. I am pent up to the brim.

Faculty being useless. Stupid students. Everyone pushing my fucking buttons.