Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Not Like Other Girls (Original)

Commission

Themes: Mind Control, Rough Sex, Master/Slave

Summary: In which a buxom blonde has been trying to convince her crush to make a move for AGES. Until one day, he asks to take her picture for some reason...

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SLAM!
 
“Sup loser, happy birthday.”
 
She doesn’t even give him a chance to register her presence before she’s in his face. Approaching from his blind spot behind his open locker door, she waits until he’s pulled back and then slams it shut right in front of him, smirking as he damn near jumps a foot into the air in fright. Wide eyes behind large glasses look at her then, a blush immediately spreading across a pale, drawn face.
 
“S-Sara…”
 
Giggling rather snidely, the blonde in front of him reaches out and taps his chest.
 
“What? Wondering why I know it’s your birthday, Kenta? Hah! All the better to torment you, of course!”
 
Some of the people around them do pause for a moment and glance their way, but ultimately they just as quickly turn their gazes in another direction and hurry away from the altercation. After all, by now its old hat, seeing the only foreigner in the school interacting with her prey of choice.

Sara Whitechurch, in almost any other situation, would probably have been the Queen Bee of the school. She was a big-breasted blonde with a body to die for and a cute face. She was also the daughter of the American Ambassador to all of Japan, making her sort of a big deal, even if she was a foreigner. She could have, if she so chose, leveraged her traits of ‘exotic foreigner’ to her advantage and ruled the school, if she truly wanted to.
 
But that was just it. The pigtailed blonde didn’t seem to want that. Instead, all anyone ever saw Sara doing was picking on and teasing her neighbor, the unfortunate nerdy Kenta Takahashi. Kenta’s role as School Pariah probably wouldn’t have been nearly as set in stone as it was if not for Sara. Unfortunately, they’d been neighbors since they were kids, and Sara had set her eyes on Kenta quite early. Knowledge of her torment of the young man was so legendary and widespread that even Kenta’s fellow NEETS and nerds wanted nothing to do with him, lest close proximity to the boy draw the ire of his bully.
 
All of this was to say, when Sara confronts Kenta that morning, everyone who sees what’s going on is quick to avert their gaze and continue on with their days, none even stepping up to lift a finger to help the poor boy escape his tormentor. Meanwhile, Kenta himself shrinks back from Sara’s chest-poking, looking withdrawn and pale… and also more than a little tired.
 
Tilting her head to the side, Sara’s mocking grin doesn’t change one bit, even as she takes in his appearance.
 
“Oh jeez, you stayed up way too late again working on that app of yours, didn’t you? Honestly, it’s no fun fucking with you when you’re too tired to react, Kenta! You’re such a nerd anyways, I bet you aren’t anywhere near done with it!”
 
Sara’s words might have sounded cruel, and certainly if you’d asked ANYONE else what her and Kenta’s relationship was like, they would have made it clear that the foreigner was Kenta’s bully, and Kenta was her poor bullying victim. Even Kenta himself, if pressed hard enough, would have admitted as much under duress. However, Sara’s own thoughts were a little different.
 
I can’t believe he’s never figured out that I’m into him! Even after all this time! Ugh, seriously Kenta, get a damn clue! You’re just as dense as all of your country’s anime says boys will be! All I want is for you to pay attention to me instead of your stupid phone app! The only saving grace is that your appearance seems to scare off the other girls. Which means I get you all to myself!
 
Yep, through some twist of fate… Sara Whitechurch believed that what she and Kenta were doing was some version of courting. The busty blonde had latched onto Kenta so long ago not because she wanted to bully and torment him into an early grave, but because she had a CRUSH on him. Unfortunately, growing up as a foreigner in a country like Japan had not exactly done wonders for helping Sara to develop into a well-adjusted, healthy, and altogether sane individual.
 
As far as she was concerned, she was doing everything in her power to make sure Kenta knew she was interested in him. It wasn’t her fault he just didn’t seem to get it!
 
Though… at hearing her mention his phone app, Kenta does perk up. Suddenly, he’s fumbling for his pocket, reaching to pull out his phone.
 
“A-Actually… it is done!”
 
Then, he freezes up and looks at her in fear, before gathering the tattered, shattered remains of his pride to himself so he can ask a simple, innocuous question.
 
“Could… could I take a p-picture of you?”
 
Of course, it was only an innocuous question when you weren’t posing it to your bully while you yourself were a nerdy loser who had no friends. By all rights, Sara should have just laughed him off or even bullied him harder. Instead, the blonde freezes up, eyes going wide for a moment in shock.
 
