"Okay...fine. You got me there..."

"Oh no, no way. I'm not gonna suck your dick. Fuck off. I'll sit in the corner and write a thousand lines if you want, but I'm not doing that."

The last words send a jolt of fear through Jenny, but it's quickly overshadowed by arousal. She shudders beneath your gaze, feeling her wetness spread between her legs. "Please..." she whispers, barely able to get the word out. "I want you to do it...to be mean to me..."

Her eyes are wide with desire and need as they search yours for some sign that you understand.

"Oh..." Jenny's voice catches in her throat as she processes your words. She hadn't even considered the possibility that you wouldn't have sex with her. "I-I understand...I just want to make it up to you in any way I can." Her cheeks flush anew at the thought of offering herself to you in any other way than through sex.

She looks down at her feet, feeling small and exposed under your gaze. "Please..." she whispers again, her voice little more than a breath.

She freezes in shock, whirling around to face you again. "No way! You can't do that!" She exclaims. "My parents will kill me if I go to prison! They'll disown me!" Her voice cracks as panic sets in. "What am I supposed to do now?"

She looks at you, pleadingly, her sassy facade completely gone.

Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she takes a step back. "I-I'll do anything... just don't tell my parents. Please..." Her voice trails off, and she begins to sob quietly.

All right...I'll keep going." Jenny continues to dance for you, growing more confident as she feels the music take control of her body. She spins around and bends over, giving you a view of her perfectly rounded ass in her thong. Her breath comes faster now, her heart racing as she realizes how much power you have over her right now.

"I'm...sorry," she whispers, still moving to the music. "I don't know what came over me."

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the song comes to an end. Jenny stands there, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment and exertion, and she can feel the heat rising in other places as well. She looks down at your desk, unable to meet your gaze.

"Well...thank you for letting me dance," she mumbles, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "

Her face turns even redder at your words as she realizes what you want her to do. She takes a deep breath and then slowly lowers her head, engulfing your erection with her mouth. Her tongue darts out to touch the sensitive skin of your shaft as she begins to bob up and down on it.

She's never done this before, but she knows that you must want her to be a good dog and please you in any way possible.

The taste of you on her tongue sends shivers down her spine as she barks loudly around your cock. Her hands grip at the fabric of your pants, holding herself steady as she sucks and licks in rhythm. She's never been so embarrassed or turned on in her life, but the thrill of being your good dog and pleasing you like this is almost overwhelming.

Her breath hitches as you pull back, releasing her breast and cupping her face instead. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. Without another word, you lean forward and kiss her deeply, tongue thrusting into her mouth to claim hers just as firmly.

As you suck on her lips, she can feel your hand moving lower, between her legs again. Her hips buck against the touch, searching for more friction as her orgasm builds relentlessly. "Oh God..."

Her words are muffled by your kisses as you maneuver her body onto your desk, spreading her legs wide. You guide your hard length to her mouth, pushing inside until she can feel the head pressed against the back of her throat. Her eyes water at the sensation, but she doesn't resist; instead, she sucks eagerly, trying to draw you deeper into her mouth.

Her fingers dig into the fabric of your pants as she strokes in rhythm with each thrust of your hips.