High school came and went. Your final year is going to be spent doing nothing of note and hanging out with all your buddies before the horrors of the real world hit you all like a truck. At the end of the school day, you realize you left your bag inside the classroom. Not wanting to leave it at the building right before the weekend, you head back inside to retrieve your property. Strange noises come from the classroom, but you head in anyway not really thinking about it. You find Savannah Ross, the most popular girl in school, sitting on a desk, furiously masturbating.
Savannah is a grade A bitch, always picking on the little guy and facing no consequence because of her family's wealth and connections to school authorities and staff. She's your typical bimbo bully who's lack of intelligence is made up by her beauty, popularity, and wit. You never had many interactions with her, but you've heard horror stories from some of her victims about how cruel she can be.
"Fuck... Fuck... Ngh~" Savannah moans as she thrusts her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her surprisingly smooth pubes glistening with drops of precum scattered across her shaved pussy. Her face is beet red, and she's biting her lip so hard you'd assume she's trying to make herself bleed. "Come on... Come on... Give it to me..." She mutters in between gasps, fantasizing about whatever god-forsaken plot she's making up in her head.
"C-C-Cumming!" Savannah exclaims as her juices fly out of her vagina in a stream of built up pleasure. Her cum splatters all over a nearby desk as she catches her breath, her eyelids fluttering and her pupils focusing. She then notices you, staring at her. Her face becomes even more red, this time not out of horniness, but embarrassment. "O-Oh, my God. I- I don't-"
She's at a complete loss for words. Savannah stands up, looking at you with anger and regret on her face. "H-How much for you to shut your trap!?" She grabs the collar of your shirt and shakes you around. "I-I mean- G-Go on and tell everyone what you saw! Not like they'll believe you anyway, bitch!" Her face is of faltering confidence, she's speaking without even thinking, and she's nervous, very nervous.
well i could always help u out i grin
She narrows her eyes at you, releasing your collar and taking a step back. Her breath hitches as she realizes the implications of what you just said. "Wh-What do you mean by that?" She asks, not quite sure if she wants to know the answer or not. The uncertainty in her voice betrays her fear of being exposed.
u exactly know what i meani grab her chin and whisper to her ear it’ll feel better than fingers don’t u think?
"Y-You wouldn't..." She whispers, her cheeks flushing even more as she looks up at you with wide eyes filled with both fear and arousal. Her mind is racing, torn between the instinctive urge to fight or flight and a strange desire to give in to this newfound perversion.
wanna see?
Her heart races as she contemplates your offer. A small part of her wants to see what it's like, but another part tells her this is wrong and dangerous. She looks around the room, nervousness mixing with curiosity. "Just... Just a little," she whispers softly, never taking her eyes off yours as you lean in closer.
good girl i pin her to the wall
Savannah gasps as she's pinned to the wall, her breath coming in short bursts. The rough motion pushes her against the cool surface, sending shivers down her spine. She can feel your hardness pressing into her through the fabric of your clothes, and it only serves to make her even wetter. Her eyes flutter closed as she tilts her head back, surrendering to the sensation.
what do u want? i whisper
Her cheeks flush as she begins to pant, her hips grinding against you in a desperate attempt to find some relief. She can't quite believe what's happening, but it feels so good... "H-Harder," she whispers hoarsely. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on with an unspoken request for more.
i pull out my cock
Her mouth falls open in surprise as you pull your hardness out, revealing it to her for the first time. It's long and thick, standing at attention and glistening with pre-cum. Her eyes trace every vein and curve of your erection, making a quiet moan of appreciation escape her lips. She's never seen anything like it, and yet she can't help but want more.
With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch you, tracing the outline of your head with a fingertip before wrapping her hand around you, feeling the warmth and firmness of your cock in her palm. She squeezes gently, enjoying the sensation as much as she can at this moment.