A present

Kyle walked out of the bathroom, his mind racing. He had just had a taste of the power the app could give him, and he was hungry for more. But at the same time, it would need to be a good choice. No more common whores, although...

"No! I will take into account all options before jumping into the deep end again," Kyle told himself, still smiling from the encounter with Britney. He knew he had to be careful, especially with the app's power. He couldn't let his desires rule him.

He decided to use the app's knowledge to his advantage. It can actually tell him the relationships of people around him, not just their names. He scanned the crowded hallway, the app's interface displaying various connections between his classmates and teachers. Some had weird roles like "dominant," "submissive," and even "cuckold" on the school's PE teacher tab.

Kyle looked at the muscular 7 feet man crossing the corridor... Well, you never know who's under that shell. But, what else can I do?

The bell rang, signaling the start of his next class. He took his seat, his mind racing as he opened the app, now feeling like a Pandora's box. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the faces of his classmates, and for the first time, he saw them not just as classmates, but as potential conquests.

He tapped on Cory Reily's name, his mind going back to the shy girl in baggy clothes who sat a few rows away. The app revealed she had a kinky side, her role marked as "Masochist." His eyes widened as he saw Paul's name listed as her "Master." A strange sense of possessiveness filled him. He had always found Cory kinda cute, and Paul... that asshole didn't deserve someone like her.

He leaned back in his chair, watching her out of the corner of his eye. Cory looked up from her book, her glasses reflecting the fluorescent lights above. She caught his gaze and gave a shy smile, her cheeks flushing pink. Kyle felt his heart clench. He had to have her, in fact he will.

He waited until class was over, and made some quick taps on his phone's screen. And that was done, the "master" role was no longer in Paul's tab, now he was the MASTER... of Cory. Kyle looked up to see if Paul reacted to his sudden loss of power, and damn his face was like a book, shock and confusion painted all over it.

As the students shuffled out of the room, Kyle caught Cory's eye and gave her a knowing smirk. She looked at him, then at her phone, her eyes going wide. She had felt the shift in power, the app had notified her. Paul had approached her, his handsome face now twisted in confusion and fear. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, probably trying to assert his nonexistent dominance. But Cory, now in control, just smirked back at him, whispering something that made him visibly swallow hard.

The sight was oddly satisfying. Paul, who was once so cocky and sure of himself, now looked like a scared rabbit caught in the headlights. Soon he left, his shoulders drooping as he realized that the world had changed around him without his consent.

Kyle waited patiently, his heart racing with excitement. He knew Cory had to be feeling the shift in dynamics as much as he was. He had never had a submissive partner before, but the idea of it was making his cock twitch in his pants. He had read enough hentai to know the basics of how it worked.

After class, he texted her the order. "Meet me in the third floor restroom at 3 PM. And send me three boob pics by the end of the day," he wrote, his thumbs moving with a surprising confidence.

The hours dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Kyle couldn't focus on his classes, his mind was too preoccupied with the promise of what was to come. He had never been the one in charge, the one calling the shots. It was a heady feeling, one that he liked a lot.

The rest of the day was marked by his phone vibrating on every break, each notification bringing him a new boob pic from Cory. The first one was a little blurry, obviously taken quickly in a **** attempt to comply with his demand. But with each subsequent picture, the quality and confidence grew. On the third, she was taking a mirror selfie with both of her giant tits hanging out of her shirt, her glasses pushed up on her nose giving her an unexpectedly adorable look.

Finally, the last bell rang, and Kyle felt his cock stiffen in anticipation. He had never felt so powerful, so in control. He strolled to the third floor restroom, his steps echoing through the empty hallway. When he pushed open the door, he found Cory waiting for him, her baggy clothes hiding her shy excitement.

"Hi, K-K-Kyle," she stuttered, her eyes darting to the floor. She was so adorable when she was nervous.

"Hello, Cory," he said, his voice firm and commanding. "Take off your shirt and bra."

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, but she obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she undid the buttons. Her shirt fell to the floor, revealing her giant tits, the pink tips of her nipples poking through the fabric of her bra. He felt his cock throb at the sight of her.

"Now, the bra," he instructed, his eyes never leaving her chest.

With a shaky sigh, she unhooked her bra and let it fall, her large breasts bouncing slightly as they were freed. Kyle's mouth watered at the sight. He had seen them in the pictures she had sent, but in person, they were so much more than he had imagined.

"Good girl," he praised, stepping closer to her. "Now, go on your knees, and look up at me."

Cory's eyes widened, but she did as she was told, her knees knocking against the cold tile floor. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. Kyle could see the anticipation in her eyes, and it only made him harder.

He reached down and unbuckled his belt, his pants dropping to his ankles. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. Cory's gaze dropped to it, her mouth parting slightly. He stepped closer, pushing her glasses up her nose with a gentle finger. "Open your mouth," he ordered.

Her pink lips parted, and she took him in, her eyes watering slightly. He could feel her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin. He groaned, his hands going to her hair, and he started to fuck her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.

His cock was throbbing now, begging for release. He pulled away from her, his eyes locking with hers. "I'm going to fuck your tits now," he said, his voice low and filled with desire. "And when I cum, I want it all over them."

Cory nodded, her chest heaving with excitement. Kyle positioned his cock between her breasts, pushing them together. He started to fuck her tits, his hips moving with a slow, steady rhythm. She moaned, her eyes never leaving his.

It didn't take long before he was ready to cum. With a grunt, he pulled out and shot his load all over her chest, covering her breasts in sticky white cum. She whimpered, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Now, I want you to do something for me," he said, his voice still firm. "Send me a picture of your tits with my cum on them once you get home."

Her cheeks flushed even deeper, but she nodded. "Okay," she whispered.

"And another one after you've played with yourself," he added, a wicked smile crossing his face. "But before you clean up. And make sure you don't take a shower until right before bed."

Her eyes widened at the command, but she could not hide a smile as she bit her lip and nodd. "Yes master," she murmured, her voice a little hoarse from his cock in her mouth. "I'll do it."

Kyle slid his finger out of Cory's mouth, her eyes still glazed with lust. He took a moment to admire the way her breasts heaved with each shallow breath she took. Her mascara had smudged, giving her a just-fucked look that made him even more eager to claim her fully. He knew the next step had to be taken, but he was savoring the moment of power.

With a smirk, he reached down and grabbed her sweater, which was lying on the floor next to her discarded bra. He wiped his cum off his cock with it, the fabric feeling soft against his sensitive skin. Cory watched with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, her cheeks flushing even more as she realized what he was doing.

"You like that, don't you?" he teased, his voice low and gruff. "Being used like a rag."

Cory's smile grew, and she nodded. "Yes, master," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," he said, tucking his cock back into his pants. "Now, get dressed and go home. Remember what I said about the pictures."