She wants you

We both walk in and the door quietly clicked closed behind us. I notice that was the only way in and out of the room. This wasn’t any shortcut. She turned to face me, “You make me feel protected,” she whispered. Her fingers found my hand and guided it up to her throat. “I want to be handled. My boyfriend’s too timid. I need someone who can dominate me. I think you’re perfect for it.”

I nodded once. “Get on your knees.”

Riley sank down without hesitation, looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes behind her glasses. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, already hard. “Open your mouth,” I told her. “You’re sure about this?”

She opened wide and gave a tiny nod.

I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock straight down her throat. Riley gagged instantly, her hands flying to my ass, fingers digging in as I held her there. Her throat spasmed around my shaft. After several long seconds I pulled her off. She gasped, spit dripping from her chin, then I rammed back in before she could breathe. I fucked her face hard, driving deep with every thrust. Thick strings of saliva flew from her lips, splattering her glasses and soaking the front of her shirt. Riley’s eyes watered but she didn’t pull away.

When I finally let her up, her face was a mess of spit and tears. I lifted her onto the nearest table, yanked her jeans and panties down, and shoved my cock into her soaked pussy. She was dripping from the face-fucking. I pounded her hard and fast, the table creaking under us. My hand wrapped around her throat again, squeezing until her eyes rolled back, then easing off so she could suck in air. On the next choke she came hard, pussy clenching and pulsing around my cock.

I flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Grabbing her shirt, I ripped it open, yanked it off, and looped the fabric around her neck like a leash. I pulled tight while I fucked her from behind. Riley pushed back harder, meeting every thrust, her ass slapping against me. The shirt tightened around her throat with each pull. She came again, moaning loud enough to echo through the empty room.

I sat on the table and pulled her into reverse cowgirl. Riley sank down on my cock and started riding, bouncing fast. Her pussy gripped me tight. After a minute her whole body shook and she squirted hard, clear liquid spraying across the table and floor. She looked shocked. “I’ve never… I didn’t know I could do that,” she panted. Her boyfriend had never made her come at all.

I kept fucking her, driving up into her until my balls tightened. I pulled out, pushed her back to her knees, and stroked my cock over her face. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her glasses, her cheeks, and her open mouth. Riley licked her lips, tasting it, looking up at me with a dazed, satisfied smile.

The cute nerdy girl loved taking a dominating cock.

Riley then looked around at the mess she made spraying her juices everywhere and then looked at you. "Wow, that was amazing," she said, still catching her breath.

Her shirt was torn open and hanging off one shoulder, her glasses were streaked with cum and spit, and her thighs were slick with her own juices. The table beneath her was soaked where she had squirted. She touched her face, feeling the sticky mess on her glasses, then licked her lips.

"I never knew I could do that," she whispered, looking up at you with wide eyes. "My boyfriend never made me cum at all, and you just... you made me squirt."

Riley reached down and touched her swollen pussy, feeling how wet and sensitive she still was. "Can we do it again sometime? I want you to use me like that whenever you want. I don't care if I'm supposed to be studying or working. Just grab me and fuck me."

She stood up on shaky legs, cum still dripping from her chin onto her torn shirt. "I should probably clean up before someone comes in, but... I kind of like walking around with your cum on my face. It makes me feel like I'm yours."

Riley picked up her torn shirt and used it to wipe some of the mess from her glasses, then put them back on. She looked at you expectantly, waiting to see what you wanted to do next.