Dominating the School (google-Dakest_fate)

[DomG]

It was perhaps the greatest arrangement that any young Alpha male could ask for and it had been far simpler to arrange then anyone might suspect it would be. Perhaps it was because no one had ever tried it before and no one could see it coming. Getting the scholarship that would be needed to get into the school was the trickiest part, a former plaything of his and a few members of the school board, some pictures taken and then emailed to the right people along with what he wanted... some of them resisted at first but then he had told them that he knew their home addresses and he would be happy to deliver the images of those grown men with that one sixteen year old girl to their homes. Nothing else had been needed after that particular message was sent out and a few days later Denzel was enrolled with a full ride scholarship at the states primer all girls school. The first male student ever to be enrolled there.

Of course being the only guy at an all girls school had some small complications, there was no designated uniform for him so he could essentially wear whatever he liked and since there was no designated bathrooms for male students he was supposed to knock and announce himself before he went to the bathroom... but he seemed to have trouble keeping that little guideline in mind.

The benefits heavily outweighed the complications though, he was the only guy at the school aside from two members of the staff who were both far too old for the young ladies to take any interest in, he was the only man that many of the young woman would be in contact with on a regular basis at a school they were often sent to by parents who wanted to keep them out of that kind of trouble. He had just started earlier that week but he was already enjoying being the center of attention, it wouldn't be long before he was able to start enjoying himself properly, the way he had intended to the moment he put this plan together... in fact he was starting just that night.

Earlier that day he had requested a tutor for his classes, a smirk and a little flirting with the woman in the front office who arranged these things ensured he got the tutor he wanted assigned to him and of course made it clear that he would be much more comfortable studying in the comfort of his own apartment rather then at the school. In reality he probably wouldn't need a tutor if he focused more on his school work but a teacher at his previous school had always held firm to the idea that his libido, a sex drive that could not be satiated, was holding him back from being able to make use of his full potential. It made him chuckle a little bit when he thought of it, if he put as much effort into his school work as he had into his plan to get into that school... well then he would likely be a straight A honor student rather then a disinterested C student.

He had gotten home from school a few hours ago and pulled a quick shift at work before it was time for the tutoring, one of his regulars had scheduled an appointment with him at the gym where he worked, he was pretty sure she was just hiring him because she found him attractive rather then because she wanted to use him as a personal trainer... but that seemed to be the regular motivation for most of his clients who all seemed to be between their early thirties and mid forties... milfs who weren't getting what they needed at home if he was any judge and most of them lacking the courage to actually get what they wanted. Instead they went to the gym and hired the fit young man to show them what to do, finding excuses to press back against him while stretching or having him spot for them while benching.

Knowing it was a few minutes until Emma Stone was supposed to arrive Dezenl took a quick shower, just enough to rinse off the sweat and climbed from the shower, toweling off a little bit and pulling on a pair of basketball shorts just as he heard a knock at the door... it seemed it was time.

With a smirk on his face he made his way toward the front door, glancing around the small apartment he had as he did so, while a rather small place it was more then large enough for his needs and he figured he could soon find a bigger place... moving up in the world.

Pulling the door opened he smiled at the sight that greeted him, it was like mail order pussy being delivered. "Hey, thanks for agreeing to tutor me here... with work and stuff its a lot easier for me, come on in and make yourself comfortable."

 

[darkest_fate]

Naturally everyone had heard about his arrival even before he set foot on campus. The school wasn't exactly large; it was a private school, an exclusive, elite private school, after all. News traveled fast, and juicy news, news like this, traveled even faster. The merest hint that a boy, a real live member of the male sex, would be joining the estrogen pool that was the Academy was enough to send people into utter fits. As soon as that rumor became fact, and that fact became reality, girls everywhere were atwitter.

Denzel had several things going for him:
1. He was attractive, and not merely physically so; there was something that was already causing the girls (and a few of the teachers) to pay attention
2. He was new. Teenagers love all things new, and a new plaything topped the list.
3. His cock had to work better than the few men these girls had seen outside of their family and friends of their family.
4. He was black, ergo his cock had to be huge. This rumor started the moment people clapped eyes on him, and only spread.

