Cocktease Dominated

[Felix80]

Jack walked into the library with a purpose. He was looking for a girl he had never met. He had seen her around campus though. She was impossible to miss, a campus legend, the campus cocktease. She was incredibly beautiful, dressed in skimpy outfits and didn't date. Neither men nor women. There was a rumor that she, and the other girls she hung out with, all of whom were attractive and didn't date, were lesbians together and had 'mega-dyke fuck frenzies.'. That was a direct quote. But Jack had done his homework and knew that wasn't true. From the most reliable reports she was still a virgin. Most guys were too scared to talk to a woman that attractive.

She was attractive. She looked like a girl from one of those Japanese sex cartoons. Her breasts were exceedingly large and the rest of her was tiny, but proportional. Jack, and probably the rest of the campus, had recurring fantasies about titty fucking her and cumming all over her face. She had a beautiful face, great hair, and a good sense of style. She was amazing.

Jack didn't just want her, he wanted to turn her into his own personal sex toy. A living doll who would do whatever he wanted, wherever he told her to, whenever he asked. And he had a plan on how to do it.

Jack was there on a wrestling scholarship. He was built and cut, always on a diet and trying to make weight. He was a psych major with a sociology minor.

When he found her she was sitting in an open area with a bunch of tables. She was alone at her table but there were a number of people around. Perfect. Jack sat down next to her and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Jack. I'm doing a sociology experiment. Would you like to participate?"

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OOC: looking for a female co-author. Jack is going to use the social pressure of the situation to feel her up and bring her to orgasm. From there he will turn her into his own personal sex toy. Depending on how things go and how you feel about multiple roles, he may do the same thing to some of her friends.

PM if interested.

 

[nightblooming]

Jasmine walked across the quad to the library, the high heels on her knee high boots tapping on the sidewalk. Guys stared at her as she passed, and she smiled a quiet smile to herself. It was so easy to turn guys on, so fun, knowing they all wanted her. She was wearing thigh high fishnets under her boots, and a pleated skirt that just barely covered her big, round ass. There was a gap two delicious inches wide between the skirt and the tops of her stockings. There was a much wider gap between the waist of her skirt and the bottom of her t shirt. Her whole, flat tummy was bare, from her hips to her ribs, and the sheer pink shirt was knotted between her breasts. Every stitch of her black lace push up bra was plain to see through it, and the dark outline of her nipples was faintly visible.

Her black hair was worn in a ponytail at the top of her head, and she wore dark red lipstick that drew attention to her full, pouty lips, and heavy black eyeliner around her dark brown eyes. She went into the library, and paused in the lobby. She loved to tease, of course, but she had to keep her grades up, so she found a table away from the door where she wouldn't be disturbed. She took her statistics book out, and a yellow notepad and a pencil, and began to solve the equations.

It was difficult, and it took all her focus, so she hardly even noticed the man approaching her until he spoke.

"An experiment?" she said, and looked around. "Uh. Sure, I guess. Will it take long?"

 

[Felix80]

Jasmine was dressed like a stripper. Nobody wore thigh high boots in regular life, unless they were going fishing or cleaning out a sewer. And no one would be doing either of those things in such sexy boots. No, their only purpose was to show off her fantastic legs and draw attention to the top of her boots, making people focus on her crotch and ass. Then there was inches of fishnet that stopped short of her skirt. Fishnet was just there to draw more attention and the way she meticulously made sure there was a nice skin gap between her too short skirt and the top of her stockings would leave every guy woondering what, if anything, was under that skirt? Maybe leave a few girls wondering too.

Then there was her top. She was dressed, sure. Her tits were completely covered in fabric. Skin tight fabric. The shirt was tied up to expose her taut, flexible belly and stretch her t-shirt tight across her breasts. He thin bra kept her tits up high, but was so visible under the sheer t-shirt that she may as well have worn it outside her shirt. And it was thin, thin enough to let everyone see the outline of her nipples, even though they were far from being hard.

She was dressed to get men erect. It was working. Jack could feel the blood rushing from his blood to his penis. He needed to sit down before he made a tent out of his jeans.

"An experiment?" she said, and looked around. "Uh. Sure, I guess. Will it take long?"

Jack sat down next to her and put his book and notebook on the table. He pulled his smartphone out and put that down as well as a pen and a pencil. He turned to smile at her reassuringly.

"It should take about half an hour to an hour, but you can continue to do your homework the whole time."

Jack wondered briefly what affect he was having on her. He knew he was a good looking guy. Cropped black hair, sky blue eyes, and with almost zero percent body fat. He was a wrestler, in season, and he had to maintain weight. He wasn't hulking, like pro wrestlers, but he was bigger than average for his height, and it was all muscle. Jack was dressed in a simple green t-shirt, but it was tight on his frame, showcasing all the cracks and curves of his body. He wore loose fitting jeans, because he didn't want to put any tension on his over sized dick by wearing tight pants. It was already trying to make its presence known, but that would have to wait.

