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Senior Year Pet - Chapter 1 free porn video
This is a story of how I used the second half of my senior year to turn a girl I couldn’t stand into my personal completely obedient fuck toy, and got rich doing it.
That girl, Sarah had always been a person I found to be extremely annoying, but interaction with her was inevitable as her locker was beside mine for all of high school, and consistently I was lucky enough to share classes with her. Sufficient to say I was extremely tired of her by second semester in senior year.
Best described as a generally attractive and popular girl with mediocre intelligence, I had never met anyone who thought so highly of themselves. If I had to guess her measurements I’d say she‘s was a 30C. At 5’5” and 135lbs soaking wet that made her more than busty enough, though most importantly she has a fantastic butt and a toned core from years of volleyball. Her hair was nice silky shoulder length, light brown hair with natural blond highlights in it.
Unfortunately, for every bit she attractive she is, she is more than equally annoying. A person who wears on you fast due to her annoying habit of competing in class - a high B student who works for every percent she gets. She talks non-stop, and can’t help but brag about herself in every conversation.
I suppose I should describe myself a little too - in many ways I was the opposite of Sarah. While also fairly popular (though our friend groups in our large high school don’t mingle much) my biggest strength is academic. I play on the school’s baseball and hockey teams, but most people knew me as the kid who slept in class and pulls straight A’s. I’m 5’11” and 170lbs, I resent the fact that I ended up just short of 6’.
Starting my final semester I had received early acceptance during the Christmas break to all of my ***********ed colleges and only had to hold a 75 average to maintain my status - meaning I needed a 60 average in this semester. Of course, my limited interest in school was diminished even more with the knowledge of how unimportant this last semester really was to me. So it was just my luck that I’d end up in yet another class with Sarah to end my time at our school - Economics in final period. We were only on Wednesday of week two classed when Sarah sat down beside me to start the period and our story truly began.
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Sitting in class waiting for the period to begin Sarah walks through the door and straight to the desk beside mine. “Hi Andrew” she says, trying to strike up a conversation as she sits down.
Uninterested I simply nod my head upwards in her direction. “Are you going to the party this Friday?” She asks, either indifferent or oblivious to my disinterest in having a conversation with her.
Rolling my eyes with my head down I nonetheless respond “Of course, when was the last major party I missed.”
Perhaps sensing my mood she stays quite for a minute or two before asking “are you ready for the quiz tomorrow? I think it’s going to be a ton of graphing.”
I have to suppress my initial reaction to laugh when I hear her, of course entry level supply and demand would be a lot of graphing... especially when half the class was idiots like her who couldn’t do the calculus behind the theory to save their life. Swallowing my desire to give her a snarky retort I turn to her and simply replied “Always. It’s not difficult stuff.”
Clearly annoyed by my still flippant response she quickly shoots back “it’s harder than you think. I bet I do better than you do though”.
Smiling I turn to her and say “Will you stop saying silly things. You’ve been saying that for years now and you never have.”
Getting more animated she retorts quickly “Make a bet then smartass. If I win, you do my assignments for the semester. You can choose my punishment if I lose.”
About to reflexively shoot her down I quickly realize my opportunity and respond “Fine. But if I win, you have to be my personal slave, doing whatever I say, until you do beat me on a quiz.”
Without thinking of the repercussions, no doubt overly confident she’ll win, she quickly stucks out her hand as the teacher walks in and says “Deal. Shake on it.” Grabbing her hand I shook it and smiled. I guess I’ll be studying for tomorrow after all I thought. Better safe than sorry.
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The next afternoon as I go to sit down for the quiz I make sure to sit in a desk beside someone, so Sarah can’t sit by me. I didn’t need to lose my chance because she was able to see an answer or two from me. Halfway through class I’d already finished the quiz, so I handed it in and went home to get ready for my victory. The look on Sarah’s face as I get up is truly priceless, a little nervous about our bet perhaps? I chuckle thinking about how much that would “help” her as she tried to finish. When I get home I do two things.
The first thing is to set up a set of high definition peep cams in the corners of my bedroom, I’d gotten them as a Christmas gift and was intending to install them in the girls change room at school. This was a far better use for them at present. The second thing is ordering an extra small French Maid costumer off of Amazon with 1 day shipping. Our economics teacher has a habit of marking quizzes within a day – my thinking being I best to be ready in case he did again. -->
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