Encourage Megan

You could only groan appreciatively in response and Megan laughed. "Yeah, you do. Prissy little Allison doesn't whore it up for you, then? You need a little filth in your life, Tim? Because I can be that, if you want." She cleaned her face with a finger, dragging most of the spunk into her mouth and holding it on her out-stretched tongue to show you. She looked like one of those really sloppy sluts from any of a number of porn vids you've seen, who just crave cum and love to play with it.

"Y-yeah, that's hot."

Her eyes twinkled and she didn't move, just staring into your eyes with her mouth open, waiting. She seemed really amused by the whole situation.

Remembering your hypothesis about her motive for approaching you in the first place, you took a chance and reached out to gently grip her throat and spoke in a slightly firmer tone. "Now swallow it."

She did. Closing her eyes, she moved it around in her mouth to swallow all of it in one nice, big gulp. You could feel her throat move gently against your palm as it slid down, and then she stuck her tongue out for you to see her empty mouth.

"Good girl," you said, releasing her throat. The words slipped out without thinking, but when Megan's face lit up with delight at the praise, you decided it was a happy accident.

"Fuck," she said, "I like the way that sounds." She was beaming, thrilled. "I promise I can be a dirty, dirty girl if that's what you need. I'll let you do all kinds of things."

"Good. If we're going to do this—whatever this is—I don't want you holding back."

She shook her head, eyes wide, almost fearful. "No! I won't hold back. God knows I don't have much self esteem to begin with. If you want to just..." she shook her head again. "I want to be this for you. Whatever you need. Let me be that for you."

You had to ask. The poor girl was almost trembling now. The facade of just being a fun, friendly stress-release fuck was crumbling quickly. "Megan. What exactly is this? Why did you approach me today? This is happening really fast. Not that I mind! I just... need to know the deal."

She hesitated. "I..." Her eyes flitted away from your gaze, looking anywhere but into your eyes. You couldn't recall ever seeing her so socially unsure of herself.

"Say it. You can walk in and blow me unprompted but you can't tell me why? I think I know but I want to hear you say it."

Megan took a breath, and finally looked back into your eyes. "Because I heard some rumors, you and your girlfriend, into into some kinky shit, and I want it. I need it. My life is falling apart, Tim." She took a shuddering breath, but at your encouragement she continued.

"When my mom died, my dad shut down. He's drunk most of the time. I didn't handle it any better, but couldn't drink. Turned to sex... I'm not proud of most of it, and really don't want to dump out my whole purse, here, so I'll just say I learned that I shouldn't be left to take care of myself. I need help. Need..." she struggled.

"To be controlled." you offered. "Dominated. Owned. Protected from yourself." You looked at her without grinning or teasing, despite a whole lot of excited shock playing out inside you. She was being dead serious, and her vulnerability deserved to be treated with some respect.

"Yes! God, yes. That's exactly it. Thank you. See, I knew you would understand. Well, I hoped you—"

"Shh. Stop talking for a moment."

She snapped her mouth shut, but looked at you with a hopeful expression.

"This is pretty serious. So first, thank you for trusting me. Second, we need to have a proper conversation about what exactly all this means. Expectations and all that, and this is not the place to have it. You need to get back to class. But first, I need to know: why me? Why is you throwing yourself at me not just another bad choice?"

She shrugged. "Because I know you. Well enough, I mean. It's not that big a school. You're a good guy. Like, genuinely good. And when I heard that you've already been playing around with power dynamics with your girlfriend, I had to try. Tim," her eyes grew wet, threatening tears, and her voice wavered a little. "I'm barely holding on. Please. Just... I need to feel like someone cares, and I need to be told... and you are the only guy I think I could give myself to and come out better for it. I know it's a lot to ask... but I will let you fuck me. Anyway you want, whenever you want. Or anyone else you want me to, if you think it's best. Whatever you want. Just... take care of me? I need to graduate, I don't want to get pregnant... that stuff. Make me report to you. Punish me if I'm lazy, I'll submit, no questions. Stop me from fucking my dad's friends. Please, they're all dickheads, but I just can't... not by myself."

It was a lot to take in, and you weren't sure exactly how you felt about it. It was crazy, but it was also really, really appealing. She was basically offering to be your ****, begging for it, actually. She would obey and submit to you and let you mold her into a functioning human. The girl must have been pretty tough to have come to such a decision. And she trusted you implicitly to just have her best interest at heart? That was genuinely touching.

You put a hand on her cheek, rubbing a stray tear from her cheek with your thumb. "I will think about this. You've been honest with me, so you deserve a fair answer. A real one, not an impulse in the back of a car with my dick out. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone what you told me."

She nodded, scrubbing her eyes. She even laughed once. "You're right. And thank you. But if you do tell people, I accept that, too. Honestly, if you take me on, you could lock me in stocks in front of the school for public humiliation and I would thank you for it. If you really think that will help me... I'm prepared to submit to you completely because I cannot trust myself. Please understand."

"I understand. Now, make yourself presentable and get back to class. I'll text you. And Megan..."

She managed to pull her shorts up over her hips and stopped to look at you. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for this. I really did need it."

She grinned and opened the car door. "You bet. I had fun, too."

And then she was gone, leaving you alone to process what the actual fuck just happened.