Of course, Emma Stone frankly didn't care about that sort of thing. She liked to pretend that she didn't care about boys period. This was school, the time and place to dedicate yourself to learning and studies. And Stone, as she was relentlessly called, preferred it that way. The pretty redhead threw herself into her books, oftentimes wearing glasses perched on the edge of her nose. Stone thought the glasses made her look like a nerd; with so many attractive females about, the redhead had no clue about her own appeal. Her uniform was slightly big on her, hanging a little loose. It wasn't like you could really change that much. It was always a dark blue blazer over a white blouse with a weird scarf thing tied about the neck. The school's badge was emblazoned on the side, and girls were supposed to wear various pins to help identify them as whatever they were. Some did wear sweater-vests or something underneath, Stone among them, and so you occasionally saw something besides the jacket, but it was so painfully rare that most forgot. The bottom was a knee length skirt, plaid, with gray and blue pattern. A pair of navy stockings, essentially long socks, stretched nearly up to where the skirt ended. regulation shoes followed. Girls weren't even supposed to wear daring underwear, though Stone hadn't heard of checks (supposedly old man Risten did "mandatory undergarment checks," but Stone never seemed to suffer that indignation. She would have slapped him given the chance).

thus attired, her glasses perched on the end of her nose, Stone approached the home of the newest star of the school. She wasn't entirely sure why she'd actually agreed to tutor him. The school had contacted her and been rather insistent that someone work with him. Denzel was behind, he would need someone to help him catch up. Stone had wanted to suggest that perhaps someone more... social would have been a better fit. This suggestion was summarily dismissed: Stone had the highest grade, she needed to do more to round out her applications, she would do it.

So reluctantly, the girl now knocked, then folded her hands over her skirt, waiting patiently. She wrinkled her nose and had to adjust her glasses, knowing that her blue eyes showed behind them, not that many people bothered to look over the geeky, wide-black frames. Stone had been called a hipster once, but her owlish blinking had dismissed that accusation.

The door opened, and Stone looked up, only to find herself staring into a bared chest that appeared to have what some would call a "six pack." She drew her eyes further up, following the noise to the face. "It's fine," she said in a voice that nearly suggested the opposite. "I'm Emma Stone, everyone just calls me Stone though; there's another Emma," a cuter, more popular one despite having been here only since the start of the year. No, that didn't rankle at all; Stone just loved being Emma 2 despite having grown up with most of her classmates. Seventeen years and they just decided the cute British girl deserved the name. What was worse was that Emma was one of the few girls Stone could stand.

"You'll need to put on a shirt though. Tutoring requires both pants and a shirt,' said Stone, walking into the house and looking around. She could feel her skirt swishing about, but hardly gave it any thought. As far as Stone was concerned, she couldn't look more frumpy if she tried.

 

[DomG]

The pussy he had ordered had even arrived in her school uniform, while Denzel would have hated to wear the fucking thing he had to admit that it tended to look good on the girls around him at the school. Some of then even went out of their way to alter the uniform in small but noticeable ways, blouses that fit better, skirts that were shorter with slightly higher hemlines, the occasional button that seemed to slip loose far more easily then would be normal. He might think that the stereotypical Catholic uniform might work out a little bit better but it was nice to see skirts just about every day, showing off legs and of course giving easier access to what he was always hungry for.

Emma had been a fun first choice for him, he wouldn't have too much trouble taking just about whatever he wanted but Emma had seemed right for the choice in a way that he couldn't explain, a undeniable essence that was there. Denzel had learned to accept his instincts quite a long time ago and rather then do to much thinking he went with it... Emma was easier pray as she came to his home on the school orders and in his eyes she was just waiting for a reason to break out of the nerdy hipster look and really start enjoying herself. Her attitude might need a little adjusting but that would be half of the fun.

