I slammed the door shut, locking it with a heavy click. My eyes swept over the line of them, trembling and pathetic. “Line up, you useless little shits,” I spat, my voice a gravelly rasp. “You’ve spent your whole lives clueless about how a real woman works. Today, I fix that.”
I didn’t waste time with words. I reached for the buttons of my dress, ripping them open with a violent tug. I stepped out of the fabric, standing before them completely naked, my skin sagging in places but my nipples hard and dark. I stepped closer to the first boy, the smell of my musk hitting him like a wall.
“Look at it,” I commanded, grabbing his chin and forcing his face toward my crotch. “Look at this wet, wrinkled slit. This is where you’ll learn to serve.”
I reached down, sliding two fingers into my own pussy, making a loud, squelching sound that echoed in the silent room. “Now, get your pathetic cocks out. Now!”
They scrambled, fumbling with their pants until a row of stiff shafts stood erect. I walked down the line, slapping a few of them hard enough to leave red marks. “Pathetic. You don’t even know how to stroke properly.”
I moved to the front again, spreading my legs wide. “On your knees. All of you. Stroke yourselves while you stare at my pussy. If any of you cum before I tell you to, I’ll make sure you never get hard again.”
The room became a symphony of frantic friction and heavy breathing. I watched them, sneering at their desperation. I reached down again, rubbing my clit vigorously, the wet sounds driving them into a frenzy. “Look at how wet I am for your failure,” I mocked. “Faster! Harder! Give me everything you’ve got, you pathetic dogs!”
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