"All I need you to do is sit here and be quiet. I'm going to introduce stimuli and your goal is to ignore it and keep doing your homework. Simple, right? A smart girl like you shouldn't have any problem with that."

Jack turned from her, picked up his smart phone and brought up a timer app. He placed the timer on the table and then opened up his notebook, and put the pencil on top. He turned back to Jasmine and smiled again.

"So, what do you say? You ready to begin?"

 

[nightblooming]

Jasmine wore slightly disapproving expression on her face while he spoke, one eyebrow just slightly raised, lips pursed just a little. It was the face she wore when guys checked her out, which Jack was definitely doing. She had to give him credit for maintaining eye contact, mostly, and for not letting his brain short circuit the way most guys did when they thought they were going to get some pussy. He wasn't babbling at all.

A hint of a smile quirked her lip for a moment when he said she was a smart girl. The way she dressed, she had encountered pretty much every form of flattery, and how a guy tried to butter her up was always interesting. She agreed with his assessment. She was smart, but he had no way of knowing that. He probably thought (correctly) most guys would compliment her body or her face, or more specific parts, tits, ass, eyes, legs and lips were the top five. Her intelligence barely made the top twenty, but it made her think he might have a brain. A guy wouldn't think to flatter a girl for having a brain unless he thought brains were worth having.

It was nice to get attention from a guy who was both cute and (apparently) smart. He was cute. Dark hair, blue eyes, extremely fit, at least from what she could see. The baggy jeans left everything below the waist a mystery, but the way his chest and arms were was definitely interesting. He wore a t shirt, true, but he wasn't scruffy or dirty, he didn't have any stupid piercings or tattoos that she could see. Overall, she thought, very nice. A guy whose attention she could enjoy.

"So," she said, as he finished telling her about his experiment. "You pretty much want me to just sit here and do my work, and ignore you?"

She let her eyes flick over him quickly, and nodded her head one. She turned her eyes back to her book, but she couldn't resist giving one little poke before she went back to her equations. After all, the fun of teasing was only partly in making guys crazy with desire. It was also about letting the air out of their ridiculous egos a little.

"Shouldn't be hard."

 

[nightblooming]

Jasmine wore slightly disapproving expression on her face while he spoke, one eyebrow just slightly raised, lips pursed just a little. It was the face she wore when guys checked her out, which Jack was definitely doing. She had to give him credit for maintaining eye contact, mostly, and for not letting his brain short circuit the way most guys did when they thought they were going to get some pussy. He wasn't babbling at all.

A hint of a smile quirked her lip for a moment when he said she was a smart girl. The way she dressed, she had encountered pretty much every form of flattery, and how a guy tried to butter her up was always interesting. She agreed with his assessment. She was smart, but he had no way of knowing that. He probably thought (correctly) most guys would compliment her body or her face, or more specific parts, tits, ass, eyes, legs and lips were the top five. Her intelligence barely made the top twenty, but it made her think he might have a brain. A guy wouldn't think to flatter a girl for having a brain unless he thought brains were worth having.

It was nice to get attention from a guy who was both cute and (apparently) smart. He was cute. Dark hair, blue eyes, extremely fit, at least from what she could see. The baggy jeans left everything below the waist a mystery, but the way his chest and arms were was definitely interesting. He wore a t shirt, true, but he wasn't scruffy or dirty, he didn't have any stupid piercings or tattoos that she could see. Overall, she thought, very nice. A guy whose attention she could enjoy.

"So," she said, as he finished telling her about his experiment. "You pretty much want me to just sit here and do my work, and ignore you?"

She let her eyes flick over him quickly, and nodded her head one. She turned her eyes back to her book, but she couldn't resist giving one little poke before she went back to her equations. After all, the fun of teasing was only partly in making guys crazy with desire. It was also about letting the air out of their ridiculous egos a little.

"Shouldn't be hard."

 

[Felix80]

Jack smiled at her, keeping eye contact the whole time. Yes, he was interested in Jasmine physically. Yes, she was incredibly attractive. But no, he wasn't going to betray that emotion. He wanted her thinking this was purely clinical.

"Excellent. Just so you know, this is part of a larger national study. What we do today could help alot of people." That was a lie, but a well rehearsed one. "Remember, you are not to be shocked by anything I do, or any stimulus I give you. Just ignore it. Whatever I may do you just need to stay seated and quiet. This is important. It is for science."

Jack flashed her another reassuring smile and then turned away from her. He started the timer and opened his text book that he brought with him. He started reading and quickly got lost in the text. When he glanced over to the timer over six minutes had passed. He picked up the pencil, noted the time on the note pad, then slipped his other hand under the table and rested it on her closest knee.

There were people around. Instinct dictated not to make a scene. He pressured her with the importance of. Study that she shouldn't make a scene . Here was where theory became reality.

If he was right, Jack would have the hottest girl on Campus as his own private sex toy.

If he was wrong he was about to get slapped.

 

[nightblooming]

"Excellent. Just so you know, this is part of a larger national study. What we do today could help alot of people. Remember, you are not to be shocked by anything I do, or any stimulus I give you. Just ignore it. Whatever I may do you just need to stay seated and quiet. This is important. It is for science."