As she walked in and told him that he needed to wear a shirt he only chuckled at her, pushing the door shut behind her and locking it swiftly, not exactly a bad part of town but it was of course only sensible and keep her from running to quickly should things not go how he would like. “My place, if you want me to wear a shirt then you could ask me...” He said with a small sneer on his face, if she thought she could boss him around in his own home then she really had a lesson coming for her.

The apartment wasn't very big, two small bedrooms, one common room, and a kitchen/dining area... but for a single eighteen year old it was plenty big. The furniture in the apartment was a little slapdash though, most of it second hand but not all of it bought... some had merely been acquired like the flat screen TV on one wall and the leather recliner that was arranged before it. Next to that recliner though was an overstuffed sofa of a faded brown, clean but clearly old and well worn... the apartment had been furnished not to look good but instead be functional and comfortable. The rest was much the same as that common area, his bed was a nice foam mattress on an older wooden frame, the fridge was newer but it had come with the apartment while the tables and chairs were in a style that might have once been popular but were now outdated with black paint that had faded and chipped in some spots to reveal the bare metal.

“And I think I will just call you Emma.” He said slowly, making his way to the kitchen area and the fridge in particular. He was aware of the other Emma in the school, didn't have any classes with her but had seen her from across the cafeteria on more then one occasion and had chosen to add her to the list of those he would be enjoying at the earliest possible time. Apparently she had been embraced more then Emma Stone had been but that hardly mattered at the moment, he could figure things out later on.

“You want something to drink?” He asked as he pulled open the fridge and looked through it, some soda, beer, sports drinks, and water greeted him, variety being important when he was thirsty and while it was tempting to just grab himself a beer to fuck with Emma he instead grabbed two bottles of water, not paying any attention to what she might want but instead just getting the water.

Both bottles in hand, still a little wet from the shower, the shorts he wore clinging to his wet body and leaving little to the imagination he made his way back towards Emma. “So where do you want to start?”

 

[darkest_fate]

Stone kept her eyes on Denzel, judging him, weighing him and trying to figure him out. The magnetism and the looks were definitely there, there in spades, but Stone definitely wasn't appreciating the attitude. He hadn't even stopped to consider her simple request for him to get dressed. Surely he didn't think that what he was wearing was proper? He even still looked wet; Stone thought she could see his entire body through his shorts. Wait, what was that at his... no, she definitely wasn't looking there, that was for sure. Stone felt red rise on her cheeks, which she pretty well figured was going to happen.

"You can't seriously think that you're appropriately dressed," she insisted, turning as he moved. "Seriously, Denzel, you should show proper respect and all that. How would you like it if I showed up to tutor you and dressed in my sweatpants with my hair all a mess?" she gestured at her hair. At least that had been brushed and tended quite well. Stone really didn't bother to style it, not really. What was the point? But the red locks still fell easily about her shoulders, framing her face well.

The seventeen year old girl remained standing still while her "host" bustled about. He brushed aside her name, and Stone wasn't sure whether to thank him or berate him for that. It wasn't so much that he wasn't going to call her what everyone else did, though that was going to come back to bite him in the ass sooner or later, it was the way he just decided what to call her on his own. No "mind if I call you Emma?" or anything like that. Just "I'm going to call you this." The way he said it, it sounded like Stone should be thankful he'd decided to use one of her names at all.

At least he got her a drink, water, even, though it didn't look like the brand she usually drank. Stone wasn't nearly as wrapped up in that sort of thing as several of her peers, and she actually took it with an audible thanks. She opened it, but didn't move to drink or do anything of the sort.

"I think we should start with etiquette," she insisted, her raspy voice dragging the words. "I don't know what it was like at your old school, but here, we treat people with, you know, respect and stuff. I get that it's your house and all that, but I am coming here and spending my time and all. You don't need to treat me like I'm one of your 'hos' or something," Stone actually did the air quotes when she said it as well, raising her hands in the air. She very nearly rolled her eyes as well. As she did, Stone got a decent look at the apartment. it wasn't bad, not really. It wasn't exactly up to the standards of the school though. Just how had this guy ended up at the Academy anyway? He'd clearly pulled some strings; he was a guy and the school was just for girls. But Stone had expected there to be something extraordinary about him. so far as she felt was that he was being extraordinarily rude.

