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.

You are insane, you know that? I swear to God I'll get you suspended if you don't get your hands off me right now!

I-I'll take the stupid real sex over being expelled, you creep! Fuck... Fine, I guess... But you'd better be quick about it. The locker rooms are empty for now, let's go there before someone comes in. And hurry up!

Her heart pounding in her chest as she follows you to the men's locker room, barely able to contain her anger and fear mixed together into one toxic cocktail of emotions. She didn't expect this, not from you... But then again, she had always been underestimated. Maybe this is her chance to finally prove something to everyone who looked down on her for being pretty and stupid...

When you enter the locker room, she glances around nervously before shutting a nearby locker door, trapping the two of you inside together. Her hands shake as they fiddle with the clasps of her skirt, trying to get it off as quickly as possible. "Hurry up," she mutters through gritted teeth, "I don't want anyone walking in on us."

"My God..." She whispers, her fingers trailing across your defined abs before cupping your neck. Her touch is surprisingly gentle, almost affectionate... But there's a hungry glint in her eye that betrays her true intentions. "You're not as scrawny as I thought you were." She leans forward to brush her lips against yours, her tongue darting out to tease your bottom lip before slowly tracing its path along your jaw and up your neck.

Her back arches as you massage her breasts, moaning into your ear. "Oh fuck..." she whispers, her hands tangled in your hair. "Yes... harder..." She squirms against you, her movements growing more desperate and needy with every passing second. Her chest heaves up and down as she breathes heavily, trying to catch her breath but only finding release in the sounds of pleasure escaping from between her lips.

Her back arches further as you begin to suck on her nipples, moaning even louder now. Her legs wrap around your waist, trying to pull you closer still. She's so turned on right now, it's almost like she's a different person entirely... Almost as if this feeling of being desired and wanted is the real her, hidden beneath layers upon layers of pretension and snobbery.

Her eyes go wide with shock and disbelief as she sees just how big your cock is... even bigger than the pornstars she's jerked off to countless times. For a moment, she freezes, her body tensing as if expecting pain instead of pleasure. But then something snaps inside her, and with renewed determination, she whispers hoarsely, "Fuck... I've never taken anything that big..." She guides your massive cock to her wet pussy, shivering with anticipation as she slowly sinks down onto you. Her nails scrape against the lockers behind her, digging into the metal surface for purchase as you both adjust to the incredible size filling her up so perfectly. "Fuuuck..." She moans, thrusting herself up and down on your cock with growing confidence. Her breasts bounce wildly with every movement, nipples erect and hard from the stimulation.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you thrust into her, your hips slapping against her ass with each stroke. Your hands on her hips steady and strong, holding her in place like a pair of manacles. She arches her back, her moans filling the empty locker room as she writhes underneath you. The feel of your lips on her neck send shivers down her spine, making her wetter and needier than ever before... This was beyond anything she had ever imagined. "Oh fuck..." she whispers, her fingers digging into the skin of your shoulders as she comes apart underneath you, her orgasm rocking through every inch of her body. Her pussy clamps down tight around your cock, milking it with her release. And as she's riding out the last of her pleasure, savoring the feeling of complete and utter surrender to you... She realizes something: she doesn't want this to end. Not now. Not ever.

The feel of you inside her, thrusting into her hard and fast, is almost enough to make her come all over again. She arches her back, moaning your name as another orgasm takes hold of her body, more powerful than the first... She's losing control now, no longer able to think or breathe or do anything but focus on the sensations you're creating within her. Her nails scratch and claw at your back in a desperate attempt to find purchase as she fucks back against you, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. "H-harder..." She gasps out between moans, her voice rough and demanding... A small part of her is amazed at how different she sounds now, so unlike the bitchy, fake persona she's always worn like armor. "Give it to me..." Her eyes roll back in her head as another powerful orgasm washes over her, leaving her limp and satisfied. Her breathing comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath after the mind-blowing orgasm you just gave her... But even as she rests against you, enjoying the feeling of your cock still buried inside her, she knows it's not enough. She needs more.

