People have always said that my temper would get me in trouble, but I never guessed how right they'd turn out to be. I'm usually a pretty nice guy, keeping my head down and trying to treat everyone with respect. When I get angry, however, my head clouds up and I don't think clearly. Fortunately, I can usually calm down with a little time alone and for many years it was never a problem.
That all changed in my second year of college with Allison. She transferred into my Chemistry class midway through the semester and I was immediately struck with how beautiful she was. Her almond skin, cute little round face, and silky black hair were incredibly alluring, but when I first saw her vibrant smile I was smitten.
It was clear that she was in need of a friend, so I volunteered to be her lab partner for the remainder of the year. She seemed to enjoy my company as much as I hers, with our study sessions containing as much playful teasing as actual studying. My thoughts at night danced with images of this girl for a couple of weeks before I could bear it no more.
It was a Friday night and I was hosting another "study session" at my apartment. After only an hour or so, we ditched the schoolwork and decided to watch a movie. Since I intended to watch her more than the T.V. screen anyway, I allowed Allison to pick the film; we ended up with some generic girly love story that she seemed to enjoy.
I snuck looks at her throughout the movie, studying the way her eyes lit up when she laughed. She was gorgeous, and she was just wearing a simple blouse and jeans. When I caught sight of her adorable "aww" at what must have been a particularly romantic part, I couldn't hold it in any longer. After the film ended, she commented on how great it was that we could watch those sorts of movies together. I agreed and then took my chance.
"Allison, I really enjoy spending time with you, and we make a great team. In fact, lately all I've been able to think about is our time together and how absolutely beautiful you are. All I want is to make this relationship into something more..."
I waited for her to absorb my words and react. The way her smile fell from her face and her expression morphed into one of pity was heartbreaking. I knew the answer before she said anything; my cheeks were already burning.
"Thanks, Thomas, but I'm not really ready for a relationship right now." She continued, explaining a recent bad breakup and her feelings towards me merely as a friend, but I couldn't concentrate on any of her words. My heartbreak from earlier was changing to rage and I could already feel myself losing control. Of course, I was a perfect gentleman about it and dropped the subject right there, but all I could think was "How dare she friendzone me?" I badly needed a chance to cool off.
To my dismay, Allison suggested watching one more movie before she left, perhaps out of pity. I couldn't think of an excuse not to that didn't increase my humiliation, so I dutifully started the film she suggested. It was clear neither of us were really watching it and I breathed a sigh of relief when she awkwardly got up to leave. She hesitated at the door.
"Uh, Thomas? It's awfully late and my house is pretty far; would you mind...?" I gulped down my humiliation and anger and got up to escort her home.
Neither of us really said anything as we walked. It was all I could do to keep my expression neutral. As we were walking through a deserted park, my foot caught in a crack in the pavement. I tumbled forward onto my hands and, like that, my self-control was gone.
"Are you okay?" Allison asked, reaching down to help me up. I accepted her hand and pulled down hard, eliciting a gasp of shock. Before she could regain her balance, I forcibly shoved her through nearby bushes, pulled myself to my feet, and threw myself after her.
As she struggled to stand in the grass on the other side, she managed one high-pitched yelp before I slapped a hand over her mouth. Her squirming was cut short when I produced a pocket knife, something I usually carry for self-protection. The irony of its current use was lost on me in my anger. She looked fearfully between me and the blade held to her throat.
"I've had it with girls like you," I began. "How dare you give me that shit about 'just being good friends?' I've been nothing but a gentleman to you, helping you with school and trying my best to treat you with respect, and this is my reward? If you won't respond to being treated like a lady, maybe you prefer being treated like a whore!"
I pushed her to the ground and reached for her blouse. She began protesting but was quickly hushed when I flashed the steel of the knife in front of her eyes. With her noises under control, I proceeded to remove her upper garments. With those gone, I simply had to remove her bra and I was left to admire her amazing tits. They were just the right size – her B cups suited her slim frame fine – and those little nipples were perfect. She usually wore loose-fitting clothes, leaving the shape of her breasts up to my imagination, but these were better than I ever dreamed. As she quietly moaned, I took each breast in my free hand and rubbed it, enjoying the feeling of her delicate skin. I then took one into my mouth and savored her taste, a combination of fear and her usual perfume.
Once I had had my fill, I began working on her jeans. She stared at me with absolute terror and I almost succumbed to those huge brown eyes, but my fury won out and I pulled her pants around her ankles, tossing them to the side. Now all that stood between me and my prize was one little lacy pair of pink panties. I cut through them with one swipe of the knife and feasted my eyes on her best parts.