 

[DomG]

Her comments about how she should have shown up in sweats and how he should learn some etiquette almost had him rolling his eyes. Did she really think that he cared all that much what she wore when she showed up to tutor him? The school uniform might look good but she didn't wear it quite as well as others from the school did and he would probably need to have her dress to impress a little more in the near future, perhaps raise that hemline a little bit. Honestly it was downright ridiculous, if she had just asked him to put a shirt on then he probably would have done it for her rather then ignore her request but she seemed to think she could come into his home and tell him what he should do... she really needed to learn some manners.

It was when she said that she wasn't one of his hos though that he couldn't even hid his amusement, he had been drinking from the bottle of water he had grabbed himself and ended up coming very close to spitting it out. If she hadn't come so close to what he actually had in mind for her and her classmates then he might have actually be offended by what she had said.

“My etiquette?” He asked with a small smirk once he had gotten his chuckling under control, shocked that she had actually done so brazen as to air quote. “You come into my apartment and you tell me how I need to dress for you rather then actually asking me to put a shirt on.... but I am the one who needs to work on his etiquette?” Sarcasm dripping from every word as he took a few steps towards her, making it clear just how much larger then her he was, going for a little bit of intimidation more for amusement then anything else... playing with his food before the meal that he was very much looking forward too. Standing before her, just a few inches away and nearly a foot taller then her, oh he was very much going to enjoy what was coming soon. Did she have any idea what he had in mind for her? Did she have even the slightest clue that she was soon going to end up riding his cock like a well trained 'Ho'?

“Now, just this once I am going to overlook your use of the word Ho, mostly because it was pretty fucking funny... but if you say it again then I might need to teach you a lesson.” A grin on his face, wide, cocky, he was in charge. “Now make yourself comfortable while I go find a shirt.” Keep her off guard, test her limits a bit, figure out just how useful she could be to him.

Taking a step back from her, slowly adjusting his crotch so her eyes would quickly be drawn to the rather obvious bulge there, not even at half mast but quite clear even through the baggy shorts. Turning away then he made his way into the bedroom, grabbing a shirt from a drawer... a simple wifebeater that he normally wore while working out, one that wouldn't do much to hide the body that he worked hard for every day, pulling it on as he made his way back out to Emma, might as well let things drag out for just a little while longer before he took what he wanted.

 

[darkest_fate]

"I'm coming here because I was asked, remember? I'm doing a job," replied Stone, keeping a tight smile all the while. He clearly expected to throw her off guard, but Stone had no intention of getting rolled by this guy. She could practically see the sarcasm dripping off each and every word, and again, she couldn't help but feel almost disgusted. This was the guy who showed up at their school? Really? Why couldn't they have gotten some polite gentleman, preferably even one from Britain. They already had a pretty British girl, so why not go for a matching set? Though Stone supposed that any of those type of guys would go straight for the pretty blondes, so it was all rather moot.

Stone didn't have much time to dwell on such thoughts, despite their whirling through her minds. For Denzel had come to loom over her, and Stone was quite aware of the fact that he was quite a bit larger than her. She met his gaze dead on, full of righteous indignation and fury, nearly trembling. There was another reddening, a flush of embarrassment as he pointed out her verbal slip. No sooner had he finished saying that, Stone opening her mouth to begin to protest, then he was turning and saying he was going to get a shirt. Despite Stone's best effort, she had to admit to being caught a little off guard at that. She nearly flinched, and openly stared at him for a few seconds. Eventually manners caught her, and she blurted: "Thanks."