"OK," she said, nodding, bored disinterest written all over her face. She wasn't terribly interested. If it was for science, great. She understood what he wanted her to do and she had agreed already. She turned back to her book and tried to pick up the pieces of her train of thought. Math was not her strong suit. She frowned and jotted down a note about the equation she was trying to understand.

For a few minutes, nothing happened, and she mostly forgot about Jack. Then she felt a hand on her knee. She started to take a breath, her eyes flicked towards him, and then she stopped. She turned her eyes back to the paper, let her scathing remark die, unspoken.

Of course, she thought. Of course this whole scientific experiment was a bullshit line. She should cut him off and send him packing, before he started thinking she was OK with this. She wet her lips with her tongue, and stared intently at her book. She should get rid of him, but to do that, she'd be admitting that she had fallen for his BS. Or, she could ignore him. Beat him at his own game. Show him just exactly how little he affected her.

She nodded her head to herself, let out the breath she had been holding, and went back to her equations.

 

[Felix80]

She took a deep breath when his hand rested on her knee, but after she let it out, she seemed content to ignore him. His Science experiment line must be working. That and the societal pressure. They were surrounded by other students. Once Jack got far enough, past a certain point of no return, she wouldn't be able to stop him without causing a scene. No one ever wanted to cause a scene.

Jack went back to reading his textbook. he looked up from his book to note that two minutes and thirty seven seconds had past. That should be enough time. He made a note in his notebook and then his left hand began to rub her knee. Back and forth at first, but after thirty seconds he started to move forward and back from her thigh high boots to her fishnets. Jack only went so far, not coming to the end of the fishnets.

He waited, to gauge her reaction, continuing this for about thirty-forty more seconds before he was ready to move on. He moved his hand from the top of her leg to the inside of her thigh. He went from the edge of her boot, all the way to the edge of her panties, at first just rubbing her, but soon he was caraessing, massaging her thigh.

"Remember, this is for science. It is very important. Don't say a thing. Try to ignore what's going on. Imagine I'm not even here." His voice was low, low enough that Jasmine could hear him, but no one else could.

 

[nightblooming]

After the initial shock, Jasmine decided that she could ignore his hand. She looked at her paper, trying to remember what she had been about to do. Then his hand started moving, and she shivered. She clenched her teeth as his hand slid up her thigh. She shot a furious glance his way but she didn't move, didn't say anything. She tried to focus, but it was so hard. She was so aware of his hand on her.

What surprised her was how good it felt. For all that she dressed and looked the way that she did, she had never let a man touch her beyond a handshake. Anyone that tried for a hug, or a kiss, or anything was met with withering scorn and sarcasm. She stayed perfectly still as his hand began to move again, over the bare skin of her inner thigh. She dug her nails into her palm and held her breath, trying to hold back a moan of pleasure.

What saved her was his voice, blathering on about science. It was just annoying enough to let her regain some of her composure.

"It'll be easier to imagine you aren't here if you shut up," she murmured under her breath, too softly for anyone else to hear it. Her voice sounded hoarse, even in a whisper her arousal was unmistakable, and surely, she thought, with his fingers so close he could feel how hot her pussy was.

 

[Felix80]

Her body shivered. Her jaw clenched. Her breathing was ragged. Jasmine was aroused. How aroused? When Jack's hand left her stockings and touched her bare thigh he could feel the heat radiating out from her panties. The nearer he got, the hotter she got. It was like being next to a bonfire. He moved away, caressing her leg and came closer. She was hotter yet. He moved away, caressing and teasing her inner thigh and came back. Hotter still. Every thing he did made her hotter and hotter and hotter.

"It'll be easier to imagine you aren't here if you shut up," Jasmine said through ragged breath.

Jack raised an eyebrow. That was interesting. He was listening to her breathing. She sounded like she was already close to cumming. How was that possible? He was only playing with her thigh. That shouldn't have done it. Then again, maybe she was pent up. Aroused from years and years of teasing men and never getting a release. How amazing would it be to make her cum right here, in the middle of the library, where she couldn't cry out, couldn't make a sound without everyone staring at her.

Jack was studiously reading his text book. Anyone looking at them wouldn't be able to tell he was doing anything but studying. Even Jasmine must be wondering how he could be so calm while he was playing with her.

No, she didn't have to be wondering that. Jack wasn't psychic. He had no idea what was going on inside her head. Besides the pleasure. Maybe she was overcome by the pleasure.

Or maybe her ragged breathing was her trying to keep a lid on her anger. Maybe when he touched her panties she would haul off and smack him upside the head.

There was one way to find out. As he came close to her panties again he didn't stop. His hand moved to cover her panties, his fingers pressing against her slit through the thin fabric, his palm pressing down on her mons. Was she moist? Wet? Sopping?

"Spread your legs." Jack didn't ask. He commanded. He didn't look away from his book. He didn't gauge her reaction. He commanded and expected to be obeyed.