Coerced Truth [Crvenqueenie X Potter-Kun]

Isabel had the perfect school life. She was just about to graduate from a critically acclaimed private school with decent enough grades and enough money to get in to whatever college she wanted. She had a jock boyfriend that all of her friends were jealous of, and a hot circle of friends too who all loved to party. And best of all she was gorgeous. Standing at a height of 5'7", with a curvaceous but toned body she was the envy of every girl she met and the desire of every man. She had long, strawberry blonde hair that went to her waist, stunning crystal blue eyes, and creamy white skin that she took tremendous care of. Isabel was the perfect, barely eighteen year old.

Or at least she was until some bitch of a teacher had it out to get her. Usually she could skate by in most of her classes by being charming and occasionally turning in work, but not with Mrs. Vega, no she wanted all the assignments and for them to actually be right. It was infuriating. She was lucky enough to have some nerd under her thumb, but that wasn't going to help her much when the mid-term came up. Math just was not her friend. So Isabel had to resort to some underhanded methods, though it was far from easy.

Isabel, after many negotiations and almost having to give a handy to some dick, she had gotten a copy of the test that Mrs. Vega was going to use. She was even lucky enough to find the answer key online. All she had to do was copy it down on to a piece of paper and then stitch it in to her bra. From there it was a breeze. She made it convincing and only got 80% of the questions right, but it was enough to bump her up a whole letter grade, giving her a passing grade. It had been hard fought, but she could now coast through the rest of her year and enjoy her easy life.

At least that's what she thought until she found the letter in her locker. It didn't say much, only that they had proof that she had cheated and if she didn't want to get expelled she would meet them after school in the science lab. She was furious, no one had ever called her out like that and she figured they were just some coward trying to bait her, but she couldn't afford to risk it. And that's how Isabel ended up in the science lab after school on a Thursday.

Michael was the opposite of Isabel in many way. He was going to graduate at nearly the top of his class; his grades were perfect and although his family didn't have money, many schools were offering him full rides to attend. Indeed, Ivy League schools were basically fighting over him. He didn't have a girlfriend, he had been too focused on his studies in math and computer science to be bothered. He didn't party, instead he read and hung out with his group of small but tight knit friends. He had a fairly average build as well, he was tall, with tanned skin, brown eyes and short brown hair with brown eyes they were hidden by a pair of glasses. He had been called cute sometimes, but he wasn't hot or sexy.

When he mentioned to his friends that he wanted to fuck Isabel offhandedly, he was surprised when his group of friends delivered. Apparently one of his friends had heard about her plan to cheat on the mid-term. One of the friends had managed to record the exchange and even bribed the man to confess on camera to what he did. Another had manged to get ahold of Isabel's search history while another found the paper she wrote the answers on. With all this material, Michael felt confident in blackmailing the girl.

Thus it was that Michael was in the Science Lab with Isabel, giving her a soft smile, that seemed utterly innocent and yet also belayed his sinister intentions.

"Ah, Isabel...I'm happy you took the letter seriously...after all...we wouldn't want all this material to get out there now would we...." Michael chuckled slightly as he showed her all the dirt he had on her, flinging it on the table.

"Oh, and don't bother to try and destroy these...I have a number of copies hidden in plenty of places...so I'm sure you'll be willing to listen to me...won't you?"

Isabel had been calm when she entered, the picture of poised. She had expected some loser who was out to try and scare her, but she really wasn't familiar with Michael. He wasn't part of the usual victims that she had a tendency to walk over, in fact she didn't even think they had any classes together, she assumed he was in all advanced classes. It completely baffled her as to why he was the one here.

Isabel still tried to keep her composure as she looked at the damning evidence. Her hands started to shake and she felt an overwhelming feeling of dread. She gritted her teeth and then shot an icy glare at him, her fists crumpling the paper in her hands. "What the hell do you want, you freak?"

While her mask was cracking, she still maintained a cool tone, even though a fury raged inside her. She like to appear like she was better than those around her, like she floated through life on a cloud, and so far it had worked. While drama surrounded her, she managed to always stay clean and "above" it all. Her dirty side was never shown, only her pristine appearance. To have someone threaten that cut her to her core. Still, she didn't want to piss him off too much, which was why she was still standing there.

