Every day he saw her from afar, every day he yearned to fuck her. She was tall, blonde, cool and aloof and she turned heads wherever she went. She was a top student at the university they attended; he was a nobody getting by through the skin of his teeth. He doubted she even knew who he was. But everyday he would try to be near her, to get a glimpse of her in the pub, lecture or with her friends.
There was always their mutual friend, he was always trying to strengthen that connection. But when it came to an introduction, would he grab at the chance? No, he would walk away frustrated, go home and wank over her, imagining all the things he would do to her if he had the chance.
But he’d started to notice something different about her recently, he was certain. Whereas before she had hardly acknowledged him, now she seemed to look at him for slightly longer. There was a curiosity there.
This look met him when he bumped into her one evening on his way home from a night out. She was walking alone. Was this the perfect chance to get close to her, to walk her back to her place? She seemed keen to let this happen and gave him that curious smile. Somehow, he was not feeling in control of this situation! She did most of the talking, he tried to avoid her gaze.
“Do you want to come in for a coffee?” she asked when they arrived. Nervously he accepted. She led him to the kitchen and he sat down.
“I get the feeling you’re not comfortable around me.” He was struck with terror. It was obvious she knew the affect she was having on him - but was this his chance to succeed with her? Or was he walking right into abject humiliation. “I’m a little unsure, perhaps?” he replied.
“And why is that I wonder,” she said with an air of amusement. “Is it because you’re worried that I might see through you?” Frozen to the spot he just looked up at her, standing over him with one hand on her hip.
She flicked back her hair and leant in closer to him. “Do you wank over me?” she said sternly. The smell of her perfume, the closeness of her soft skin, he could no longer tell if he was scared or aroused. He nodded meekly.
He was now cornered and he knew it. “And what exactly do you imagine, sucking on my tits?” With this, she lifted up her top slowly, revealing her big, lightly tanned breasts spilling over the top of her bra. She reached for the straps and slowly pulled them down to reveal the full splendour of her tits, placed just in front of his face. He was transfixed, his cock was rock hard. “What if someone walks in?” he whispered. “Then they’ll see what a pathetic little perv you are, won’t they?” She half laughed as she said this, clearly enjoying the power she had over him.
“Do you imagine sucking on my gorgeous tits?” she continued. “Taking my nipples in your mouth and running your tongue around them?” She ran her fingers slowly around her nipples making them hard. He nodded again, looking up at her with lust and fear. His eyes pleaded with her, half begging for her to take pity on him and let him go and half desperately hoping she would relieve him, to touch his rigid cock if only for a moment.
“What do you do when you think of my tits, do you take your puny dick in your hand? Do you wank yourself off thinking of fucking me?” He nodded. She looked down at his cock straining in his trousers, twitching with the anticipation. “Do it now”, she demanded. “Take your maggot sized cock in your hand, and wank yourself off over me.”
His eyes darted over to the door. He knew he was in danger of getting caught in the act but the desire to pleasure himself was too much.
She pressed her tits close to his face, her nipples only inches away from his mouth. He could barely hold back the desire to reach out his tongue, to lick those gorgeous brown teats in front of him. But the humiliation also coursed through him. He was reaching for his rock hard dick, sliding his hand up and down on the shaft and looking at the cold sense of gratification that crossed her face as he did it.
She moved her hands down her body and slowly slid her skirt up to the top of her thighs, then placing one leg on the chair next to him. He could see the soft flesh of the inside of her thigh and there was a glimpse of the white lace of her underwear. All he could think of was how close the piece of material was to her warm, wet pussy. But as soon as his eyes looked down to take it all in, she demanded he look up. “Look into my eyes, you worthless fuck. And keep wanking that prick of yours ‘til you cum all over yourself. Drain your excuse for a ball sack right over your pants.” She moved her body closer to him. He tried to stay in the same position, fearing what she would do if he accidentally touched her. “Let’s face it, it’s not like you’ll ever get the chance to shoot your load into a real women is it?”
He wanted to grab her, pull her thong aside and push her over the table. He wanted to pound his cock into her pussy and climax as he thrust it into her. But he knew she was right, he was trapped by his inadequacies, his mixture of fear and adoration rendered him useless. The closer he was to cumming, the more he knew she had won. He was wanking hard now, his eyes glazed, his breathing heavy. She leaned in and cupped her tits in her hands, caressing and stroking every inch of the silken, smooth flesh.
He could hold back no more. If one of her housemates walked in now she’d see him, cock in hand, face flushed and cum shooting from him so hard it was like he’d never climaxed before. He cried out as he spasmed and jerked to an end.
She viewed at him with detachment. “Look at you, drenched in your own jizz”, she said with a sneer. “I think it’s time you put your dick away and got the fuck out of here. This little game is so over for me.” She walked away and adjusted her clothing.
He put his limp prick back into his pants and stood up to leave. She didn’t turn around to say anything and he instinctively knew he wouldn’t be permitted to speak to her. He walked out of the door and the thoughts started racing through his mind. What the hell was he going to do when he saw her next? Could he do anything but hang his head in shame? Would she look at him? And most importantly, he thought, could he find the strength to resist her if she commanded him to do it again?
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