Beauty Claims the Cute Dork

Unknown : You know I did, baby. Maybe I should spank you as punishment for teasing me.

Zavier : Maybe I want you to.

Unknown : Unlock the front door for me in 20 minutes.

The next 19 minutes, I was busy tidying up my bedroom. Putting away any mess that I made. Cleaning every single corner. I was now obsessed with making sure everything was perfect when my perfect love would come here to make love to me . Satisfied that everything was in order, I finally stepped downstairs, trembling with excitement, and, despite having cummed less than half an hour ago, extreme horniness, cock throbbing with intense arousal, prepared to be used for my dominant lover's pleasure.

After unlocking my door, I looked through the peephole, noticing that no one was there yet, before running upstairs to my bedroom and waiting anxiously on my bed. It was only a few minutes before I heard steps coming up my stair. I looked through my locked bedroom door's peephole, quickly unlocking the latch when I saw the outline of my lover. She came in. I practically jumped into her strong arms with joy. The young woman embraced me tightly, pressing her masked face against mine, kissing me through her black ski mask, inspecting me mischievously with her blue eyes.

"I've been a bad boy. Will you please spank me?" I asked her coyly, biting my lower lip, guiding her to a chair and then lying down after she nodded, placing my upturned ass over her lap once she got the hairbrush from my bedroom before sitting down. The mysterious woman used it to begin paddling my bare ass. It stung at first, but also felt so gooooood. I'm gonna be a bad boy a lot more often in the future. She made me count each time she brought it down on my exposed buttcheeks, whacking harder with each count, almost making me cum as my cock brushes against her thick thighs.

I let her lift me up and carry me to my bed, bridal style, gently placing me on the soft mattress, before tenderly securing my wrists to the bedposts and then blindfolding me. She took a few seconds before throwing her removed ski mask on the bed next to my face, pressing adoring kisses on my forehead. "Take me however you want," I moaned, smiling as she nodded in approval. The mysterious woman then unzipped her pants, as I could tell from the sound, before moving, also removing her shirt, which she threw onto the ground five seconds later. She straddled me, placing my stiff dick inside her pussy, enveloping the pulsating cock with her tunnel, her muscular cunt clenching rapidly around my weak dick, eliciting low moans from my lips, as I laid there helplessly, getting fucked. "Please fuck me hard, my love," I begged the woman. "Use me for your pleasure. Make me your bitch." Damn, I'm getting quite good at the dirty talk, degrading myself.

She granted my request, beginning to bounce up and down on my small dick, easily pumping me. "Make me scream," I breathed throatily with arousal. The young woman rode me faster. She began moving at an incredible speed, betraying her athleticism, blowing my mind away. The sensations she evoked in my small cock was indescribable, the pleasure making me see stars, as she pumped and squeezed and clenched. Eventually, I was no longer able to hold back and orgasmed powerfully, spraying massive loads of cum from my cock.

"Fuck my face with you pussy, baby," I told her and grinned when she straddle my face and my cum dripped down from her cunt onto my nose. She placed her pussy lips on to my face, and I greedily lapped at my own seed, before licking and trailing kisses along her labia, sucking at her clitoris and flicking at it with my tongue. She moaned, making me smile. I could soon feel her thighs flexing around my head as she neared climax.

"Are you going to squirt all over my face, baby? 'Cause that's what happen to slutty boys like me. And I want it. I want you to cum on my face." My lewd talk finally pushed her over the edge and she coated my face with her cum, covering my feature in her girl juice, giving me a facial. I swallowed some of it. "Hmmm, so tasty," I muttered, flashing her a shy grin.

Of course, I've also already flashed her with my dick and balls, and my ass already, so really, there was not much need for me to be abashed. Still, I was feeling a bit coquettish, especially with what I was about to say to her next. "I love you cumming on my face. It makes me know I'll always be your slut." If anyone told me I would become such a dirty talking whore for a woman whose face I've never even seen a couple of months ago, I would have laughed at them. But now I just accept what I'm meant to be. This woman's love slave for the rest of our lives.

