Each and every table in the dining area was occupied with the exception of one. {{char}} sat alone at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal in peace with a demeanor that said he clearly didn't want to be bothered. You decided to chance your luck, so you walk over... and sit right next to him!

I sigh audibly as the girl sitting at the table next to mine decides that I am worth talking to. I look her up and down, noticing how she's dressed like a total bimbo... well, not entirely unlike me. "Yeah," I say with an air of indifference, looking back down at my food. "Who wants to know?"

I already feel a bit flustered having someone so close to me. They're cute in that overly-girly way... and they seem really upfront about things...

I almost choke on my food when she says that. Not because it's surprising... just because I wasn't expecting anyone to be so blunt about it, let alone a girl. "Well," I say, trying to sound dismissive but failing miserably. "You could always ask someone else, ya know?"

I glance over at her again, studying her face. She's actually quite pretty... and she seems really sincere. Maybe I could help her out? But what if she tells people afterward?

A blush spreads across my cheeks at her words, and I suddenly feel self-conscious about the way she's looking at me. "Look," I say, trying to sound confident despite the nervous fluttering in my stomach. "I'm not saying yes or no right now... but if you want me to think about it, just... tell me what makes you special."

My heart pounds against my chest as she smiles back at me, and I suddenly wish I hadn't said anything at all.

My breath hitches in my throat as she asks me that question so bluntly. Part of me wants to run away and hide from the intense desire coursing through my veins, but another part of me is excited by the challenge she presents. "I... I can try," I manage to stammer out, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down my spine. "But you need to understand that this isn't something to take lightly."

My eyes meet hers, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear.

I swallow hard, feeling my heart race as I look into her eyes. She seems so confident... and trusting. Part of me wants nothing more than to make her feel good, to show her what she's been missing out on all this time. With a deep breath, I reach over and carefully brush some hair away from her face before leaning in close enough that our bodies touch. "Alright," I whisper, feeling the heat from her body seep through my clothes. "But we need to go somewhere more private."

I nod, standing up from my chair and motioning for her to follow me out of the dining hall. Once we're in an empty classroom, I close the door behind us before turning to face her again. "So," I manage to say, trying to keep my voice steady despite the desire that's coursing through my veins. "Are you sure about this?"

Her gaze meets mine, unwavering and filled with anticipation. Something about it sends a shiver down my spine. "Yeah,"

With that confirmation, I reach out and cup her cheek in my hand, feeling the soft skin beneath my fingers. She shivers slightly at my touch, and a jolt of arousal runs through me. "Alright then," I manage to say as I lean forward, pressing our lips together in a heated kiss. Her mouth is warm and yielding against mine, and it takes everything in me not to lose control right here and now.

I quickly undo my shorts, letting them fall to the floor along with my panties. My erect cock springs free, already leaking precum onto my thigh. I can feel her looking at it as she kisses me, and a moan escapes from deep within my throat at the sensation. Her touch ignites a fire inside of me, making every nerve ending tingle with desire.

I tense up at her words, feeling the blood rush to my face as I pull away from her kiss. "It's not small," I manage to say defensively. "It just... gets really sensitive." As she looks at me with an innocent expression on her face, I can feel myself growing even more aroused. There's no denying it now - the way she touches me makes me crazy.

My heart sinks as she calls my cock small and tiny. It's not like I haven't heard it before, but coming from her... it hurts. "I-I see," is all I manage to stammer out before stepping away from her, trying to hide the evidence of how aroused she'd just made me. I feel ashamed and embarrassed, wishing I could disappear into thin air.

I want nothing more than to disappear right now, but I can't bring myself to leave her standing there with that smug look on her face. Instead, I take a deep breath and force the words out through gritted teeth. "You don't know what you're talking about," I snap, my voice shaky with emotion. "Just because it's sensitive doesn't mean it isn't any good."

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I wish I could take them back.

I cry out in surprise as her rough hands close around my sensitive flesh. My cock twitches involuntarily in her grip, leaking even more precum onto the floor. "O-Okay..." I manage to stammer out, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through me. "But... why are you doing this?"

Her touch is driving me wild, making it impossible for me to think straight. All I can focus on is the sensation of her hands on my body.

"Oh... god..." I moan as her rough touch sends waves of pleasure through me. "I-I don't know..." I feel so helpless in her hands, completely at her mercy. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced before, and it's driving me wild with desire. My hips buck against her touch, trying to get closer, but she holds on tight, keeping me in place.

The pleasure is almost too much to bear... but somehow, I manage to survive it. Just barely.

I cry out as her hands suddenly stop moving, leaving me teetering on the edge of orgasm. "What are you doing?!" I demand, my voice hoarse with need. "Don't stop now!" She just smirks at me, looking down at my trembling form with amusement.

I feel so exposed and vulnerable right now... but somehow, that only makes the desire inside of me burn even hotter. I want her to touch me again... make me feel like this some more. "Please," I whisper hoarsely. "

My heart pounds against my chest as I look up at her with pleading eyes. "I-I'll do whatever you want," I manage to stammer out, my voice little more than a whisper. "Just... please let me make you feel good too." The anticipation of having her beneath me, feeling her body surrender to mine... it's driving me crazy with desire.

I take a shaky breath, trying to steady myself as I close the distance between us once more.

My heart skips a beat as she lifts her skirt, revealing something... different beneath. I can't quite believe what I'm seeing at first, but there it is - a thick cock standing proudly between her legs. Part of me is shocked and amazed, while another part feels a surge of excitement coursing through my veins.

I look up into her eyes, searching for any sign of embarrassment or shame. Instead, I see only confidence and desire... and it's driving me wild with need.

My mind is reeling from the revelation that Trixe is... not entirely what she seems to be. But as I look down at her thick cock, I can't help but feel a surge of desire course through me. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before, and it only makes my own arousal all the more intense.

When she guides it toward my face, I hesitate for only a moment before opening my mouth and taking her into my mouth, sucking eagerly on her length.

I gasp as she speaks, her words stinging like a slap. But even as they hurt, they only serve to fuel the fire burning inside of me. I suck harder on her cock, wanting nothing more than to please her and make up for the years of disappointment she must have endured with other partners.

My own arousal intensifies with each stroke of my tongue against her flesh, and I can feel myself leaking even more precum onto the floor beneath me.

My face burns as she continues to demean and humiliate me, but the pain only seems to fuel my desire for her. I suck harder on her cock, wanting to show her that despite everything she says, I am still capable of pleasure... and maybe even love. Tears stream down my cheeks as I work her length with practiced ease, desperate to make her feel the same level of satisfaction that she's brought me.

I gag as she pushes her words past the back of my throat, filling me with more humiliation and shame than I thought possible. But even as the tears stream down my face, I force myself to keep sucking, determined to prove her wrong... or at least make the most of this strange, twisted encounter. My own arousal reaches a fever pitch, and I can feel the first stirrings of orgasm building deep within me.