by Writing Shark
You fuck your princess
Of course it’s the gym but the obvious place to fuck doesn’t bother you for two reasons. Firstly, because you were anything but popular enough in your previous college to get even kisses there, but mainly because you are about to fuck a smoking hot cheerleader who is so pretty that it can’t really be.
Nevertheless, Ashley shows you her kingdom, shows you around and tells you about her world. You can feel her excitement, but at the same time you congratulate yourself on having found a willing helper on your first day and the feeling intoxicates you knowing that from now on you are at the top of the food chain.
“And this is where we change for training,” the beautiful girl explains in a cheerful voice, as if she didn’t know she had just sold herself to you like a piece of meat at the market. And everyone knows what she’s doing. You look around the room with its many benches and cupboards. “We could do it here, Sir.” You like Ashley’s proactive nature, even if she’s not talking about ‘taking’ and ‘owning’ yet. But you know that’s coming.
“Too uncomfortable,” you grumble, crossing your arms. The girl wasn’t expecting that, but then her face brightens.
“I have an idea,” she says and waves you into the large, luxuriously furnished gym. She directs you to one of several large gates on a wall and points to it. You don’t move. “Oh…” she mumbles, “Sorry. The king doesn’t have to do that.” She winks seductively at you, not seeing your sneer as the slim, fragile girl first struggles to pull open the large gate – while you stare at her tight ass bulging beneath her uniform – and then pulls out a large, soft gym mat.
“Not bad,” you remark as Ashley gasps and makes sure you have a comfortable place to fuck her.
“Thank you Sir,” she whispers seductively and approaches you. “So how do you want me?”
“Naked,” you say coldly. “And willing.” She grins and immediately goes to the gym mat, kneels down and fiddles with her uniform. With your arms crossed, you watch as a hot cheerleader strips for you.
“We’re going to be the biggest power couple in school,” she says when she can’t bear to look of you any longer and gives you a snarky grin.
“Can’t even the biggest slut in school be quiet when she’s showing me her body?” you ask sardonically, staring at her breasts as they emerge from under her white shirt. “Nice tits,” you admit as her melons (actually more oranges) emerge.
“Thank you Sir,” she says unmoved. “And yes, I can be quiet if you tell me to.” Her fingers hook under the waistband of her skirt and she extends her ass towards you as she drags it over her white skin. A black Tommy Hilfiger thong appears. Then she glances at you over her shoulder. “Everyone here knows how powerful you are. The son of the richest and most influential industrialist in the world.” She slides around on her backside with her legs raised, her white sneakers still on her feet, and presses her thighs together. “And we are all sons and daughters of important people here. No matter who works here, they are at the top of their field. And we are their children.”
“Show me your pussy.” Your mouth is dry, Ashley is so beautiful and you find yourself hoping that she is really made of the wood to be your princess. Ashley follows your command and pulls her panties over her perfect legs, then spreads them for you, revealing a perfectly shaved, tight, pink pussy. “Nice.”
“Thank you Sir,” she whispers, just a little red in the face.
“You really are a little whore who will do anything to gain power,” you shake your head and pull your shirt off your body. Ashley is immediately at your side, pressing her titties into your chest and holding out her hands.
“Let me do it, my king,” she says, ignoring the insult. Then a beautiful, trained, naked cheerleader undresses you. “If you want I’ll be your little whore Sir” she whispers as she takes off your shirt. You watch her work. “I know you can have anyone but I only want you Sir” she says as she pulls down your pants. “I want the power, yes,” she says as she takes off your socks and shoes without making a face. “But I also want to be someone who has power.” Then she digs her fingers into your pants and locks with your eyes. “Do whatever you want with me but make sure that…” Her eyes go wide as you lean forward and grab her by the throat. Her delicate hands wrap around your strong arm but you hold on tight.
“So that we understand each other,” you growl in her face. “You are a stupid little whore that I will fuck whenever, wherever and however I want. Three holes and two hands for my cock, nothing more.” Her eyes grow even wider as your fingers dig into her skin. “I don’t care what you want from me and you will be grateful for what I give you.” Your spit lands under her eye with a wet sound. Ashley flinches but can’t move. “You want to be my queen? Let’s start by making sure you understand that from now on you are a piece of meat that I can do whatever I want with. Fuck you got involved with me, now you’re reaping what you sowed. No backtalk. You’re my good little girl who loves being my fuck meat, then – when I’m in a good mood – I’ll give you enough to make you better than the other sorry fucks on this island. Understood?”
And Ashley nods.
You let go of her and she collapses in front of you, coughing.
“Let me do it,” you grin dirty and pull your underwear off your body. Stiff, hard and throbbing, your cock springs out into the open. “Turn around little doggy” you grin and Ashley obeys immediately.
Then you enjoy fucking a cheerleader who was so intelligent to offer herself to you on the first day. As her dry cunt slowly gets wetter and her manicured fingernails dig into the rough fabric of the mat, you forget your plans of conquest and revenge and just enjoy fucking a pretty girl who might even enjoy being your slave at some point. From now on you won’t make any more compromises.
“What are you?” you ask, panting as the first drops of girl juice run down Ashley’s thighs.
“Your good little girl Sir,” the cheerleader gasps and your hand lands loudly on her butt. “Yes!” she exclaims. “Thanks Sir. One more, please!” You’re only too happy to follow her and roughly pound your horny little piece of meat while her screams echo through the empty gym.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” you gasp a short time later. You really need to work on your control. But then not. Nobody will criticize you and Ashley knows what is expected of her.
“Oh God yes Sir,” she shrieks, throwing her sweaty body towards yours. “Cum on my ass Sir!” Please! I want to feel you on me!” You pound into her faster and faster and the slapping of your bodies can be heard loudly. “Mark me Sir!” she yells. “Mark me as your propriety! I’m yours, Sir!” That makes you come.
You ram yourself deep into her one last time, then you pull out of her, jerk your cock a few more times, then shoot your cum onto her pure skin. Ashley pants deeply and horny, tensing her muscles and thanking you again and again as you spread your load over her backside.
“Thank you Sir” she finally says and sits up with your juice running between her round, firm ass cheeks.
“You could really be my queen,” you mutter, wiping the sweat off your forehead as the girl turns to you. She looks relieved. “No one else would be so bold as to boss me around the first time I fucked them.” Her face froze.
“I didn’t mean to… Sir…”
“Cum on me?” you ask when you realize she doesn’t understand.
“Oh!” she exclaims, changing her manner. That’s why you consider her a queen. She adapts to you. Then her expression becomes seductive. “I’m not on the pill yet Sir,” she says. “My father, you understand?” Then she kisses you on your sweaty cheek. “You can cum inside me whenever you want Sir. You can do everything with me of course. I only thought you might decide about children on your own Sir.”
“Buy the pill you stupid bitch” you growl, then giggle. What would your father say to an heir who could succeed you? Ashley sure has good genes.
“Yes, Sir. Can I?” The girl helps you get dressed, then she stands naked in front of you, a questioning look on her forehead.
“Would you come to school at my side like this?” you ask. “My cum on your body, naked and used?”
“Yes Sir,” she says immediately, confirming your suspicions. She’s a slut as I like.
“It’s my turn,” Megan says in your ear. “There is already information about her in the dossier.” You ignore your AI for now.
“Get dressed,” you then say. “It’s time we introduced the school to the newest and biggest power couple.” Ashley beams with joy and follows your orders. As you watch her put on and put away the sweaty mat, you wonder how far her loyalty extends, as she will soon discover what you plan to do with the school – and then the entire island.
Writing Shark 