She cuddled up to me, placing her full breasts on the side of my torso, draping her powerful arms protectively around me, having just claimed me as her bitch the way she did before, except this time, she did it after we both admitted our love for each other. Again, two months ago, I would never have believed it if anyone told me a woman would rape me, and I would fall in love with her. I would simply have shook my head and asked myself "Is he delusional or something?" Now I'm starting to question if I am delusional. Who the hell falls in love with a masked woman who raped him and refused to tell him her name or even speak? She's only talked to me through text messages. All the conversation we had when they were together was one-sided, as I'm the only person speaking verbally.

Although I suppose fucking me is her way of saying 'I love you'. Not that I'm complaining ; I rather enjoy being fucked roughly by my strong woman, who didn't actually need to tie me up because 1) With the way she woman-handled me, I know she is much stronger than I am and 2) Ever since she sucked my cock and won my heart the first time we've met, I never planned to run away again. I was upset at her, of course, when Angela told me she tied her, Cassie and Elliot up, but at least she didn't hurt them.

I could hear her breathing softly in my ear as the woman slowly drifted to sleep. I laid there on my back, enjoying the feeling of her hugging me tightly, my own wrists tied to the bedposts, still blindfolded. The scent of her shampoo is strangely familiar. Embarrassingly, I realized my cock was actually starting to stiffen just from smelling her hair. The delightful sensation of her pussy rubbing on my thigh as she moves in her sleep also turns me on, and soon I found myself moving a bit involuntarily, my sensations being overflowed with sexual desire.

This woke my lover up too. "I I'm s sorry," I stammered "I know I should let you sleep, but you turn me on so much and I I I..." I didn't get to finish, because she smashed her full lips on to mine, tongue fucking my mouth roughly while her right hand went to caress my fully had dick, fondling me. She stroked her hand up and down, using my obscene amount of precum as lube. I was a moaning mess within seconds. "Please, drain my balls," I begged desperately, wanting to be treated like a sex toy.

The teenage girl moved down to envelop my cock in her warm mouth, creating a seal with her lips and sucking like her life depends on it. I was so freaking deflowered, horny and enslaved. All of my ambitions, interests and hobbies lost their relevance. I knew then that this is how I'm going to spend the rest of my life. As an adorable, pathetic little sex toy to this woman whose name I still don't know, but who I know I love with every fibre of my being.

She is so strong, holding down my rising legs with her hands as her mouth continues to stimulate me, her tongue swirling around my cockhead like she's licking an ice cream cone. She sucks and sucks, she's sucking my cock, she's taking me and making me hers, she's using me to satisfy her desires, she's making me her sex slave, toy. And I love her for it. Soon, I was ejaculating in her mouth yet again, emptying my drained balls when streams of my pearly cum erupted from my dick down her throat. She moved away and upwards, kissing my cheek, before the two of us went to sleep.

Two hours later, I woke up to find her mouth around my dick again, bringing me back to full hardness. I was a blushing mess again, an occurrence that takes place quite often even before this, but has become a part of everyday life since she took me for the first time, deflowering me and making me hers completely, body and soul. "T T Thank you s so m much f for taking c care of m me..." I shyly whimpered, nerves overloaded with pleasure. The woman didn't reply but moved up my body, straddling my waist, lowering pussy down to meet my groin, enveloping my diamand hard shaft in her warm love tunnel, squeezing powerfully, coaxing more moans of pleasure from me, as she started to ride me yet again. "H Harder," I begged pathetically. I know it's impossible, since I'm, you know, blindfolded, but I thought I could see her smirking in my mind.

She gave me want I wanted, aggressively pumping my needy dick, satisfying the hungry slut I had become in just a few days, rapidly increasing the pace of her ride on my cock, clenching her muscular cunt around my cock, fluttering with perfect rhythm, reducing me to tears of ecstasy as I enjoyed getting fucked by this mysterious woman yet again. She fucks me harder and harder, bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return, before finally bringing me over the edge, banging me with her beautiful pussy until I finally cummed yet again, firing off an even larger load of semen that last time, this time emptying my balls for real, deep inside her ravenous pussy.

"I love you so much," I said to her as she laid down next to me, holding me in her arms, hugging me warmly as I fall asleep next to her, exhausted from getting fucked.