Michael just chuckled at Isabel's reaction. While he didn't have many friends, that was by choice and not because of other factors. He was good at reading people, knowing their strengths and weaknesses. He didn't have many friends simply because he didn't really trust people, plain and simple. He trusted those he felt like their intellects matched or maybe even exceeded his. Thus he could even read through Isabel's well honed and refined mask that she normally wore.

"Simple...I want to expose this side of you to the whole world..to rip off that mask you wear and reveal the truth...to show the whole world just how dirty you actually are...." Michael appeared serious and stoic for a moment, an air of intensity before that all broke with a laugh as he gripped his side, giving the girl a grin.

"Ahhhhh, who am I kidding. I just want to fuck the most beautiful girl in school. Can you blame me?" He asked her the question, shrugging as if she had been leading on the entire male populace of the school with her beauty.

"I think we can start slow though....strip. I want to see that prefect body that you flaunt for that stupid boyfriend of yours." He scoffed when he mentioned him. He didn't hate all athletes...indeed, one of his friends was on the soccer team, but he only bothered to deal with the intelligent ones and even Isabel could admit her boyfriend was far from that.

Isabel bristled at his speech about her mask. Who the hell did he think he was? She had tried so hard to keep up her image, done so much to hide that dirty side of hers. How did a person she didn't even know see through her. To add insult to injury, he started to laugh at her. She had to bite her lower lip to keep herself from screaming at him.

When he told her he wanted to fuck her, her whole body stiffened and she squared her shoulders. She didn't care that much that he insulted her boyfriend, he really wasn't the brightest tool in the shed, but she wasn't dating him for his smarts or personality, he just looked good next to her and was fairly easy to control. Still, she wasn't a slut and only had sex with him on her terms, making him work for each time he touched her body. Now he just wanted her to strip like some common whore.

Isabel threw the paper at his face, venom coming from her lips. "You're a bastard." Even with that defiance though, she knew she had little to no options. Her entire life would be destroyed if she got expelled and he knew it. She would not make this enjoyable for him though. As stiffly as possible she started to take off sheer, white cardigan and then proceeded to fold it up, slow but stiffly, never breaking eye contact with him as she glared.

"Aren't we all? All human's are shitty are their core. We just hide each others shit for each other." Michael spoke bitterly for a moment. He seemed to accept the fact he was a bastard, so long as everyone else was too. He watched as Isabel began to to strip and clapped gently and slowly, in quite the mocking manner.

"I'm glad you accept the position you are in. But this won't do at all...." He stepped towards her, his eyes begin to fill with rage as he slammed his fist against the counter she was near. He slammed it down with quite a lot of force, shaking the beakers on the table, rattling them about. It seemed he had a bit of hidden strength in him.

He glared into Isabel's eyes, showing he wasn't amused with her show. "Preform better for me, bitch...otherwise I'll beat your ass and then everyone will just blame your dumbass boyfriend and you'll go along, it that what you want!?" His calm broke for a moment as he yelled at her, balling his hand into a fist and moving to punch her, stopping it a mere inch or so from her face as his glare didn't lose focus.

"Do you understand?"

Isabel couldn't help but jump at his sudden outburst and she tried to maintain her glare, but it faltered under his threat. She had never been hit before, had never even had violence threatened against her. She wasn't the type to just roll over though. She let out a shaky sigh and turned away from him, moving away from his fist.

"Fine, if it's a show you want, I'll give you one."

Isabel had taken dance when she was younger so she knew how to move her body, not that it was something she had ever intended to use in this way. She had a pair of tight, light blue jeans on that hugged her curves and a pale green tank top. She turned her head to look back at him, her eyes half lidded in what she assumed was a sultry way. She let the straps fall down her arms before slowly, sensually, pulling it up over her head to reveal a vibrant blue, lace bralette that barely held her breasts. She tossed the tank top to the side and then slowly leaned forward, arching her back so her plump rear was well on display as she shimmied her jeans down over her perfectly round ass, revealing a matching blue thong. She kicked the jeans away and swayed as she turned around, her hips moving in a very mesmerizing way.