While he went to get changed, Stone gave the room another look around. Everything in a place, to some degree, and nothing untoward, though she liked to think that she would have noticed something like that before now. She walked over to a couch, tucking her skirt in before sitting down. Her fingers played along the bottle, cracking the seal and taking a quick sip. Not quite as pure as she would have liked, but acceptable enough for her to take a deep drink. She was just lowering it when she saw Denzel reentering. The shirt he wore barely counted, but he'd at least put something on.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she said, nodding to him. "Now, what did you want to start with? Is there anything in particular giving you trouble?" she looked around, pulling her bag over and around. She had a few of her books and notes, all tabulated and ready to go. She didn't know what Denzel's strengths or weaknesses were. When Stone looked up at Denzel again, she realized that her head was nearly level with his crotch. She ignored it, instead forcing her gaze up at him. "Well, what did you want to start with, Denzel?"

 

[DomG]

Given the fact that his body was still a little damp from the shower just a few minutes before and the fact that the wifebeater he put on was just thing white cotton he might as well have not bothered putting it on, his skin showing through it quite easily and it clung to his body. All she had really done was get him to put something on that he would be taking off soon enough. Her clothing would also come off though he suspected it would be a whole lot less intact then what he was wearing, he wasn't above just holding her down and taking what he wanted it he came down to it but he would rather have his first conquest from the school give herself to him willingly. The smart girl who was often over looked seemed like the best possible first conquest, she could tell him just about anything he might want to know, able to just walk about the school without being noticed and maybe clue him in on how best to get what he wanted next.

“I wouldn't say it is all that hard... yet.” He said with a small shrug, noticing that she had to force herself to look up from his crotch, the earlier adjustment he had given himself enough to get the blood starting to flow and it was now more noticeable then ever, once the engine got started there was really no stopping it, he needed to get off soon or else he would have the nastiest case of blue balls that could be imagined.

Moving around her he took a seat on the couch beside her, sinking into the plush furniture, sitting closer to her then necessary and smirking a little as the weight of his body on the cushion was enough to dip her a little closer to him, sitting back with his legs stretched out comfortable, the shorts riding up a bit, the bulge of his cock even more evident as it pulled one leg of those shorts up even more.

Now was the moment, he could play for a little while more, pretending to give a shit about the actual studies but in truth that would just threaten to put him to sleep... no he needed to bust a nut and fast. “Well I was thinking we could start by unbuttoning that blouse a little bit and see what you are working with but pushing your skirt up a touch would give me a nice little peek at your thighs.” A grin on his face, confident to the point where it might be arrogance, laying a hand on her thigh and slowly inching that skirt up, moment of truth time... just how strong her resistance would be.

 

[darkest_fate]

Stone rolled her eyes at the comment. Boys, honestly, was that all they thought about? He was going to find himself having a hell of a lot of trouble sometime soon if he kept going at this rate. You didn't see Stone bothering with stuff like this. No, she kept to the straight and narrow. and if she ever had any feelings that would inspire something to the contrary, well, the internet was pretty well made for that, especially if you were a smart girl. Stone might have spent a few hours perusing various stories, her hand near her crotch. Just to relax. Far better than dealing with an actual boy, that much was certain.

Soon he was next to her, and Stone felt herself slide a little. She readjusted as best she could, attempting yet again to tug the skirt down. Perhaps it would have been better for her if she'd opted to wear something else, something casual to the meeting. But she'd wanted to make an impression, and that meant wearing the stupid skirt. Denzel had already noticed of course; that much was evident, very evident. Again Stone's eyes flicked to him as he shifted, and she swear she saw it growing. Was he just that horny? Or could it be that she did that to him? No, he must just naturally be horny. Maybe he'd been rubbing one out in the shower and she'd interrupted him. That made the most sense.

And now he was wrecking that whole idea. Stone rolled her eyes to the ceiling as she felt his hand on her thigh. She felt the skirt going up, showing the pale expanse of flesh with just the slightest dusting of freckles. Stone's skin was the pale of a nerd: someone who hadn't managed to find the sun in some time, though at least genetics and diet had been somewhat kind to her. She looked over at him, giving him a "seriously" look before reaching down and tugging it slightly.