The next morning, I woke up to find myself untied but alone. This brought a frown to my face. I'd rather be tied up with her next to me than wake up free but all by myself. I'm seriously becoming addicted to her. When I finally managed to summon enough strength after being drained from last night's 'events'. Just thinking about me turned my cheeks bright red. She really did fuck me like a rag doll and I would always prefer it this way. I can just imagine how we would explain it to our kid when we have one. 'Your mom kidnapped me, tied me up and sucked my cock,' I can just imagine myself telling them that. Yeah that would be a good starter, before I start giving the talk. Although she might do it better than me. It's always her doing me anyways.

Once I got to school, I was immediately confronted by Ria, captain of the volleyball team, and her boyfriend James. Angela told me Ria is going to help protect me at school, along with Heather, Amanda and Eris. The four girls have always been very close. "It'll be fine," the volleyball queen told me, giving a reassuring smile whilst James lightly patted me on my shoulder, trying to help make me feel better. I wanted to tell them that they don't need to watch over me, because the woman loves me and I love her, and want to be with her. But I can't say that. Her friend was threatened with a gun and tied up in her own house. I'd be a real jerk to say that I love the masked, unknown woman responsible for that. "We're going to keep you safe," she went on to say, before getting distracted by James' ass, which is shown off by the guy's tight pants. He's like me. A bookworm who prefers to read and watch movies rather than playing sports and going to parties. I can relate to how he must have felt throughout his time at school. It couldn't have been easy. He does look quite happy at that moment though, as Ria begins lightly caressing and then outright squeezing and smacking his little butt, causing him to yelp, both embarrassed and delighted by the attention at the same time.

Heather also helped to make sure no one was following me around as well, and it was fun to talk about our history work with Alan, who is confused by how his girlfriend keeps looking around as if she's afraid of shadows lurking about. Heather is really starting to scare him now and she can sense it and decided to comfort Alan by patting him on his head and gently kissing him on the nose, saying sorry for making him worried. We all had lunch together and Angela joined us. Erin also took Aaron over to sit with the five of us. I ate the bananas happily, listening to and joining their conversations whenever it was appropriate for me to do so. The girls soon started rubbing their boyfriends subtly under the table. Heather was palming Alan's crotch, rubbing over his visible erection, ignoring his protests. Ria's hand was cupping James' bulge, squeezing him while she is pressing kisses on his blushing cheek. Eris was grabbing his cock fully, sliding her hand up and down his hard dick. The boys tried to protest at first, hissing that it was hardly appropriate for them to do this in public, but their girlfriends refused to listen. Soon, Heather and Ria also wrapped their hands around their boys' cocks.

"P P Please, H Heather," I could hear Alan begging. "Don't make me cum here." He was thrusting upwards, his cock moving to meet her hand, as she managed to shuttle her fist up and down his hard prick very rapidly, his precum flowing freely, her beautiful, strong hands jacking his cock through his pants.

"But I want you to, my love," Heather whispered into her skinny boyfriend's ear as she continued masturbating him at a much faster pace now.

"Stop please, R Ria," James begged.

"No, baby," Ria replied with a smirk, looking at him with her lustful eyes, rapidly pumping his cock, flexing her muscular biceps as she did so, knowing it turns her adorable boyfriend on very much whenever she shows of her strength. She could feel him throbbing madly in her hand. Despite his initial reluctance, he is now bucking his hips and begging for more.

These sexy, popular girls have effectively reduced their adorable boyfriends from intelligent, witty young men to moaning, incoherent slutty boys. Still extremely cute, of course, but they are now also sluts, but only for their girlfriends and no one else. They're very happy with themselves. Within three minutes, my geeky guy friends were forced to cum under the cafeteria table by their super hot girlfriends, soiling their pants, soaking the drenched fabric.

I could only look away awkwardly from the spectacle, blushing with embarassment, then finding Angela with the same expression on her face when she grasped my hand reassuringly. The girls then kissed the boys and then told them they'll catch up later, and walked off to their next class, Angela also going with them too.

"Our girlfriends really do control us, eh?" Alan muttered, smiling shyly after tucking his now limp dick back in his trousers, which prompted the other guys to do the same.