At this point Isabel figured a virgin like him would have already creamed his pants. She stood in front of him, her body toned, but plump with a thin waist and wide hips and breasts that were almost melon size and perky. He could almost see her rosy nipples through the lace bralette. "Happy now?" She said in an almost condescending tone.

The rage seemed to vanish from Michael's eyes as he gave her another one of his small and seemingly gentle smiles. "Good, I'm looking forward to it. He leaned back and watched as Isbael put on a show. His eyes followed her swaying, mesmerized as he licked his lips and let out a whistle at the sight of it all. He could already feel his cock starting to grow larger in his trousers....the way she looked at him....he knew right now it was faked but it seemed to cause a rise in him...he wanted to see more of that look, only he wanted it to be natural....the look she made when she was moaning in pleasure.

He swallowed a lump in his throat as he felt heat rising to his face as more of her clothes came off. Still, he wasn't just going to sit there. As she jiggled her lovely, round ass in front of him, he gave it a quick and hard spank, watching her flesh jiggle from the impact. He was eager to see what kind of reaction that would draw from her.

As she confronted him, his face red and his cock very much standing at attention in his trousers...quite a large bulge to Isabel when she noticed, he seemed fazed for the first time since their encounter but he tried to regain his calm.

"That was good....but I'm hardly happy. I could get something like that watching porn on my computer." He scoffed, trying not to seem impressed at the show that had just occurred as he pulled out chair and sat in it, his legs somewhat apart as he looked up at her.

"That won't do at all though...give me a lap dance now." He commanded her, his tone back to being forceful like it was before.

Isabel had not liked the slap on the ass at all and had to bite back her rage. No one had ever treated her like some common whore before. Still, despite herself, she felt a heat growing in her. She tried to push it away as just a natural reaction to her own movements, but something dark poked itself up in the back of her mind. Something she would not give thought to.

She did smirk when she saw the bulge in his pants, though it was a lot bigger than she had imagined it would be. She got to his own mask break though and that made her feel like she had triumphed, even a little. When he sat down though, she shot him a glare again. She almost retorted that she was better than any slut on a computer, but she held back.

Isabel thought about giving him a stiff show, one that would destroy his erection, but she also thought back to his threat and stopped herself. "You're a pig." She said as she walked closer to him, her thong and bralette still on. She was happy that she hadn't been forced to take those off as well. She began to slowly dance between his legs, not really touching him. Without music it was hard for her to get into it too, leaving it fairly lack luster. It wasn't like she was some stripper anyways.

Michael noticed the smirk and gave Isabel a playful wink. "Impressed...it's bigger than you thought it would be, admit it....I mean, who could picture a nerd packing heat." He decided to be a little more lax now. There was something about being with Isabel like this that felt...somewhat liberating. They weren't hiding anything from each other, even if one of them had had their mask forcefully ripped it. He couldn't help but enjoy himself slightly.

When she called him a pig he just chuckled and shrugged. "Aren't most dudes though....I mean...all we really think about it fucking, some of us just hide it better than others." Michael shrugged off the insult as if it were little more than a gnat. He watched as Isabel began her dance, and he frowned, though more in disappoint than rage this time. His hand slithered around her and down her back side to grope at her perfectly rounded ass, squeezing it between his fingers. He had saw her nearly snap with the spank from earlier and though he enjoyed tormenting and teasing her, he didn't want to take it too far, so he considered groping to be enough for now.

He planted a few hot and light kisses up and down her neck before he settled his mouth near her ear. All this time, he hadn't moved his hips at all even though he really desired more pleasure...no, he needed Isabel to want it more too. "Come on....I'm sure you can do much better than this after that sexy show you put on just now...you have a phone, don't you....turn on some music if you have to...prove to me your better than some whore on the internet." He whispered hotly in her ear, his voice deep and gruff now before he nibbled and sucked on her earlobe. She seemed like a person who took on challenges so he couldn't help but wonder if she'd accept this one.

Isabel could not believe that she had some how ended up in her underwear in the science lab of her school and now she was giving a sad excuse for a lap dance to a nobody. She was forced to strip, not only her clothes but her carefully placed mask. Already he had pulled out parts of herself that she had worked hard to squash down. She could already feel herself getting further away from her former self, especially when Michael's hand reached around and groped at her ass.