“Wha-?! You… wait, you want to take a picture of me? Well… sure. Yeah. You can do that.”
 
Of course, even if she LOOKS like a classic American Bimbo, Sara is far from stupid. It just sometimes takes her a little longer to connect the dots. She does so as Kenta is happily lifting his phone, causing her to pout mightily and blow out her cheeks as she growls at him.
 
“Wait! This is for your stupid app thing, isn’t it?!”
 
Kenta, conditioned to freeze up and make himself look small in the face of a predator, goes wide-eyed and still as he slowly nods. For a moment, Sara just scowls angrily before finally letting out a sigh and crossing her arms under her massive chest, looking off to the side.
 
“Ugh! FINE! But only because it’s your birthday, d-damn it!”
 
Internally, Sara is understandably upset.
 
For a second there, I really thought he wanted to take a picture of me for himself! He really had to go and get my hopes up like that! Damn you Kenta, you sure do know how to make a girl’s heart thud in her chest! Just when are you going to notice me for me and start acknowledging my love for you?!
 
CLICK! FLASH!
 
“Wha…”
 
All of the sudden, Sara goes slack jawed, her arms uncrossing from under her chest and swaying from side to side. Kenta stares at her for a second, and then at his phone, an expression of glee spreading across the normally reserved boy’s face as he hastily begins to tap at his phone app’s interface. By all rights, such an expression had never appeared on Kenta’s face before…
 
But Sara was in no position to call him out on it, nor to call him out for ignoring her for the sake of his phone. Her mouth wasn’t responding to her commands anymore, and neither was her body. In fact… she was beginning to feel rather hot d-down there, in the place that she touched every night while imagining having Kenta inside of her.
 
What… what was that? Why am I feeling so randy? Ooooh, I don’t normally get like this so early in the m-morning. Sure, I’ve had to rub one out once or twice in the girls’ bathroom near the end of the school day, but this is r-ridiculous! F-Fuck… I want to kiss Kenta. I want to kiss him so bad! If he doesn’t wise up and get a clue soon, m-maybe I should just step in and say something!
 
“Sara…?”
 
Hearing her name from Kenta’s lips is all the trigger that Sara needs. The blonde all but lurches forward, wrapping her arms around the young man’s neck and planting a wet, sloppy kiss right on his lips then and there. Behind his glasses, Kenta’s eyes go wide as he finds himself making out with his bully… or rather, being made out with, seeing as Sara is taking the reins and going full steam ahead.
 
When they pull apart for air after a second longer, Sara lets out a breathy little giggle and toys with the collar of her school shirt, which barely contains her massive mammaries even now.
 
“You know, Kenta… since it’s your birthday and all, I’m going to give you a little present~”
 
Blinking owlishly, staring at her with his freshly kissed mouth still agape, Kenta looks at his phone for a moment before looking back at her.
 
“Y-Yeah?”
 
Giggling some more, Sara nods… and pulls Kenta in close.
 
“For the rest of today… I’ll be your girlfriend, ‘kay? And we can do whatever you want together~ How does that sound, hmmm?”
 
Kenta’s eyes are wide and he’s nodding rapidly as a big beaming grin spreads across his face.
 
“That… that sounds great! P-Perfect, even!”
 
Smirking, Sara pulls back again… and after checking to make sure no one is nearby at this point, she finally tugs down one side of her top, letting one of her huge American tits bounce free right in Kenta’s face. He goes slack jawed at the sight, absolutely amazed that she would be willing to expose herself to him like that.
 
“Just in case you needed any further persuading… tee-hee~”
 
As quickly as she exposes herself, she fixes her top, pulling her massive mammary back into her schoolgirl uniform before anyone can see. Then, she gives Kenta a slow wink and a lick of her lips in anticipation of what’s to come.
 
“I’ll see you on the roof at lunch time, alright boyfriend? We can have some fun up there for sure~”
 
The young man nods some more… just in time for the final bell to go off. This sees Kenta sprinting away from her, rushing off to class so he won’t miss it. Sara watches him go for a moment, seductive and sultry grin still on her face as she finds herself licking one of her fingers in anticipation of what’s to come. Internally, meanwhile…
 
H-Holy shit, holy shit, HOLY SHIT! I can’t believe that just happened! What came over me?! I just… I just kissed Kenta! I flashed Kenta! I even told him he was my b-boyfriend! This… this is the best day EVER! I can’t believe I spent all of this time waiting for him to make the first move. I should have done this AGES ago! Still, where did all of that confidence suddenly come from? It was like he awakened something inside of me, something even I didn’t know existed…
 
Either way, one thing was for sure… Sara couldn’t wait for lunchtime.
 