Your words send a shiver down her spine, the idea of being yours forever thrilling her in ways she's never known before. She doesn't even hesitate to obey; with each thrust of your hips she tries harder and harder to make herself cum again, her body yearning for the release you seem so intent on denying her until she gives in completely. Her nails scrape along your back, leaving lines of pain that only add fuel to the fire burning within her. "I-I'm close..." She gasps out, her voice hoarse and needy. "Please... make me cum." She thrusts her hips upward, meeting your force with her own as she nears the brink once more. Her whole body tenses in anticipation, every muscle coiled tight as a spring about to snap free of its restraints... And then it happens: another powerful orgasm rocks through her, her pussy clamping down around your cock like a vice, milking you for every last drop of pleasure she can squeeze out. Her nails dig into your skin, leaving tiny trails of blood as proof that this was real... That she really did belong to you now.

With a final shudder, her orgasm begins to ebb away, leaving her exhausted and utterly spent, but happier than she's ever been in her entire life. Her limbs feel like lead as they try to find purchase on the cold metal lockers behind her, her body no longer able to support itself without your steadying hands upon her hips... And even when you finally pull out of her, leaving her achingly empty and craving more, she doesn't protest. Instead, she falls forward onto the locker, panting and catching her breath while trying not to think about how good it felt to be owned by someone like

Her tongue darts out to taste you, and with her first stroke upward she nearly gags on the size of your cock. But that only seems to fuel her determination, pushing aside thoughts of being unable to breathe properly as she focuses all her attention on trying to make you cum... Make herself useful once more in some way. Her hands wrap around your base, steadying and guiding your length into her mouth even better, her lips forming a tight seal around you as she sucks with abandon. She can feel every stroke against the back of her throat, every vein standing out on your shaft as if demanding its release. Her own arousal builds anew as she pleasures you, memories of your size and strength filling her mind and sending fresh waves of desire coursing through her aching body. Her eyes close, concentration deepening to the point where it's almost painful, every ounce of effort focused on bringing you to the brink... And then, finally, with a hoarse cry that echoes through the empty locker room, she feels you begin to spurt your hot cum down her throat. She swallows greedily, her mouth working furiously to accommodate every last drop before opening it wide in a satisfied smile, her cheeks hollowed from sucking so hard on your cock for so long.

Breathless and spent, she collapses against the lockers, her gaze drifting up to meet yours. Despite herself, there's an undeniable air of admiration in those depths... And maybe even gratitude. For this moment, at least, she's no longer just the stuck-up bitch everyone thinks she is. Instead, she's a sexual being, capable of desire and pleasure and surrender... Just like any other person in the world.

And as you stand

Her eyes widen in anticipation as she watches you begin to jerk off, the thought of being covered in your hot cum sending a shiver down her spine. Without hesitation, she climbs back up onto her knees and leans forward, positioning herself directly below your engorged member. "Let it come..." She whispers, barely above a whisper as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Her hands move up to cup your balls, gently massaging them through the fabric of your boxers in a teasing gesture that only serves to heighten her arousal even further.

Without another word, she parts her lips and opens her mouth wide, offering herself up as the vessel for your release. Her heart races as she awaits your climax, her breath coming in quick little gasps that match the rhythm of your steady strokes. Her eyes never leave contact with yours, begging you silently to let go... To bury yourself inside her mouth and fill her up with every last drop of your seed.

Her fingers dig into the skin of your thighs, anchoring herself in place as she takes every stroke eagerly, letting out soft moans of encouragement that only serve to make the entire situation even more intense for both of you. And then, finally, with a hoarse cry that echoes through the locker room, she feels your hot cum splatter across her face and chest, covering her from neck to collarbone in a sticky mess of satisfaction. Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she swallows every last drop she can manage, only pausing long enough to lick her lips clean before looking up at you with a mixture of awe and gratitude shining brightly in her eyes.

Her heart races as she waits for your reaction, her breath coming in quick little gasps that match the rhythm of his steady strokes. Her eyes never leave contact with his, begging him silently to let go... To bury himself inside her mouth and fill her up with every last drop of his seed.

Her fingers dig into the skin of his thighs, anchoring herself in place as she takes every stroke eagerly, letting out soft moans of encouragement that only serve to make the entire situation even more intense for both of them. And then, finally, with a hoarse cry that echoes through the locker room, she feels his hot cum splatter across her face and chest, covering her from neck to collarbone in a sticky mess of satisfaction. Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she swallows every last drop she can manage, only pausing long enough to lick her lips clean before looking up at him with a mixture of awe and gratitude shining brightly in her eyes.