Isabel stiffened as he leaned in to her and she could feel his hot breath fan across her skin. She suppressed a shiver as his lips moved up her neck and his spoke so close to her ear. She couldn't stop the heat inside her though and, despite every part of her being wanting to deny it, she could feel a wetness begin to form. She was brought back to the situation when he spoke though, touching on her competitive nerve. She shot him a firey look, but was completely thrown off when he nibbled and sucked on her ear and the shiver she had earlier suppressed rippled through her. She even let out a small gasp.

He sat back down though and, while her cheeks were flushed, she was quick to compose herself. She turned away from him and went over to her Coach purse and pulled out her designer phone. She picked a song that she felt fit the situation, though she was tempted to pick some screamo song. The sensual sounds filled the room and she swayed her hips back and forth before turning back around to him.

Isabel had loved dancing, but had to quit when her mother decided it wasn't worth her time. Still, it did bring her some calm when in this bizarre situation. She walked back to Michael and dipped down, almost exposing her breasts before sliding back up and allowing them to level with his face. This time she allowed her hand to rest on his shoulder as she moved sensually with the music, her whole body on display as she danced in his lap, careful to avoid touching his hard cock. She didn't hesitate in teasing him though, her hands sliding down his chest, stopping just above his waist. She even turned around, her ass on display as she shook it in front of him. She bent forward, her thong cleaning to her every inch and inadvertently showing the moist spot.

As the song ended she stood back up, her cheeks still flushed and took a step away from him, waiting to hear his response to her tantalizing performance.

Michael could sense Isabel slowly starting to cave to the pleasure that was building up inside her, much as he was starting to as well. As much he was trying to hide it behind his egotistical manner and teasing...it took a lot of self-control to just not ravish her where she stood. After all, she was by far the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, nearly naked before his eyes. He watched as she walked to her purse, his eyes never leaving her beautiful form, taking in every perfect curve of her body. He had seen he had sparked her competitive nerve in her and now he was interested to see what she would produce.

He certainly was in for a surprise when she began...the song choice was perfect. She was perfect...the way she swayed her hips, the way her breasts jiggled slightly before his eyes. Her hands, roaming his body made him gasp softly. He wasn't just a passive participant though. His hands had found his way to her ass once again, groping her rear slightly harder this time as she danced. He let go as she turned around though and watched mesmerized as her ass shook before him. He wanted to reach out and spank her rear again, but felt it would ruin the show....that's when he noticed the wet spot...and he knew she was enjoying this just as much, if not more than him. Indeed...his pre-cum was oozing out of his tip now, making for a bit of a wet spot in his boxers as well, but that was still hidden with his shorts.

Once the show was over, he quickly stood up and turned Isabel around. His eyes locked into hers...his mask had fallen completely and they showed a mixture of wonder, lust and...affection. His cheeks were just as flushed as hers as he gently cupped her cheek with his hand, his breath slightly ragged just from having endured her dance.

"That was...the most beautiful and sexy thing I have ever seen....I....I!" He couldn't control himself any longer as his lips pressed up roughly against her own, her breasts molding against his surprisingly firm chest as his bulge pressed up against her thigh and she would feel her ass and back bump up against the table behind her. She seemed to have triggered a switch in him, his tongue lashing at her lips and seeking to gain entry to her mouth as he kissed her with more passion and affection than her boyfriend ever did, since he was only in it for getting his cock sucked and then fucking her. His hands wandered her body; one moving to her thong and rubbing her pussy underneath the fabric, feeling just how wet she was starting to become as his fingers began to seek out her clitoris while the other one simply moved along her side and back, his fingers tracing patterns as he enjoyed the sensation of her flawless skin beneath his fingers.

Isabel was surprised when she was whipped around. She looked up into his dark eyes, her blue ones shimmering with thinly concealed lust, responding to his. His breath was ragged, just like hers and, while part of her wanted to pull away and run, another part was completely drawn into him. She gasped when his lips roughly met hers, but she did little to resist.

Isabel felt his hard chest and was surprised how fit he was underneath his clothes. They did little justice to accentuate his body. She also felt his hard cock against her thigh and was amazed at how big it felt. It was far bigger than her boyfriends. She was pushed against one of the science tables and arched into his body. Her mind had gone blank and was only filled with heat and him. She returned his kiss in kind, her tongue swirling around his tongue before she gently sucked on it.

