Giving Up to Him

004

We cleared our desks and I set out two sheets of paper.

Tyler took my left breast in his hand and wobbled it up and down.

"Piggy knows what to do, right?" said Tyler.

"Yes Tyler!" I chirped sweetly.

"I'd like you to compose an essay on the transition from the Currier Bell era to 'Jane Eyre'. announced Mrs Goodman.

"Ready? Set? Go!" she called.

I launched into the assignment, attempting to ignore the large fingers casually possessing my breasts.

"Halfway! 15 minutes left! announced Mrs Goodman.

I took out the second sheet of paper and copied from the first sheet, writing in plain vapid prose, as I imagined a 19 year jock would.

"Time!" announced Mrs Goodman, and I picked up the second sheet, and started to turn around.

Only real people get to talk

I stopped myself from talking, and offered the sheet quietly to my left.

Tyler withdrew his hand from my shirt and took it.

"Whew" I thought, then looked at the clock.

10:41am

"Alright class, let's do some quiet reading until the end of class." called Mrs Goodman.

The upperclassman near me started chatting, inevitably.

Just read your book

"Hey Piggy. Up." called Tyler, poking me.

"Yes, Tyler." I chimed, and stood up.

He lazily pulled out his phone and started filming.

"Turn around." the big man ordered.

"Yes Tyler." I replied, and pirouetted in front of the camera for him.

"Show me those udders." he commanded.

"What the fugh?" asked Harris, laughing.

"Getting a 'before and after' vid for my channel." explained Tyler.

"You think she'll be all different after you bone her?" chortled Harris.

"Prolly." said Tyler, who stopped the video.

"I saw that one where you had her eating Dorritos off the ground." chuckled Harris.

Tyler smiled and started another video.

"Now, come here" he said, tapping my desk seat with his hand.

I eyed the camera uncertainly.

"Tyler - " I ventured.

"It's ok, it's just a public video." commented the man.

Always better to give Tyler what he wants up front. I thought, recounting past experiences.

"Come on now, over to daddy." demanded the tall man.

He's videoing you. Just say "I can't do this."

"Right away Tyler!" I chirped, and scampered over to my seat to sit down on his big hand.

"Good slut." he said, cupping my rear.

"I've asked you folks back there to be quiet! Reminder! called Mrs Goodman.

"Sorry Mrs Goodman!" said Denouve.

"This guy is just being a pervert." she giggled under her breath.

"Whatever. It's making my channel super popular," Tyler explained smugly. "Everyone loves seeing her transform into my super slut."

"Alright back corner! One more word and you'll all get detention!" called Mrs Goodman.

We were quiet, but the big hand remained underneath me, cupping one butt cheek.

The class was quiet now.

Tyler slid his hand up my seat, lifting me until I was straddling the trunk of his long, muscular arm.

"Rolled-up skirt?" he rumbled softly. "Do better next time."

"Ok tyler." I mumbled, wondering how my parents would ever let me buy an actual microskirt.

This really couldn't get any worse

The skirt hem was already riding up around my waist, and gave the big man only token resistance as he sought my crotch.

I clutched the book, my eyes running over the page but not seeing anything.

But it could get worse. As a girl, there was one thing worse than being demeaned, degraded, and abused by a handsome man, I realized.

I now rocked slightly to one side, straddling the big arm, and his hand slid against my underwear.

Only one thing could exceed my humiliation at being debased and ridiculed by a tall, cruel, popular male dominant.

The fingers now brushed against the front of my underwear.

...HIM FINDING OUT THAT I LIKE IT.

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