"How about no?" she said. Then she paused for a moment, her eyes flicking. She'd heard of girls offering boys incentives before; they did that in books and movies. In the stories she read too, though the incentives there were often... a little more than Stone was willing to do. There was no way that she was going to let him do more than look, perhaps get a quick feel. Stone had to pause for a moment, remembering that she was wearing a simple pair of underwear. Not some frilly white thing that a virgin would wear, even though Stone counted for one. No, they were light gray with navy blue stripes, eerily close to her outfit, not that Stone did that on purpose. The bra was a white sports bra affair, one that hardly matched. At the rate he was going, he might get there.

Well, might as well try; she could say that she at least did that: "Okay, how about we study for an hour, and if you pay attention, I'll let you take a peek. Maybe if you can go the whole session, you'll even get to touch," she offered him a coy smile, her blue eyes dancing behind the frames. Why not? Use the power of his arousal for good.

 

[DomG]

Pushing the skirt back down was realling meaningless, all it could really do was slow him down and even then not for too long. If he wanted her skirt to be up then it would just be a matter of pinning her down with his body and pushing her skirt up... she wouldn't be the first to have that happen to her on that very couch and it was unlikely that she would be the last. Denzel had an appetite, his libido was something that could not be brought under control easily and he saw no reason to have it brought under control. For the past few days since he had started at the school he had been suffering from a near constant hard on but rather then taking a more active stance on that arousal he had instead chosen to sit back and let it run its course until he was ready to make his move. Emma might have come here to tutor and if the rumors he had heard were true she might have even arrived as a virgin... but Denzel intended to make sure she didn't leave as a virgin and maybe even knock her up.

He was pushing the skirt back up again, enjoying the way her pale skin and freckles matched her hair so wonderfully, every inch exposed getting her closer to the inevitable as his cock grew harder and stood up further against the shorts he wore. Then she did the one thing he didn't expect though, the coy smile and the interesting little offer she made... he had expected her to try and grab his wrist or slap him but to try and negotiate... certainly unexpected.

Of course what she was offering was not going to be enough, not by a long shot but it did demonstrate that there was a starting point that he could work from and it made for a more interesting challenge to Denzel. “A peek, you really think that I can be so easily manipulated?” He asked with a grin as he pushed her skirt up a little higher now, knowing just a few inches away from seeing a peek of her panties while at the same time reaching out and swiftly undoing a few buttons from her blouse, showing a few more freckles below her neck. “I can honestly have a peek from you at any moment I choose... if I want then I could just take your clothing and make you dance to get it back.” An entertaining thought but it could be put off for a little bit as he took hold of her arm.

“How about this for an idea...” He said after a few moments though, moving her hand over the large bulge in his shorts, feeling his body respond to the touch. “You were sent here to help me study and if I tell the front office that you showed up and then left without putting in any effort to help me learn it would look bad... might hurt a letter of recommendation for that Ivy League University you would love to get into... so you give me a bit of a hand job to keep things under control while I study and then after twenty minutes we can negotiate for a little bit more.” Of course there was going to be more, the letter of recommendation comment was a shot in the dark but he suspected it would be a good one, she did seem the super driven type.

 

[darkest_fate]

Stone was tempted to simply say yes, yes, she did think he could be so easily manipulated. He hadn't proven any different since she'd walked through the door. Even now, with his hand playing with her leg, he was proving it. Stone did hazard a quick glance at his crotch, noting the rise there and briefly wondering if it could possibly get any bigger. The stories mentioned members being quite large, but Stone had always assumed they exaggerated. That was the point of an erotic story: exaggerating the details to make things hotter. They didn't generally mention that the girl might feel her skin crawl as the guy leered at her, not unless that guy was going to be beaten up by the real lover in the next few sentences.

