Ms. Nice Girl

Ms. Nice Girl

Violet hurled through the 400 wing in lightening speed, her bag swinging close behind her. She felt her glasses slipping gradually from the bridge of her nose but the slightest movement and everything she was holding would come crashing down. And the last thing she needed was to be late an extra five minutes. So, she let her glasses slip until they stopped awkwardly onto the bottom of her nose. She tightened the grip on her bag and clung onto her books resting between her left arm and breast.

It\'s only five minutes, she reminded herself. What would five minutes do? The teacher would hardly notice I was late. I mean, it isn\'t like he has noticed me thus far. No one seems to know I exist.

Before Violet had time to reach for the door to the classroom, she was hurled head first to the hallway floor and landed violently on her stomach. The fall had thrown her glasses nearly three feet in front of her and she found it hard to make out the blurry figure standing before her. But seeing was the least of her worries. She was more concerned about the burning sensation coming from her abdomen and bottom of her chin. She fingered through the hallways floor in search of her glasses but instead made contact with a pair of size eleven Jordan\'s. Violet curled back her fingers and tried to slide her body backwards. She did not need her glasses to figure out who the blurry figure was before her. Fear escaped her lips and her mind went frantic.

\"Violet, what are you doing on the floor?\" the voice asked in a harsh husky voice.

Violet did not say a word but she heard herself release a whimper and wished she was stronger. She finally found the courage to sit up straight despite the fact that her belly ached. Despair filled her senses after realizing that without her sight, she would stand even more powerless against her foe. So, she continued to slide her body backwards until she collided with the lockers. With her fingers, she clawed the floor in a panic for her glasses but was alarmed to realize she could not find them.

\"Looking for this?\" the figure asked, now kneeling before her and swinging a black object before her blurry vision. Violet reasoned it was her glasses and reached for them but only caught air.

\"Uh uh, little Violet, what do you say?\" he asked.

Violet felt her eyes burning but she refused to cry again in front of him as she always seemed to do. It was not fair, she screamed inside. Violet was timid, quiet, and a pushover. She hardly ever spoke unless spoken to and her weekends consisted of her in her room reading and doing homework.

She hardly ever combed her long brown hair which had potential to look really good if she just applied some conditioner and little effort every once and a while. But because her father had raised her on his own after her mother died, he hardly knew anything about what teenage girl should be dressing like. So, Violet was raised on football and TV dinners. As she grew older, she rather liked the company of no one but herself so she began to close herself off from the world as best she could.

During these pinnacle years of female prepubescent, she was alone, in her room, reading about the mating practices of the preying mantis. The book had excited her and she soon found favor in the femme fatal but could hardly begin to be one. She was just too shy but had always dreamed about being a force to be reckoned with.

It was when she entered high school that her nightmare had begun. Since she hardly looked anything but a complete dork, she was picked on incessantly. The popular girls picked on her because her clothes never matched, her hair was unkempt, and her glasses covered half her face.

Although the boys never gave her much attention, there was one boy that always seemed to get pleasure from seeing her cry. Trey was a piece of work. The moment he laid eyes on Violet, he knew he could use her dorkiness to his advantage. She was quiet and too shy to speak. She would not need words for the things he had planned for her. Trey also saw something attractive in Violet that everyone else overlooked. He had a couple classes with her when they were freshmen and found himself being drawn to her. He watched her in a trance as she would every so often tilt her glasses upward when they slid slightly from the bridge of her nose. In time, he found this kind of hot and wondered what the hell was happening to him.

He had followed her home a couple times, curious about her life and how she lived. His observations drew him to her even more and before long he found himself wanting her despite the fact that no one else would look at her twice. So, he decided to take an initiative and see what would happen if he made his fantasies into a reality.

Violet looked at Trey in confusion. She did not understand why he insisted on continuing to torment her. For a year he had picked on her, thrown things at her when she wasn\'t looking, covered her locker in paint so that for the whole day, her hands, clothes, and books were covered in red paint. She did not understand what she had done to him to make him hate her so much. She wish she knew so she could apologize and get on with her life the way she liked it--quiet and unheard.

\"Please, give me back my glasses,\" she squeaked.

