You look sensually at Emily as she stands by the door of your room. You're sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning back on your arms, back arched to push your braless, hard nippled boobs out against the fabric of your tight, clingy dress. Your legs are spread wide and you know she can see your pussy. You undulate your hips a bit in invitation.
Emily's eyes are wide as she takes you in. She nervously licks her lips. Her breathing is deep and you know she's right on the edge. You move a hand to hike the hem of your dress right up, leaving her no doubt as to what you're offering, as if you weren't pretty obvious already. You run your fingers teasingly along your upper thigh, stopping just below your pussy, then back down. She takes a deep breath and you know the moment has arrived. Will she or won't she?
"I... I'm sorry but I can't do this," she says quietly, lowering her eyes, "I have to go," she adds and starts to reach for the door knob.
"You're not going anywhere until I say so," you say in a firm voice and she freezes, eyes wide as she turns to you.
"WHAT?" Emily gasps in surprise.
"You heard me," you say evenly. You sit up and bring your legs together and look right at her. "You're going to tell me what I want to know and you're not leaving until you do."
"What are you talking about?" she asks, still a bit shocked by the change in your tone.
"You're going to tell me what teachers are into girls," you remind her of what you asked before, "I'll find out about that students on my own," you add with a grin.
"I told you that I can't tell you that," Emily says, her own voice stern, "and I won't," she snaps as she reaches for the handle again.
"But you will, Emily," you say confidently, "or you're going to really regret this day."
"Are you threatening me?" she asks as she looks at you hard.
"I saw security cameras in the hallway," you say, a grin on your face.
"Yeah, so?" she asks.
"And I assume they're working?" you ask.
"Of course they are. They'd be useless if they weren't. What's you point?" Emily asks demandingly.
"I wonder what would happen if after you left, about a minute later I went running out into the hall with my dress ripped and screaming that I was just molested and assaulted?" you ask with a confident smirk.
"You... you wouldn't...," Emily gasps, her eyes wide at the thought.
"The security cameras will show that you had just left, so it would have to be you that did it to me, right?" you ask, making an obvious point, standing and slipping off your heels.
"OH...MY...GOD!" she gasps, eyes wide, face going red in anger. "YOU BITCH! YOU PLANNED THIS!"
"I usually get what I want and I'm not above playing a bit dirty to get it," you say with a smile.
"I...I don't believe you'll do it," she says, but not confidently.
"You know better than that Emily," you smirk, "My just suggesting it should show that I'm serious and sure WILL do it, unless you tell me what I want to know. So you can let go of the door now."
You see Emily's face flush as she looks at you hard. Her jaw locks and she slowly takes her hand off the door knob, clenching both hands into fists. You smile at her smugly, then reach down. You hear her gasp as you pull your dress up and off, tossing it aside to stand naked in front of her.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" she gasps, looking at your naked body.
"You know Emily, I would have preferred you took me up on my offer and we just had fun together as friends," you tell her, " but I guess we'll have to do it this way. But we can still have fun," you add with a lick of your full lips. "Take your jacket off Emily."
"WHAT? YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS?" she gasps in shock.
"I think you KNOW I'm serious," you tell her and walk toward her, your 34d boobs swaying, "Want me to help you take it off?" you ask as you stand in front of her and start to reach up.
"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU BITCH!" Emily hisses at you and steps back.
"Want me to run out into the hallway now?" you say calmly as you reach for the knob, "It'll look even worse if you're still here."
"DON'T!" she says,her voice a plea, then takes a deep breath, staring at your hand on the door.
"I'm waiting," you smile, tasingly turning the knob.
"Okay, okay," she says and after a moments she pulls her jacket off roughly, showing her anger. "There. Satisfied?"
"I knew you had big tits," you say as you let go of the door and look at her chest. "Maybe even as big as mine," you say and cup your own boobs, lifting them up as you step closer.
You reach out to her chest and Emily's eyes go wide. She takes a quick step back and reaches up to grab your wrists before you can touch her.
"Let go," you tell her in a commanding voice, "and if you're thinking of slapping me or anything like that, marks will just add to the evidence," you grin.
She gasps, knowing you're right. You can see her jaw moving as she grits her teeth and slowly releases your wrists.
"That's better," you smirk, "now stand still."
Emily holds her breath, bracing herself as she watches you place your hands on her boobs. She closes her eyes and turns her head away. You smile at her reaction as you feel her tits up, grinning as you hear her gasp quickly as you lightly pinch at her nipples.
"Nice tits Emily," you say as you fondle them. "Now, is there anyone you want to tell me about?"
She shakes her head no, her body tense as you squeeze her boobs. You just smile and start to unbutton her blouse. Her body tenses up even more, growing rigid. You unbutton it right to her slacks and push it open, seeing her full tits in her bra.
"Mmmm, those ARE nice Emily," you say as you lick your lips." Now stay still, got it?"
You smile as you glance down and see her hands are balled into tight fists, her hands white from squeezing so hard. You bend, hearing her gasp as your tongue licks above a cup. She starts to reach up, but you expected her to and block her, pushing her arms down.
"I said to stay STILL," you snap and hear her take a deep breath as she lowers her arms to her sides.
With a smile, you bring your tongue back to her boobs, licking above the restraining cups. She breathes in hard through her nose as you lick at her deep cleavage. You feel her quiver as you push your tongue into her cleavage, giving her a hint of the length of your unusually long, pointed tongue.
You look down and see that her nipples are poking out through her bra. You grab her forearms to keep them in place as you move your head a bit lower. Emily gasps as you give each nipple a light bite.
"Still not going to tell me about any of the teachers here?" you ask and she shakes her head quickly, sticking to her resolve. "We'll see about that," you smile confidently.
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