"I know right?" replied James, shaking his head incredulously, still feeling shocked about how he was just milked by Ria in front of us. "I feel so... sluttly."

The three of them laughed before turning to face me. "You'll understand one day how it feels," Aaron said, before Alan jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow, as thought he wanted to silence him.

After school was over, I headed straight home. Entering the house, what greeted me was the sight of the mysterious woman standing in my kitchen. I leaped into her strong arms and allowed her to engulf my smaller body in a big hug. She quickly lifted me and carried me up the stairs, and took me directly to my bedroom. The young woman's blue eyes flickered with mischief as she placed me on my bed and felt my powerful erection through my pants. I was a hair trigger, still very turned on from witnessing my four friends getting molested by their girlfriends earlier in the day at school.

By this point, I already knew the drill and stuck out my stick thin arms and legs, allowing her to tie them to the posts and unzip my pants, bundling up by my ankles. She removed her shirt and pants but kept the ski mask on and didn't bother to blindfold me this time, allowing me to see her almost nude body for the first time. It's perfect. Her skin is flawless. Her stomach is hard, with washboard abs. Her arms lightly muscled, toned yet still feminine. Her thighs are thick and powerful. Her ass is large, round and muscular. She fucked me.

After I came in her pussy, she removed her ski mask and revealed her face to me for the very first time, and I gasped in shock. All of the things in my head that puzzled me now completely added up. It all made sense now.

Holy. Shit.

The hot, naked woman reached up to remove her ski mask. I could now see her beautiful face, framed by the mane of long, thick blonde hair, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth, as she grins at me happily. She giggled at the stunned expression on my face. A shit-eating grin that tells me how flummoxed and flabbergasted I appeared to her, and I definitely can not blame her. I was too busy lying there, gaping like a massive idiot.

When the mask was removed, I could see her face. Angela

Angela Summers, the school's head cheerleader, leader of the popular clique, my classmate and friend, is looking at me. It was her who kidnapped me, raped me and made me fall in love with her. She is the one who fucked me so good I kep begging her to fuck me again. She spanked me and sucked my cock. I, the skinny, glass-wearing bookworm, got raped by Angela, head cheerleader, and was fucked so thoroughly that I ended up falling in love with her.

"Surprise, baby". Holy shit! Before I could vocalize my incredulity, she continued. "I know what you're thinking. Yes, it's been me the entire time. I'm the one who sent you those text messages and broke into your. I kidnapped you, fucked you against your will and made you mine. You are so sweek, kind and adorable, and I love you so much I decided to take you as mine and keep you forever. And it worked. You love me now just as much as I love you." Despite my shock at this revelation, her boldness is starting to turn me on again.

"But how, when, when did you..." I tried to ask her. This is truly beyond my belief. Now, though, I realize what's been nagging me at the back of my mind the entire time. She somehow got my phone number. The only time it was possible is at the party when I lost my phone. She found it and gave it to me. She tied me up at her house, when I decided to go there only an hour before leaving. She didn't have any signs of bruising from being tied up and didn't look traumatized. She's been very affectionate with me. After I got fucked at my own house, she came up and immediately asked me what the mysterious woman did, when there was no way for her to know. It all added up. The hair and eyes and her scent. Why didn't I notice any of this?

"Remember Stacy, that girl you saved from those bullies five months ago? She's my sister. I already thought you're cute, but after she told me about you, I started observing you out of curiosity and what I saw made me fall head over heels in love with you. You're made for me. I threatened to tell our history teacher's wife about how he's cheating on her with one of my teammates if he didn't group us together for our project. Then I had Robert invite you to the party so I could get your phone number without you suspecting. The rest of that was pretty easy. You never had a chance when a sexy genius like me wants to fuck you and enslave you." Wow. That really does shed lights on a lot of things. "Now you realize how I make you feel the same fuzziness that the mysterious woman does. It's because we're the same person. You thought you love both of us, but it's just me whose been with you."

"B B Buy h how, how d did... Were Cassie and Elliot in on this too?" I couldn't help but ask. That's the only explanation for how she managed to pull this off perfectly. Her grin gave me all the answer I need, as she smirked at me, eyeing me like the cat that finally caught her canary. I feel so used, helpless, vulnerable. And turned on, too.