Trey looked down at her as she sat there vulnerable and frightened. He looked down at her scraped knees and the slit that had formed on the hem of her skirt. It made him hot. He wanted to rip her clothes off right then and there restrained the burning sensation in his lower region.

Violet continued to reach for her glasses but came up empty handed. Trey enjoyed the torment she was in and decided that there was no harm in a little fun before class. Her placed her glasses in his back pocket and then pulled on her arms to lift her up from the floor. She struggled a little but finally was on her feet.

\"I really can\'t see,\" she said feeling paralyzed.

\"I know, that\'s how I want it.\"

\"Excuse me,\" Violet whimpered. Trey reached for her hand and led her to the boys bathroom. She followed him reluctantly.

\"Where are you taking me?\" she asked, taking short steps in fear of toppling over again.

\"Just shut-up Violet,\" he demanded as she looked into every stall for people. When he finally made sure no one was inside, he pushed her inside a stall and watched as she began to cry.

\"I don\'t understand...\" she managed to say between sobs.

\"Just relax and open your mouth.\"

\"I just wanted my glasses...\"

Violet heard Trey unzip his pants and she sat on the toilet in fear, wondering what he was doing.

\"Now Violet, I am going to walk you through this, okay?

\"Through, what?\" she asked. Trey placed a hand behind her head and forced her forward. She resisted with all she had and Trey grew furious.

\"If you don\'t do that Violet, you won\'t ever get to class. I\'ll keep you hear all day if you don\'t do this. Don\'t force me to hurt you. I don\'t want to hurt you.\"

Violet let a tear slide and reluctantly forced her head forward. She was scared and willing to do whatever it took to get away from him.

\"That\'s it, just lick the tip, slowly...and with one of your hands just massage my balls a little. That\'s it.\"

Violet did as he asked, licking the tip of his dick and playing with his balls. It helped that she didn\'t have her glasses. She was afraid to see his face. Seeing would make this a reality.

Violet had seen a porn before when she accidently walked into his room. She followed what the woman did on the video and it appears as if Trey was enjoying it. She slowly opened her mouth wider and pushed his dick deeper into her mouth. She swirled her hot tongue around his thick shaft and began to pump it in and out of her mouth in a slow steady pace. Trey began to moan slightly and Violet took that as a indication to keep on going but at a faster rate.

Trey\'s moans grew louder and he finally spilled his hot salty seed in her mouth. Violet gagged on it and withdrew her mouth from his dick. He clenched his fists and let out a breath. He laughed and began to dress up again. Violet sat up but was forced back down again.

\"Where are you going?\" Trey whispered in her ear.

\"You said that if I did that, you would let me go. PLease...give me my glasses...\" she struggled to say.

Trey smiled and began to kiss her on her neck. Violet tried to free herself from his hold but his grip on her shoulder and hands were overpowering. He twirled their bodies around and she was pressed against the stall door violently. She opened her mouth to scream but he raised his face to whisper in her ear, \"You scream and I\'ll go after your father...\" he threatened.

Violet\'s eyes went wild and she cried in fear.

He continued to kiss her neck and finally made his way to her shirt, which he, in one quick motion, hurled over her head and it rested on her arms so that it posed as a makeshift bind. Her arms over her head, he continued to kiss between her breast and finally unhooked her bra so that her breasts hung freely for him to suck on. He used one hand to kneed one her breasts while he sucked on the other. Violet had wanted to moan but was in too much fear to react from what was happening to her. He sucked on her breasts for what seemed like forever before he finally made his way to her skirt. He pulled down her skirt and stared at her panties for a while before slipping those down along with her skirt as well.

\"I see you\'re wet...I knew this would turn you on. You\'re such a dirty little skank.\"

He lifted her legs up so that he could see her pussy better and slowly began to lick at it starting from her anus until he reached her clit. He did these motions a couple times, stopping at times at her clit to nibble at it. Violet escaped a moan and began to pant heavily. She had never felt so good in her life. She wanted to explode. He continued to nibble on her lit and used his thumbs which he had hooked under her thighs to further separate her legs. He inserted his tongue inside her back and forth in quick thrusts and then kissed at her folds.

Violet moaned again Trey felt himself grow hot from the sounds of her sighs. It was then that the door opened and voices began to overpower Violet\'s moans from within the stall as she began to cum with fervor.

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