A student with a catch

(Warning, ****)

Your actions live up to your thoughts, as you reach out and grab the first fuckable student that passes by. He’s a small nerdy boy, with bright blue shaggy hair falling over his coke bottle glasses. He’s wearing a yellow seater over his white collared shirt, and worn dark jeans. The only thing even remotely sexual was the leather dog collar under the collars of his shirt, but you really didn’t care.

You looked down at him, trembling slightly at your firm grip on his shoulder. “Hey, you look like a curious boy. Wanna find out what it’s like being fucked ****?”

He starts to mutter “sorry, um, but you see...”

You don’t let him finish, spinning him around you and pinning him to a locker. “Yea, I wasn’t really asking.” He tries to whimper stop, but you are in such a lustful heat you don’t register anything he says. First comes the sweater, tossed on the ground. Next you rip open his shirt, a forceful hand feeling his hairless chest and belly. He squirms, but that only fuels the fire in your groin as you next target the pants, ripping them down around his ankles then off.