Somehow, Stone doubted another guy was going to come bursting through that door any time soon. She felt buttons pop on her blouse and she started slightly, her eyes widening for a moment. Really? He was really just going there? He certainly thought quite a lot of himself. Stone couldn't help but be at least a little impressed, a little in awe of his pure balls. And there was that hint of flattery too: dozens of girls in the school, several who would have no problem parting their legs for a smile, and he'd elected her first? And somehow she was the one causing his hands to wander? It was, sadly, one of the biggest compliments Stone had ever received, especially being picked over, say, Kaley or Kate. Maybe he just didn't like blondes as much; ironic, given the tendency of the stories

Then he took her hand and Stone gave him another hard look. She removed her hand slowly, rising to her feet and inching away from him. "Okay, look, I get that you're horny, whatever. But if you wanted a bimbo to fuck, you should've went for one of the blondes. I don't do that. And I assure you, the office is going to listen to me over you any day of the week, especially," she smiled a tight smile, "if you keep sexually harassing me. Now, keep your hands to yourself," she smoothed her skirt and then reached down, working at the buttons. Stone felt so confident that while she worked the buttons, which were proving slightly harder to refasten than they were to release, that she didn't really pay attention to Denzel. He was all bluster; he had to be. It wasn't like he was going to just throw her on the ground and have his way with her. "just behave, and I promise I won't ruin your reputation for the rest of the school," she finished, not bothering to look up yet. Why bother? She was in total control of the situation.

 

[DomG]

It seemed as though her little offer, her sad little attempt to negotiate with him was little more then an attempt to get him to focus again because his counter offer was blown off right away. He had heard rumors that she was a virgin by choice because of how focused she was at school. The fact that she was a virgin was of course another reason for him to pick her over the others, fresh meat was always a lot of fun to start off with while the others might have more experience but less interesting. She would help him out with the others and learn what he liked at the same time. As she stood up he watched her, a little irritation flashing in his eyes, his cock was hard to the point where it was practically painful and if you looked you might even be able to see it starting to stick from the edge of the shorts that he was wearing, the dark head visible and a little slick from the precum leaking out of it, the past few days without a release was certainly uncomfortable.

She seemed to be having some trouble with those buttons, distracted perhaps, unused to such persistent attention? Few young women were used to how direct he was with these things... let alone the bookish virgins. Well it seemed like he was going to have to do things the hard way which was going to suit him just fine, the walls were thick concrete covered in plaster to make them look better but they were perfect to keep him from hearing the next door neighbors and vice versa.

“You aren't going to ruin my reputation at the school, you are going to help me cement it...” He assured her with a smirk on his face as he stood up, quickly grabbing her by the arm and as he sat back down he forced her to turn and pulled her so that she was sitting on his lap, his legs positioned to force hers open wider. “See I am planning on shaking things up at the school, dethroning the queen bee and putting myself at the top of the social ladder.” One hand reaching up and resting on her neck, not squeezing but a simple enough little threat, if she screamed then he could squeeze and stop her in moments, his other hand returning to her thigh, this time slipping up beneath her skirt, slowly sliding up the smooth skin, perfect and without a blemish. “Of course I think it will work out much better for me if I have someone who knows the lay of the land by my side... now you can join me willingly or I could just make you tell me what I want and enjoy your body while I do that.”

Maybe she thought she was in control before but she had to learn that he was in charge, the Alpha male would always get what he wanted and no matter how strong the female they would end up serving his needs... a point that he highlighted as he ground up against her, letting her feel the obscene size of his rock hard cock beneath her, his breath hot on her neck as his lips brushed over her, knowing the sensitive parts of the body to tease and work with, wanting to make sure that she was nice and ready when he fucked her... wouldn't do for his new slut to not enjoy herself and spread that rumor around the school.

