He decides to be late for class...

"In fact..." God, you wish he'd just go to college and leave you to at least compose yourself a little! But now you realize, with a shock, he's moving towards you. To get a better look, you guess. You swallow your shame and rage and concentrate on dusting the bottom shelf, still bending down from the waist as he told you to. The blood is starting to go to your head though. "In fact, I think I'll be late for class today after all."

As his words sink in you start to straighten up, but he's moved quicker than you thought. He's right behind you, and as you start to stand up he catches the back of your neck in his hand and pushes you back down. You're a right-angle now, and you have to drop the duster and put your hands out to grab onto the shelves so that you don't tumble forwards into them.

"Sean! What are you doing?! Wait!" His other hand is already on your ass though, and for the first time he's squeezing your firm flesh, sampling the goods that he's dressed himself. "This is too much! Let me go!"

"Oh c'mon, Holly." His hand tests your ass through the panties, then he brings it back and delivers a stinging slap. You yelp and know what's coming next, even though you're trying to convince yourself that maybe it won't happen. But you're all tarted up in crotchless panties, and his fingers are inches from your defenseless pussy. "I just said it - you're smart and you can reason things out. Think about it, it's this or something a lot worse. Maybe a whole gang of guys knocking on your door on Friday, can you imagine that. Now be a good girl." and there it is, the touch that you've been dreading as Sean slips his fingers from your ass, down between your thighs to your easily accessible slit.

Again you yelp, and this time you have to stifle a sob as you realize that really... you have ****. He's right, and... this is the worst thing you've had to do, but you'll let him do it. Because if you don't you might end up dead or worse. So you keep quiet, fight back the tears and stay bent over and clutching the shelves for support as he noisily sucks his fingers and starts to massage his saliva into the **** folds of your sex.

You don't want it, you don't want it at all, but his fingers are surprisingly gentle, and his touch is nowhere near as clumsy as you'd thought. And so as you cling to the shelves, arching your back without realizing and breathing heavier and heavier, the blood starts to move to your sex, your lips start to flush and relax... and it takes a few minutes in which you just feel paralyzed with shame, but suddenly he decides it's time... and slide a long finger into your cunt. Your wet, traitorous cunt, that, against your wishes has softened and moistened for him.

"Oh that's a good girl," he says as you sob in humiliation, "That's a good pussy, getting nice and wet for me. You're such a good slut, Holly. You've never been someone's fuck-toy before, right?" You don't answer, so he takes his hand off your neck and gives you a spank on your left ass-cheek, still fingering your pussy with his other hand.

"N-no! Please... please Sean, don't make me do this."

"Shhh, whether you want to do it or not... I think your pussy really wants to do it." You gasp in shock as he sinks two fingers into you now. And... f-fuck it feels good. He's careful and delicate... almost tender as he takes you higher and higher. Six months since your last boyfriend, and all that time just your fingers to get you off...

But like this? To be basically blackmailed into the sluttiest clothes you've ever word, to be made to bend over and show yourself to this creep, to be groped and fingered until your pussy betrays you? Can you really let this happen to yourself?

Sean has been teasing your pussy this whole time, and now he pulls his two fingers out... and uses them to spread your soft, wet lips open. God you can feel it and HEAR it. You're so wet!

And you can also hear that sound of his fly coming down...