There was her beautiful pussy. It was clean-shaven and an enticing pink – I couldn't resist rubbing her clit a few times. This made her moans louder and I was starting to worry that somebody would hear. Even in my rage, I had no desire to cause Allison any physical pain or to give her any injuries, and I was beginning to wonder what I'd do if my threats weren't enough to keep her quiet. Fortunately, when I pressed the flat slide of the knife hard into her thigh, she stopped gasping and allowed me to flip her onto her stomach and move to her excellent backside.
It was not uncommon for Allison to wear sweatpants to our study sessions, so her ass was what I most lusted after and I was not disappointed. It was extraordinarily round without a single blemish and the almond skin was perfectly smooth. I cupped one cheek in my hand and squeezed, relishing the plump curves. Spreading her ass apart, I viewed her little cherry asshole. It was so small and delicate that I couldn't resist leaning in and running my tongue across her entire ass, ending on her anal entrance. I felt Allison give a little uncontrollable shiver and knew it was almost time to move onto the main course.
First, though, there was something I had to take care of. I flipped her back onto her bottom and began reaching for my phone. She made a half-hearted attempt to get up, but I forced her back to the ground. With my phone in hand, I began taking pictures of all her perfect nakedness. I told I wouldn't hesitate showing her friends and family what a little slut she was if she ever said or tried anything, but only got a whimper in response.
With that taken care of, I unbuckled my own pants and finally withdrew my dick, which had been clamoring for release for some time now. Now, I've always considered myself fairly average-sized, but my member being barely a foot from her small face did it a lot of favors. She eyed it fearfully and made no move. Since she didn't seem to understand what came next, I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her face within inches of it. She wrinkled her nose and started squirming, but I cupped her cheeks and angled her to look right at my cock.
"You see this? You're going to pleasure it. If you do a good enough job, we can call it a night. Sound like a deal?" She nodded at first, then absorbed my words and began protesting again.
"Please Thomas, I'm a virgin—" she began, but was quickly silenced when I filled her mouth with my dick. I made sure not to go deeper than her throat, but the surprise entry meant she was still gagging and spluttering. I held my penis in that little bit of heaven for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of her tongue frantically trying to find to avoid contact with my penis. Finally, I let her pull back and cough everywhere. There was drool and a bit of precum on her chin and her mascara had started running. Seeing my little angel in such a mess only made me hornier.
"That was good, but remember what I said about pleasuring me? I'll give you one more chance and this time I want some real effort." I pushed my cock back up to the entrance of her mouth and waited. She whimpered and obediently began to take in as much as she could
With her experimental attempts at pleasing me, it quickly became clear that that she'd never done something like this before. She ran her tongue over different parts of my shaft, testing my reaction and, though it was amateurish, it felt absolutely sublime all the same. The innocence with which she did it made me love her all the more and it took all my self-control to resist forcing her to deepthroat my cock. As horny as I was, I was still trying to treat her as delicately as possible and that seemed to be crossing the line. After several minutes I pulled out and allowed her to catch her breath.
"Now, I'm going to enter you one last time. When I release my load, I want you to swallow every last drop. Don't make a mess." She stared up at me with fear.
"Please don't make me swallow that," she mumbled, "I don't think I can take it." She sounded so pathetic that I considered.
"Well, I can be reasonable and listen to a lady's request." She looked relieved for a moment before I continued. "I'll let you decide, then. Do you want it inside or outside?"
"I...what?"
"My cum's either going down your threat or over your face. What'll it be?"
She looked close to tears for a few seconds as she considered.
"O-on my face."
"Alright then. I just want you to use your hands to finish the job. Go on."
She hesitated, but then reached for my dick.
"That's it, just give it a good rubbing and you can go home." Spurred by my promise, she began stroking the shaft.
"Like this?' she asked, looking up at me past the penis she grasped.
"That's perfect."
Encouraged, she worked faster. Soon, she was using both hands and pumping with a steady rhythm, determined to make me cum. The feeling of her delicate little palms wrapped around my dick was too much, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. When she got the idea to cup my balls with one hand, I could hold it in no more. With a grunt of satisfaction, I released my load.
Before she could react, it sprayed out across her face, covering it and her upper body. Her almond skin was sticky with cum and saliva, a large dollop covering one eye. She stared blankly at her hands, which had not yet released my cock.
When I backed away, she fell to the ground and simply laid there, defeated and covered in cum. I searched for my phone and, finding it, took more pictures of the scene. Satisfied, I kneeled down next to her.
"A deal's a deal," I said to her limp form, "You did an adequate job as a whore tonight, and I for my part kept your virginity intact. Just remember my warning." I held the phone up to her face.