When his hand reached to her pussy and then her clitoris she let out a low moan, her eyes fluttering as a shiver ran through her entire body. She had never been more turned on than in this moment, every part of her was ultra-sensitive and his hands on her body were driving her crazy. Her own hands weren't still though, as she reached under his shirt to explore his toned chest, lifting it up as she got to his chest.

Michael had seen the lust in her eyes, but he was actually surprised when he felt her kissing back, and quite passionately as well. What little control he had left was gone in that instant as he moaned softly against her lips as she sucked on his tongue gently. His tongue continued to rub and swirl around her own, inviting her tongue to follow it into his mouth so he could return the favor, sucking on her own as well.

His fingers, once they found her clitoris, wasted little time getting to work. They began to rub and tug on her sensitive nub quite skillfully; he seemed to know all the right ways to run her bud to set her body ablaze with pleasure. Prior to this, he had done some studying on proper ways to please a girl, he didn't want it to be just him feeling good after all.

He was surprised to feel his shirt being lifted and once it reached his rather toned chest, he withdrew his hands from her body and lifted his arms above his head so she could pull his shirt off completely. As she had noticed prior, he was actually rather fit. While his muscles weren't toned or perfect by any means, he could definitely put up a fight with his body. His skin tone also shifted, becoming paler around his chest and stomach as it seemed like he didn't get quite enough sun, but the contrast made for an interesting view.

Once his shirt was off, he wasted no time and pressed his lips up hungrily against her own, his tongue buried in her her mouth and exploring once more. His one hand had returned to her pussy and began to resume its rubbing of her clitoris, only this time, after a moment, his fingers ventured to her entrance and after lubing themselves up with her wetness, two of them began to tentatively push their way into her hot and wet cunt.

His other hand had moved to her bra and began to fumble around as he tried to figure out how to get it off. After a few moments, he groaned against her lips and drew his lips back and moved his hand away. "Sorry....but could you..." He asked, his breath ragged and his voice gruff, but his face tinted red with embarrassment. It just showed that despite all this, he was still new to this all. He just hoped his two fingers, now buried knuckle deep inside her pussy, wouldn't allow her to tease him about it too much.

Isabel had never felt such fire, not even close to this. Her encounters with her current and any former boyfriends had been lack luster. None of them had really created a spark in her, especially since they all just wanted to get to the end. She hadn't even had a real orgasm with any of them. This, this was completely different. She felt the pressure building in her stomach, but that was sadly taken away when he lifted his arms to remove his shirt.

He wasn't as ripped as her boyfriend, but he was tone and fit. He also seemed to have a natural tan, unlike a lot of the other guys who went to tanning salons. Two fingers entered her tight pussy, barely able to fit despite her dripping cunt. She gasped and moaned, leaning her head back and sticking her chest out. Her breathing got quicker and again she felt that pressure start building, but then his hand that had been trying to remove her bralette fumbled a few times and he seemed to be getting frustrated.

If it wasn't for the fingers in her pussy, she might have actually been drawn back to reality, but she deftly removed her bralette, exposing her large, perky breasts and two, hard rosy buds. She gave him another condescending smirk, even though her breathing was labored and her body was practically shivering from pleasure. "What, are you a virgin?" His fingers went deeper though and brushed against her sweet spot, causing her back to arch more and a deep, erotic moan to escape her lips. Her pussy lips also tightened around his fingers as she shook under his touch.

Michael seemed scowled slightly at her words; he had expected to be taunted so he had prepared but he still felt embarrassed. "What about you.....your boyfriend must not be very good, you're tight as fuck." He grumbled softly, taking a jab at her boyfriend as he had come to realize just how tight was. He noticed when he hit her sweet spot though and he grinned slightly before lowing his mouth to one of her breasts.

His mouth engulfed her pink and hard nipple, sucking on it like a babe trying to draw milk from its mother. His tongue then swirled around rapidly before his teeth nibbled on the bud as well, trying to see exactly which action drew the best reaction from her. As he did this, he curled his fingers inside her just right so they were pressing and rubbing against her sweet spot with every thrust and motion of his hand. His hand was angled perfectly so his thumb could just barely rub up against her clitoris as well as he fingered her tight pussy faster and even deeper now.