 

[darkest_fate]

Cement it? Stone finally jerked her attention away from her buttons, wanting a clarification. She found his arm about hers, tugging her off balance. The girl knew she was no physical threat, not to him. Still, it shocked her to find him so effortlessly moving her body, pulling her where he willed. So many of the stories had mentioned this, mentioned being at the mercy of the strong man, his hands fondling soft flesh and taking what was his. When Stone had read those stories, her heart had raced, her fingers had danced, and she wondered, if briefly, what it would be like to be in a situation like that. now, as Denzel placed her skirt covered rear upon his lap, Stone knew. She also knew that she should be rejecting him out of hand, should feel instantly repulsed. her mind screamed at her to do precisely that. But part of her remembered that fantasy, and noted how easily she was falling into it. That part felt his legs part hers, the air opened all the way up to her pantie clad sex. That part heard his words, the promise. It felt the hand upon her neck. Felt another hand travel up the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

Move up the social ladder? Stone mentally substituted "fuck" for move, and felt like the sentence was probably more accurate. no wonder he'd started with her. Start at the bottom and fuck your way to the top. Rage mixed with the helplessness, and Stone fervently wished that she'd tucked some mace away in her bag when she'd come to this apartment.

"Look, just let me go," she said, fighting the waver she heard in her voice. "You don't want to start with me. What kind of reputation is that? Fucking the nerd. They're going to think you're out of your mind. Just let me go, and I promise not to tell anyone about this," she felt his cock grinding against her ass, and again wished that she had worn jeans, khakis, hell, just pants of any kind. His breath puffed against her neck, making her skin feel hot wherever it touched. And that cock kept grinding against Stone's ass, reminding her of all those stories.

"Just let me go. I'll be more help to you that way," she insisted, fighting to keep her voice calm, steady. He still seemed to be thinking, still seemed to be stuck in the talking part. Maybe she could get lucky, talk her way out of it. That never seemed to work in stories or in films or what have you, but maybe it would work now. Stone couldn't think of any other options, short of attempting to attack his crotch, and something told her that wouldn't end well for her.

 

[DomG]

It was cute, she really didn't seem to understand how valuable she could be to him. She saw herself as the nerd and outsider, he had no doubt she resented those who had pushed her further into into the fringes. Oh he would give her a chance at revenge on those that she disliked, give her a chance to lord over the British girl who had taken her name. “I'm starting with you because you are the most useful to me... you can tell me everything I need to know and in return I am going to give you something as well.” He was past the point of talking about what he had in mind, instead he was just explaining it to her as he grabbed at her panties, fingers gathering the material at her crotch and then with only a small bit of effort tearing them away, hearing them rip, his hand coming from under her skirt with a handful of fabric that almost seemed to match the uniform she wore. That same fabric, held in his hands, raised to his nose so that he could enjoy the scent of her body, unspoiled virgin.

His hand was moving again a moment later, tossing the torn panties away from him and then moving to tug down his shorts, even with her in his lap it wasn't hard to lift his hips, his cock free in a moment, standing over a foot long and as thick as her wrist, the balls hanging beneath it similar in size to one of her clenched fists, a near perfect example of the male anatomy and it was because of this monstrous blessing that he was in a near constant state of arousal. He could feel it against her skin now, her warm thighs pressing against it, so close to what he NEEDED.

“You call yourself a nerd but that is just a category you are letting others put you into, I see a smart and extremely attractive young woman who lets others decide who she is.” His voice low now, a whisper thick with need, moving his hand from her throat to pop open the buttons of her blouse, the other hand slowly starting to tease her bared slit with just the tip of a finger, avoiding the little bundle of nerves that would soon be the focus of attention. “I am going to offer you freedom... you can be whatever you want, I am going to dethrone the bitches that run the school and take their place... if they make me happy then I will be allowing them to stand at my side... but since you are the first you will be the one in charge... bottom bitch to use the 'street' talk you probably expect.”

Mocking her now, fingers no longer just teasing but starting to enter her, finding her body wet, preparing itself for the intrusion that was coming. “I will give you whatever you want... if you want to have the other Emma walked around the school on a leash and forced to service you whenever you want then you will have it... all you need to do is give yourself to me.”