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It turned out that was a bit of an understatement. By the point lunchtime rolled around, Sara had had to excuse herself to the bathroom three different times! She couldn’t seem to control herself. Just the thought of Kenta was enough to drive her wild and see her needing a bathroom break where she could jill off and cool her raging ardor for a bit. Key part of that sentence being ‘for a bit’.
 
Ultimately, it felt like she was in heat or something! Not that human women actually went into heat, but that’s sure what it felt like! She was going absolutely wild by the time she made her way up to the roof, and in fact, she could barely climb a stair without having to cling to the railing and stop to touch herself. She still ended up making it to the roof of the school before Kenta did though, having rushed there the MOMENT that the bell rang.
 
Moaning up a storm, Sara has given up all pretense at this point. Her hands are roaming over her body, her blouse unbuttoned and pulled open, her bra yanked down from her tits, and her skirt hiked up so she can stuff a few fingers past her panties and into her cunt.
 
If Kenta doesn’t show up soon, I-I don’t know what I’ll do! I won’t be able to hold back though! I’ll have to go h-hunt him down and… and have my way with him, no matter who the witnesses are! Oooh, I’d be ruined… my daddy would be sooo mad. But I don’t care! I want him! I need him! I-!
 
“Sara?!”
 
Jolted from her inner monologue, Sara shoots up, eyes wide and pupils shaped like hearts as she beholds Kenta in all of his nerdy glory.
 
“Kenta! You’re here!”
 
He looks at her disheveled appearance, and then at his phone strangely enough. Giggling, Sara all but bounces over to him.
 
“Don’t pay so much attention to that silly inanimate object when your girlfriend is right in front of you, tee-hee! Let me make you feel really good, Kenta! It is your birthday after all!”
 
She was saying all of the things she’d never been able to work up the courage to say before. Even if it sort of felt like an out of body experience for Sara, she was too over the moon with happiness to care. This was everything she could have possibly wanted.
 
“… Yeah? And how are you going to do that, Sara?”
 
Without missing a beat, her body drops to its knees completely of its own volition. Sara isn’t in control right now. It really is like she’s been trapped in her own body, as though she’s become like an animal and her intelligent mind has been shunted to the side by her animalistic instincts! And frankly… she loves it!
 
“I’ll show you with my mouth, silly!”
 
Even Sara doesn’t fully understand what that means… until her own hands reach for Kenta’s pants and deftly unbuckle his belt, pulling down his trousers and boxers. Kenta’s cock flops out onto her face, making the pigtailed blonde coo as she nuzzles against it happily.
 
I never thought I’d get this chance! To think, all I needed to do was take the initiative and I would get to be doing things like t-this with Kenta!
 
Reaching up, Sara’s hands latch onto Kenta’s shaft with a confidence that Sara herself can’t begin to explain the origin of. Sure, she was a gorgeous femme fatale, an American foreigner who tended to speak her mind and act how she wanted. But that was all just a cover! In truth, she’d never in a million years thought she could ever actually act on her feelings without Kenta making the first move. And yet, now here she was, doing precisely that!
 
“H-Holy shit, Sara…”
 
Kenta stares down at her with wide eyes, even as Sara giggles… and plants her lips on his cock tip, giving it a lover’s kiss. Her tongue swirls out of her mouth, swishing too and fro as she positively makes out with his dick. It’s like she’s making out with Kenta himself, but in a FAR lewder fashion. It’s actually quite embarrassing for Sara, but luckily whatever animalistic part of herself has taken over isn’t remotely ashamed of what she’s doing.
 
Moaning up a storm, Sara slobbers all over Kenta’s knob, until finally she pulls back and gives him a bright, messy smile.
 
“Do you see these pigtails, Kenta? I bet you wonder why I have them~”
 
Kenta, wide-eyed, slowly nods, prompting her to giggle some more and answer.
 
“Because I want you to tug on them, silly! I want you to use them as reins and face fuck me to your heart’s content with your big… juicy… cock! Do you think you can do that Ken-ta~”
 
Elongating his name in a sing-song voice definitely seems to do the trick, even as Kenta nods rapidly and grabs her by her pigtails, yanking her down his cock right there on the spot. Sara gurgles and gags on his solid piece of man meat, choking on his dick right off the bat, but internally… internally she couldn’t be happier.
 
