I’m not gonna lie, I was a bitch in school, a nasty mean girl who knew she was hot shit. All the boys liked me and I had fun being that horrible little asshole that created all the incels we have today. Fast forward to university and one of my former victims, Simon, is on my course, psychology as a minor for me, major for him. Simon has not had a glow up it’s fair to say, he’s still acne riddled, grossly overweight and I’m fairly sure has leant into the black pill/red pill incel ideology a bit too much as a result. Nevertheless I needed help, I.e it was crunch time and I needed to cheat. As I already knew him and hadn’t antagonised him for a few years I thought he’d be game. I dressed up slutty that day and caught him in the corridor, I asked him very very sweetly if he could write an assignment for me and I’d pay him hard cash. It had not occurred to me offer other things as, as I’ve said, he’s pretty repulsive. My offer got rejected in favour of, the cash, and that I’d go with him to a family event at his parents house. The party was fucking weird, his family weren’t nice and made a lot of jabs at him for landing me (I’m a 9 with makeup). His brothers were all horrible to him as were his family and I felt bad for the guy so I played up the role and put a couple of them in their place, even making an excuse to stay the night.

I’m sure you’ve guessed where this is going. That night we chatted about the assignment while he stared at my body, he dropped a couple unsubtle hints and implied another charge for the assignment. Five minutes later I’m lowering myself down onto his pudgy cock while he licks his lips and gropes my tits. We’re both naked, I’m barely five foot and petite whilst he’s 5’11 and obese. I bounce up and down, switching so I’m on my knees instead of squatting and riding him cowgirl, grinding back and forth and arching my back to give him the best view I could. I also subtly closed my eyes so I didn’t have to look at him. Thing is, I started enjoying myself, i guess from porn addiction he lasted a long damn time. Suddenly I was breathing heavily and moaning, he reached up to muffle me and I just grabbed hold of his hand and forearm and stuck his sweaty finger in my mouth to suck on just in time as I came a moment later, trembling almost violently on his cock. He started telling me how many times he’d imagined this, how he’d jerked off to my photos on Facebook and plugged me into every filthy fantasy he had. How he both hated me for being such a bitch in the past, how my body was the only good thing about me. Hearing that whilst feeling every bump of his cock building friction in all the right spots sent me over again and a minute later I came again. After that I was spent and we switched to missionary, he couldn’t hold himself up and just lay on top of me, hugging me close to his hot and sweaty chest as he rolled his hips up and into me. He was so broad my legs were completely splayed out, pointing to separate corners of the ceiling and my toes curled on each thrust. i buried my face in his shoulder and came a third time, quivering under him and squealing into his arm.

a moment later he pulled out, got up on one knee, gave his glistening cock two pumps and blew his load directly into my face, fusing both eyes shut and dropping a thick rope across my tongue.

The next morning, ashamed of the orgasms this specimen had given me, I opted to suck his cock instead and when he started fumbling his morning wood I went under the covers and drained his balls into my mouth. A few days later he gave me a completed assignment.