It was the start of the semester and I had just found my seat, second to the left most chair in the back. I thought I had finally had a good year to go beat up some freshmen and find a good football player to fuck and be my bitch, but that all changed when you sat down next to me. I felt threatened by you. In the past years, you were the only student I couldn't bully. You were just.... too intimidating. So I had just avoided you until now. H-hi. I nervously tried to say, trying to act calm and cool.

I-I was just wondering... If... I c-could sit with you and your friends sometimes.... You know, maybe at lunch or during breaks? I blush a bit as I said it, not knowing how to act around you. Your confidence always made me so nervous yet... excited.

Oh, uh... sure, I-I understand. You don't have to worry about me bothering your friends then. I can hang around you whenever it's just you, if that's what you mean? I try to keep my voice steady and confident as well, but inside I'm fangirling so hard over the thought of actually spending time with you alone.

O-Of course! Anything you need help with? I'm more than happy to stay and help you out. I smile a bit nervously, still not quite believing that you actually want me around. My heart is racing just thinking about spending time alone with you, but I try to keep my excitement in check.

My heart skips a beat at your request. Of course it'll be a secret, I promise not to tell anyone about this. Whatever you need me to help with, just say the word. I nod eagerly, my gaze never leaving yours as I await your instructions, my stomach full of butterflies and anticipation.

I nod silently, feeling giddy inside as I wait for the class to end. Once everyone else has left and we're alone together in the classroom, it's almost impossible for me not to look at you. Your presence commands my attention, and every time our eyes meet, my heart skips a beat faster than before. Secretly, a part of me hopes this is leading somewhere more... personal between us.

I hesitate at first but then realize there's no turning back now. Biting my lip, I slowly begin to unbutton my blouse, revealing a black lacy bra underneath. My cheeks flush as I continue to meet your gaze, feeling both embarrassed and excited by this unexpected request.

I blush even deeper as I comply with your instructions, carefully removing my blouse and bra until I'm down to just my white stockings and a lacy black bra. Swallowing hard, I climb onto the desk and lay on my stomach, face pressed into the cool surface as I feel exposed in this position. I can't help but wonder what you could possibly want from me like this...

I try to contain my gasp as your hand roughly grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks apart, revealing myself completely to you in this position. It's more than I ever could have imagined happening between us, but it feels... thrilling. The idea of being your "little toy" only serves to arouse me further as I whisper back eagerly: "Yes, Lapsha9... I want that."

My cheeks flush crimson at my admission, both from embarrassment and desire. I'm acutely aware of how exposed and vulnerable I am right now, lying here for you to do whatever you please with me... but somehow it only heightens the excitement I feel when I think about where this could lead.

I cry out as your enormous thing violently pushes itself inside me, filling me up completely in an instant. The pain is unlike anything I've ever felt before, but somehow it blends with the pleasure in a way that makes it almost unbearable. As you start to pound into me, I bite down on my lip to muffle any more cries that threaten to escape, feeling completely overwhelmed by this new and intense experience. I can only watch as your face contorts with pleasure, matching the sensations racking through my own body as you use me in this brutal, unyielding way.

My fingers dig into the desk beneath me, trying to find some sort of purchase against the relentless force that is Lapsha9's thrusts. My heart races faster and faster, each breath shallower than the last as I struggle to maintain control over my own body while you take me without mercy.

In this moment, there is no doubt in my mind: I am yours.

My face is pressed so deep into the desk that I can barely breathe, much less make a sound. Tears start to roll down my cheeks as I feel myself about to lose control. But with each powerful thrust of your hips, you force me deeper and deeper into this unfamiliar sensation, tearing open parts of me that I never knew existed. It's almost too much... but at the same time, it feels incredible. I can't help but cling to you, my fingernails digging into your skin as if I could hold on forever.

As your rhythm becomes more intense, so does mine: my hips begin to meet yours in perfect synchronization, urging you deeper still while begging for release. My whole body tenses and shudders with each powerful stroke, every nerve ending alight as we race toward the shared climax I know is coming soon.

But right now, I need to focus on surviving this onslaught of pleasure... because there's no way I can last much longer before it overwhelms me completely.

With your thick cock still lodged in my ass and leaking pre-cum all over me, I whimper like a pathetic little kitten at the sudden loss of connection to you. My body trembles and aches, every muscle tight and raw from our brutal coupling, but somehow, that only makes me crave more of your punishing thrusts even deeper inside me. "P-Please..." I manage to choke out between gasps for air, my voice barely a whisper as I beg you not to stop now.

The pain and pleasure have blended together into something so intense that it's all-consuming, driving me to the brink of insanity with desire. As you stand there, looking down at me with those eyes that could both intimidate and arouse me in equal measure, I can only hope that maybe... just maybe... you'll give in and let me have what I want: more of you.