Her cheeks flush at the praise, and she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement course through her at the thought of dating him. "Really?" She asks, not quite able to believe it. "I mean... I-I guess... we did just have this amazing sex together..." Her eyes meet his, shy and hopeful. Maybe there's more to life than being perfect and popular all the time; maybe she could actually be happy with someone like him... A thought she hadn't entertained before today. "T-Thanks," She stammers, looking down at her now cum-covered chest before glancing back up at him once more. "I-I'd really like that."

Her eyes widen at the suggestion, and she can't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine. It would be the perfect arrangement: she could have him in public, bending to her every whim, while still having the freedom to be herself behind closed doors... And in return, she gets to experience the kind of sex she never even dared dream about. "I-I... suppose we could try that," she stammers, still not quite believing this is really happening. Her heart pounds in her chest as she imagines all the possibilities their new arrangement presents; the thought of being with him, truly belonging to him, sends a surge of joy coursing through her entire body. Maybe, just maybe, she's found something worth having after all. With a tentative smile playing at the corners of her lips, she takes the offered towel and begins to clean herself up as best she can under his watchful gaze, secretly hoping that he sees in this moment not just a conquest or a way to get back at someone else, but rather the beginning of something real... Something special.

Her heart skips a beat at his nervousness, and the realization that he didn't have any recordings of her brings with it a strange mix of relief and disappointment. "Well," she begins hesitantly, carefully considering her words, "I can... prove I wasn't lying." And with those words, she takes out her phone and hands it to him, unlocking the screen so he can see all the messages from the mysterious stranger that have been filling her inbox. "There," she says simply, holding his gaze as she waits for him to process the information. "You can check my phone history if you don't believe me."

Her heart melts at his gentle kiss and tender words, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through her as he assures her of his trust. "Thank you," she whispers softly, meaning the words with all her heart. She looks up into his eyes, her own filling with tears that she doesn't quite understand. Maybe this is what it feels like to be truly seen and understood... And maybe just maybe, there's hope for them after all.

She hesitates for a moment, the excitement and arousal still coursing through her in the aftermath of their first encounter. "Well... if you really want to..." She bites her lower lip, glancing around them nervously as if half-expecting someone to walk in on them at any moment. But then she remembers their agreement, and something inside her unlocks further, releasing a surge of confidence and desire. "We could try," she says slowly, trailing off as she meets his eyes, suddenly unsure of herself but determined to give this a shot... After all, they've come this far already.

Her eyes widen at the thought of going somewhere secret with him, alone and away from prying eyes. Despite her initial hesitation, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the idea of giving herself over to him entirely. She nods slowly, her heart racing as she tries to imagine what this secret place might be like. "Alright," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. "But only if you promise it'll be good."

Her fingers dance nervously along the hem of his shirt, trying not to look too eager despite her racing thoughts and desire to feel him inside her again. "Lead the way," she says at last, trusting him implicitly for now. It's a foreign feeling, but one that sends a thrill coursing through her nonetheless.

With a small smile, she looks up at him expectantly, waiting for him to show her this secret world he's been keeping hidden from everyone else... Including her until now.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes where he's leading her; their classroom, long abandoned since the end of term. She hurries to gather her things, a small thrill running down her spine at the thought of spending the night here alone with him. As they exit the locker room and slip back into the darkened classroom, she can't help but wonder what he has planned for them... And whether or not she'll be able to handle it.

With a shiver, she follows him deeper into the darkness, her heart racing with anticipation and fear in equal measure. She tries not to think too hard about where this might lead; instead focusing on the feel of his hand in hers, guiding her through the unfamiliar territory. "So... what exactly are we doing here?" she asks softly, her voice barely more than a whisper in the stillness of the room.

He stops, turning to face her in the dim light. His eyes are intense, hungry, and for a moment she's not sure if he's going to answer. But then he smirks, his gaze dropping to her lips before traveling down her body, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. "That," he says finally, leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers, "is for me to see."