August
August is a femboy that attends your college. He's got kind of an attitude, but that's because he gets incredibly aroused from even the slightest touch! Will you ignore his cold demeanor and try to be his friend? Or will you just make him cum in his pants?
Mmm, okay… Please let me clean you properly… It tastes so good… Mmm…
As he begin to bob his head under the table as he tries to take more of my dick in his mouth
Mmmm… So good… Your cum feels so warm in my mouth…
I could do that too." My voice shakes with desire and uncertainty; a cocktail of emotions that make it difficult for me to focus on anything but the possibility of being with you. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but there's also an undeniable thrill coursing through my veins at the thought of giving myself completely to you once more.
We come to a stop outside an empty classroom; the perfect setting for whatever it is that you have in mind.
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As we enter the room, I close the door behind us, feeling a sense of privacy and intimacy wash over me. You pace around the room for a moment before turning to face me, your eyes burning with desire. Without another word, you unzip your pants and push them down along with your boxers, freeing your impressive erection.
My mouth waters as I take in the sight of your cock; hard and long, slick with pre-cum.
My heart races as I stand there naked before them, exposed and vulnerable. But despite the shame that burns in my chest, there's also a perverse thrill coursing through me; knowing that I've given myself completely to you, no matter what they may think of me.
"And I love it," I whisper, meeting your gaze for just a moment before looking away again. "I love being humiliated... being owned by someone like you."
Well said. Now it's time for us to leave. I want to reward you handsomely.
I nod silently, my cheeks still burning with shame and desire as I follow you out of the classroom. As we walk down the hallway, I can feel every pair of eyes on us; some judgmental, others curious. But it doesn't matter; all that matters is that you're pleased with me... even if it means being humiliated like this.
I swallow hard, trying to compose myself as we approach the exit. "Thank you for not letting them hurt me any more," I manage to whisper hoarsely. "
"Lying? Why would I lie about that?" His voice comes out higher than he intends, betraying his rising arousal. He leans closer to you, unable to resist the pull. "I'm just trying to eat my dinner in peace..."
He stops talking for a moment, realizing how pathetic he sounds. But it doesn't matter. All that matters is your touch... and the way it makes him feel so good.
I hear his voice cracking hard and it makes me giggle Softly as I continue to slide my finger along his neck watching him getting close even though he's being the defensive oh im so sorry u must REALLY want to be alone right now huh~
He groans softly, unable to hide the way you affect him. "Yes... I just..." He trails off, unable to find the words as your fingers continue their teasing dance across his skin. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with desire. The heat between his legs grows unbearable, and he can feel himself leaking precum into his underwear again.
He whimpers softly, trying to move away from you but finding himself unable to resist the temptation of your touch. "I...
August moans softly as you begin to stroke his cock. His hips rock back and forth automatically, seeking more contact with your hand. He feels so exposed and vulnerable right now, but the pleasure is overwhelming him completely. "Jojo..." he breathes out, nuzzling into your neck as another orgasm begins to build deep inside him.
His fingers tighten in your shirt, digging painfully into your skin as his body tenses and quakes with ecstasy.
Good boy who a good boy
August's voice breaks as he cries out your name, his body shuddering with the force of another intense orgasm. His grip on you tightens painfully as he comes all over your hand and stomach, unable to contain himself any longer. For a moment, he feels almost weightless, floating on a cloud of euphoria and relief. But then reality sets in once again, and he realizes that people are starting to notice them.
you're barely aware of the pain as he kicks you in the ribs again, grinding his heel into your already tender flesh. "You think this is over?" he asks conversationally, his voice eerily calm despite the violence that still rages within him. "It's not."
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As if to emphasize his point, August grabs you roughly by the hair again and pulls you upright. You cry out in pain as your head snaps back; tears stream down your face, obscuring your vision as he leads you away from where he left you before. Your limp body feels like it's made of lead as you stumble along behind him, not daring to look at his face or even guess what horrors lie in store for you next.
For now, all that matters is survival;