Thread: Dominating the School (google-Dakest_fate)

The pussy he had ordered had even arrived in her school uniform, while Denzel would have hated to wear the fucking thing he had to admit that it tended to look good on the girls around him at the school. Some of then even went out of their way to alter the uniform in small but noticeable ways, blouses that fit better, skirts that were shorter with slightly higher hemlines, the occasional button that seemed to slip loose far more easily then would be normal. He might think that the stereotypical Catholic uniform might work out a little bit better but it was nice to see skirts just about every day, showing off legs and of course giving easier access to what he was always hungry for. Emma had been a fun first choice for him, he wouldn't have too much trouble taking just about whatever he wanted but Emma had seemed right for the choice in a way that he couldn't explain, a undeniable essence that was there. Denzel had learned to accept his instincts quite a long time ago and rather then do to much thinking he went with it... Emma was easier pray as she came to his home on the school orders and in his eyes she was just waiting for a reason to break out of the nerdy hipster look and really start enjoying herself. Her attitude might need a little adjusting but that would be half of the fun. As she walked in and told him that he needed to wear a shirt he only chuckled at her, pushing the door shut behind her and locking it swiftly, not exactly a bad part of town but it was of course only sensible and keep her from running to quickly should things not go how he would like. My place, if you want me to wear a shirt then you could ask me... He said with a small sneer on his face, if she thought she could boss him around in his own home then she really had a lesson coming for her. The apartment wasn't very big, two small bedrooms, one common room, and a kitchendining area... but for a single eighteen year old it was plenty big. The furniture in the apartment was a little slapdash though, most of it second hand but not all of it bought... some had merely been acquired like the flat screen TV on one wall and the leather recliner that was arranged before it. Next to that recliner though was an overstuffed sofa of a faded brown, clean but clearly old and well worn... the apartment had been furnished not to look good but instead be functional and comfortable. The rest was much the same as that common area, his bed was a nice foam mattress on an older wooden frame, the fridge was newer but it had come with the apartment while the tables and chairs were in a style that might have once been popular but were now outdated with black paint that had faded and chipped in some spots to reveal the bare metal. And I think I will just call you Emma. He said slowly, making his way to the kitchen area and the fridge in particular. He was aware of the other Emma in the school, didn't have any classes with her but had seen her from across the cafeteria on more then one occasion and had chosen to add her to the list of those he would be enjoying at the earliest possible time. Apparently she had been embraced more then Emma Stone had been but that hardly mattered at the moment, he could figure things out later on. You want something to drink? He asked as he pulled open the fridge and looked through it, some soda, beer, sports drinks, and water greeted him, variety being important when he was thirsty and while it was tempting to just grab himself a beer to fuck with Emma he instead grabbed two bottles of water, not paying any attention to what she might want but instead just getting the water. Both bottles in hand, still a little wet from the shower, the shorts he wore clinging to his wet body and leaving little to the imagination he made his way back towards Emma. So where do you want to start?