His other hand sought out her free breast and gave it a rough squeeze, digging his fingers into her flesh before they moved to that mounds nipple. They rubbed the erect bud before twisting and tugging on it as he pleasured her from all sides now. Despite his throbbing and raging bulge in his trousers, making his boxers an absolute mess with his pre-cum, he felt a want, if not a need, to make Isabel climax first. He had no idea he was hoping to give her her first from any man.

Isabel tried to hold on as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. She had never experienced anything so intense and didn't really know what was at the end of this. Her loud moans filled the room and her body shook under him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into them as he assaulted her from all fronts.

Her orgasm came like a tidal wave, as she cried out loudly and girl cum squirted from her pussy. It completely soaked his hand, her panties and dripping on to the floor. Her eyes had rolled back, but now they looked in to his dark eyes, her blue ones swimming with lust as she panted. Her cheeks were completely flushed red.

"Oh my god..." She said as she came down from her orgasm. She looked down between her legs at the mess and blushed deeper. "...that's never happened." She muttered, surprised probably more than he would be. She had never cum from a guy, let alone squirt. She wasn't even sure if that was supposed to happen, but her mind was so clouded she could barely focus.

Isabel's moans were music to Michael's ears as he continued to finger her pussy and suck on her breast. He groaned slightly as he felt her nails digging into his shoulders but he didn't seem to mind much. His eyes widened however when he felt her pussy clamp down roughly on his fingers and then his hand got completely soaked. He had heard about this before....she was climaxing, and hard...enough to squirt. He continued to finger and rub her clitoris to extend the length of her climax as long as he could.

Once she came down, he slowly removed his fingers and looked at his soaked hand, a blush on his face as he realized what he had just made her do. At her words, he couldn't help but grin as he licked up some of her love juices before letting his soaked fingers rest before her eyes and lips.

"Guess that makes me pretty amazing, huh....much be a lot better than your boyfriend." He teased her with a grin. They both knew the answer to that question already, but Michael wanted to hear her vocalize her answer as he rubbed his fingers against her lips, letting her feel just how soaked they were while he rubbed his massive and throbbing bulge up against her soaked and quivering cunt.

Isabel watched as he lifted his fingers up to her face, sticky with her cum. She couldn't help but blush, but then her eyes focused back on him as he mentioned her boyfriend. She wasn't going to be the only one teased so she sucked in his fingers, tasting herself on his hands, and sucked hard, her tongue swirling around them as she looked straight in to his eyes. She sucked up to the tips of his fingers and gave them a flick with her tongue. "I guess you're better."

Her eyes shimmered with some new found defiance now that she wasn't overwhelmed with lust. She could tell, from the hard cock pushing against her that he was ready to go. She pressed her leg against his cock, rubbing up and down. She didn't know how long he would even be able to last at this point and she was almost tempted to see. She was also tempted to grab her clothes and get out of there while she still could. Sure she had an intense orgasm like never before, but she could still leave with some of her dignity and pride intact. She might even be able to pass it all off as a dream.

Isabel rubbed her leg harder and faster against his leg, hoping that she could make him cum like that. She knew that if she took his massive cock it would probably stretch her out farther than she had ever been stretched before and she didn't know what would happen to her after that. This whole experience was intense and heady. Would she still be her after this?

Michael watched as Isabel began to lick and suck on his fingers. That is what he had wanted her to do, but now that she was doing it, he felt his face tinting red once more as he watched her, mesmerized almost and the sensation of her mouth and tongue around his fingers even felt better than he thought it would. When she stopped to admit he was better than her boyfriend, he couldn't help but grin.

He noticed that new determination in her eyes though and he wondered if he made a mistake. He felt her leg rubbing up against his bulge in and began to moan softly. It was certainly an odd sensation, but it didn't feel unpleasant either. As she sped up and got harder, his moans increased in frequency and volume and he began to ooze more pre-cum, making his boxers even stickier, he didn't think it would be enough to make him cum.

"Hey....isn't this....a little unfair...treating me so harshly when I showed you a good time...." Michael managed to flash Isabel a small grin between his moans and groans as he felt like he needed more than just her leg to get him off.