Charlotte, sadistic angel. [by AliHart]

You're tired. So tired. Every day feels like it takes forever anymore.

You yawn behind a hand as you drag yourself up the stairs to your classroom. Your secret girlfriend has been running you ragged lately.

Charlotte. The most popular girl. Probably ever.

Everyone at school adores her, and for good reason. She's a model student in every way: perfect grades and countless extracurriculars. She's popular, innocent, selfless, and caring. No one has ever seen her lose her patience or fail at anything. She's never missed a shot in any of the several sports she's played, never been caught off guard or surprised by anything. She's literally perfect. Graceful in her endless victories. She never forgets a name or detail of anyone she's ever talked to, always knows what to say to cheer up a classmate or bring a smile to everyone's faces. Everything always seems to go her way but she remains humble and modest to her core.

At least, that's what everyone else thinks. You've learned better.

[Flash back to how it started]

You'd thought it was your lucky day when she sat down beside you at lunch that one time.

"Hey, you're cute." She beamed a smile at you. Beautiful as always but with something malicious around the eyes. Several other students were watching from nearby, murmuring amongst themselves over what was apparently big social news. Charlotte was talking to the lame, powerless nobody.

"I know this won't make any sense to you, John, but you're my very favorite toy. I've figured out just how I want to break you for real. Done it twice already, just for myself. But I enjoyed doing it so much that I'm going to let you remember it this time. We're going to have so much fun."

Beneath the table, she slipped off her shoe and pressed her foot between your legs, quickly prompting an erection as more people gathered to see what was happening. Someone noticed her foot and pointed it out to the others. Everyone was too stunned to do anything about it.

"Don't look at them; look at me. They're not real." She spoke in a commanding voice, not her usual sweet tone at all. Then she opened her blouse and flashed her perfect breasts at you. Just pulled her shirt open in front of everyone and gave you a front row seat as she fondled herself, still stroking your dick through your slacks with her foot. She spoke with a breathy, lewd voice as she slipped one hand down the front of her skirt. "You are gonna be a good toy for me, aren't you? Come for me if you want nothing more than to be my little bitch. Right now."

You didn't last long, watching Charlotte, the angel of your high school, masturbate lewdly in front of you while she teased you under the table. This insane new side of her caught you entirely off guard. You couldn't help but blow your load in your pants, at which point she threw her head back and laughed.

"Good boy," she purred. Many of the students around you were filming Charlotte's display, but some of the cameras were instead pointed at your embarrassed face as more and more students realized you'd creamed yourself.

A strange blend of arousal and humiliation burns your face as laughter filled your ears. And then, jarringly, everything flickered around you.

Charlotte was gone. There was no crowd. Your pants were dry, but your cock was rock hard... for apparently no reason. 'The hell?' Charlotte walked up to the table again to sit down again, this time beside you. Once again, she was followed by a small crowd of interested onlookers.

"What the f—"

"Shut up. I'll talk." She whispered into your ear as she gripped your dick through your slacks. "That was fun, wasn't it? I know you liked it. Let's do it again."

Once again, she pulled open her blouse to expose her magnificent chest to the whole room and a large bewildered crowd gathered to see what was happening. It didn't take her long to finish you the second time. She simply pulled your face into her cleavage and stroked your meat through the front of your pants with her fingers and you exploded in seconds.

She laughed as you groaned and twitched beneath her touch, gently rubbing the back of your neck with one gentle hand. "Good boy. How about another round?"

And then, once more, she was gone. Everything reset again. That time, you felt the way it worked, like everything reversed itself in an instant. Time moved backwards, undoing everything.

Then Charlotte walked into the lunchroom again, chatting with one of her friends. Everyone in the room went about their business like nothing had happened. And once again, your cock was painfully hard. All the released tension from the last two orgasms was back and your balls ached uncomfortably.