Olivia had a curious look on her face, but swiftly obeyed. As soon as everything was packed up, Phil grabbed her arm and led her away from the lunchroom, down the hallways, away from prying eyes. No doubt someone had seen them, and no doubt Phil was going to be asked about her, but deliciously, he didn’t care. Phil had power. Phil had control. Phil had options, and fuck Nicole for making him feel like he had to bend to her will when she felt she didn’t owe him the time of day.
Phil’s hands were practically shaking as he unlocked the door to Room 203, the student council office. As soon as the pair were inside, he locked the door again behind him and turned to grin at Olivia, a very hungry grin.
“So, you want to fuck a guy even when he’s in a committed relationship?”
Olivia stood there, unmoving, her facial expression not changing.
Phil didn’t care. “Stand there.” He pointed to a spot on the floor. Hesitantly, Olivia obeyed, walking over to the very spot at which he was pointing.
“Get on your knees.” Phil demanded. For a second, he swore he could see the makings of a smile on Olivia’s lips as she sank to her knees in front of him. Still smiling, Phil walked slowly over in front of her, and undid his belt.
“You can do the rest.” Phil commanded gruffly, and Olivia obediently nodded. With an almost teasing level of slowness, Olivia unzipped his fly, undid the button holding his pants together, and gently pulled them down to his knees. She paused slightly, looking Phil in the eyes for a few seconds, before pulling down his underwear too, making sure he could feel her sudden, heavy, lustful breaths on his cock.
Phil chuckled slightly. “Are you gonna just sit there forever, or are you going to suck me off?”
Olivia’s dam was broken as she broke out into a full smile. “Thank you.”
Phil was slightly taken off-guard. “For what?”
“I just vibe really well with the roleplay of my feelings not mattering.” Olivia replied matter-of-factly as she gripped Phil’s shaft. “Gets me so hot.” She gave his cock an experimental lick.
This was new territory for Phil but he was game to play along. “Then I don’t give a shit about you thanking me, slut. I just care about what your body can do for me.”
Olivia smiled at him again, this time mischievously. “Just trying to have some manners over here.” she replied. “Would you rather have silence?”
“In words, sure. I’m going to close my eyes and all I want to hear are the sounds of your mouth on my cock. Do I make myself clear?” Phil then closed his eyes and folded his arms, waiting.
“Crystal,” came the voice of Olivia, before Phil indeed did hear the sounds of suction, as well as the unmistakable feeling of a mouth on his dick.
Olivia was, in a word, amazing. Other words came to mind, like ‘submissive,’ ‘extreme,’ and ‘confusing,’ but all that mattered in this moment was that it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing. It wasn’t just in the way that she used every technique she knew, but also in the eagerness with which she devoured him, the way she’d moan at the mere opportunity to please Phil.
“You have such a nice cock, Master.” Olivia purred in between licks as she used both hands to appraise his manhood. “I can’t get enough of it. Please let me suck you every day, sir.” She went back to sucking him, using every part of her mouth to show Phil just how much appreciation she had for being his little blowjob slut.
Phil was positively drunk with power in this moment. Fuck Nicole for ever making him feel so small, he knew in this moment that if a manipulative bitch like Nicole wasn’t willing to get on her knees for him, he had a girl who was all too eager to show him what her rightful place was kneeling right before him instead.
Each breath Olivia left on him reminded him of this fact. It’s like she was born to serve him, with the way she naturally and submissively got to work on him. Even though only a minute had passed, it felt like an eternity of having his cock worshipped by a girl who knew that he was a man worth worshipping.
One minute… that reminded him. Phil looked at his watch and discovered with dismay that they had less time left than he wanted. He cleared his throat. “Hey, Olivia.” he called out to her.
“Mm?” Olivia responded, taking her lips off of his shaft to look at him submissively, a far cry from her usual apathetic stare. She looked innocent, hungry… the right flavor of slutty for Phil. It was killing him to have to make this announcement.
“We’re, uh… running out of time. Maybe we should take a raincheck on this… slut.” PHil hated admitting it, but this dom talk was kind of new ground for him still.
“If you think we don’t have enough time, I’ll obey you.” Olivia replied submissively, getting to her feet, a small trail of saliva going down her chin. “It’s a shame though, I love that cock.”
Phil snickered a little in slight disbelief and power. “Back on your fuckin’ knees.” he replied hoarsely. “I changed my mind. You’re too much of an eager slut. I’m going to jack off all over your pretty, slutty face.”
Olivia gave another one of her big grins. “Yes, sir.” she replied submissively as she got back on her knees.
“And wipe that fuckin’ grin off your face. I didn’t say you could enjoy it.” Phil added, giddy with power and lust yet stern-faced.
Olivia’s expression obediently changed from a grin to that of a submissive scared-looking ‘good girl,’ remaining on her knees. Phil grinned evilly at how perfect she looked as he began to stroke himself.
Olivia bit her lip in a display of lust as Phil’s hand slid back and forth across his shaft. “You have such a perfect cock, sir.” Olivia practically panted as she watched him pleasure himself. Phil wondered if she had the urge to touch herself, and even if she did, if that was only for his amusement, but fuck it, this was pretty damn amusing to him. “Touch yourself.” he ordered.
To his surprise, Olivia went for her chest instead, seductively playing with her bra-covered boobs as she stuck out her tongue for him, giving him a wink as she readied herself for his load.
This was absolutely surreal to Phil. He couldn’t believe his good fortune in finding this girl. His smile widened as he realized two things – one, that she initially shied away from him and hard work always got Phil Love what he wanted, and two, this load was going to be a big one, and it was going to cover Olivia’s pretty submissive face as she played with her boobs. All to get him excited. She wanted his cum to paint her face.
Phil began to breathe heavier as he could feel his load coming on. Hormones were surging through him. He just wanted to pick this girl up and jackhammer her right there, not caring who watches. He wanted to do all kinds of dirty things with her, and he was going to do that, as many times as possible, as often as he could this year. He found his own personal slut, on top of having a potential girlfriend. His own personal slut, as well as taming the school slut to only want him.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Without warning, Phil’s breaths turned to slight muffled moans and he gave a grunt as his load unleashed. Luckily, Olivia was listening intently for his signals and was ready. Rope after rope of Phil’s seed painted her face, some ending up in her mouth, as Olivia graciously and submissively accepted Phil’s gift. Her eyes were closed in lustful delight as Phil watched, panting with horniness. The spurts subsided and amazingly, most of it actually landed on Olivia’s face or in her mouth, with only the last and smallest spurt landing at the top of her shirt.