I’ve always wanted to say that to him! Maybe not precisely that, but it’s true! I did my hair up in this hairstyle specifically because I wanted Kenta to try pulling on my pigtails! He just never did! It wasn’t fair! But now… now it’s perfect!
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
Drool, slobber, and saliva go every which way as Kenta really starts getting into it. The nerdy young man isn’t blessed with a MASSIVE cock or anything like that, but he is fairly well off. Definitely above average for Japan, and maybe even above average for America. In the end though, Sara doesn’t matter. Size doesn’t mean anything to her. It was always Kenta himself that she cared about, and servicing his pecker is just her way of showing it!
 
“Ooooh… Sara~”
 
Luckily, judging by his happy groaning, Kenta is massively enjoying her mouth and throat wrapped around his dick. Which is good, because Sara’s vision is starting to get a little spotty. She’s not quite getting the air she needs… but she can’t really bring herself to care all that much. It’s not like the intelligent part of her brain is in control right now anyways. The side of her that’s acting like a bitch in heat has taken control, and all Sara can do is go along for the ride!
 
Ken… ta… i-if this is how I go… then so be it. At least… at least I’ll die doing what I love…
 
Her eyes begin to flutter, rolling back in her head not just from pleasure, but also from a severe lack of oxygen. Her choking becomes more frantic, but Sara makes no move to defend herself or pull back. She can’t. She won’t go back to a world where she doesn’t belong to Kenta, where they aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. She wouldn’t try and stop him, even if she could.
 
Luckily for her, Kenta realizes what’s going on before it’s too late.
 
“Sara… Sara?!”
 
Yanking her back off of his cock by the same pigtails he’d been using to rail her throat, Kenta looks down at her with some concern as the buxom, beautiful blonde sways back and forth for a few moments and recovers. Then, she looks up at him and smiles brightly, giggling through the utter mess he’s made of her face.
 
“That was fun, Kenta! Let’s do it again!”
 
He hesitates for a moment, before glancing at his watch. Then, he shakes his head.
 
“No… we don’t have enough time for that. I want… I want to fuck you before lunch is over.”
 
“Okay! How do you want to pound your slutty onahole girlfriend silly, Kenta?”
 
Internally, Sara is swooning.
 
He wants to have sex with me! Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes! Please Kenta, please fuck me! Take my virginity! Make me your woman! This truly is the greatest day of my life!
 
“I want… I want you up against the fence. I want to p-pound you into it, Sara… you filthy onahole slut…”
 
Giggling, Sara hops back up to her feet, her naked breasts bouncing all over the place as she grabs Kenta by the hand and leads him over to the fence. Much like most buildings in Japan, the roof of their school was surrounded by a chain-link fence to avoid anyone jumping off. Of course, it also made for the PERFECT place for Kenta to push Sara into so he could fuck her from behind.
 
Sara does most of the initial pushing though, going up to the chain-link fence and nuzzling into it. She moans as her massive mammaries end up squished against the chain-links, her face as well. Then, she reaches back and pulls her panties down to her knees, flipping up her skirt and thrusting out her ass to show Kenta her big fat bottom and her juicy pussy lips nestled between her thighs.
 
“Here you go, Kenta! Take me! Fuck my ass or my pussy, it doesn’t matter! Both belong to you now that you’re my boyfriend, tee-hee!”
 
Internally, Sara feels the first bit of panic. Bitch-in-Heat-Sara had officially gone a step too far for her to be comfortable with!
 
Her ass?! That was definitely NOT up for grabs! Kenta! Don’t you dare fuck me in the a-ass! That’s unsanitary! And also I’ve never had anything up there before! Please, don’t listen to me! Just fuck my pussy, oh god!
 
Thankfully, Kenta looks as disturbed as Sara feels as he steps up into place behind her, shaking his head after a moment of staring at her ass speculatively.
 
“Uh… maybe later. For now… for now I just want your pussy…”
 
“Okay! Go ahead, Kenta! Take your girlfriend’s virginity right here on this rooftop for all to see!”
 
Indeed, Sara was technically visible from where she was if anyone bothered to look up. But no one had, of course. Kenta, meanwhile, pauses for a moment in shock.
 
“Wait… y-you’re still a virgin? How?!”
 
Internally, Sara does the metaphysical equivalent of blushing, already knowing what her more… outgoing self was about to say. Whatever part of her was in control wouldn’t h-hold back, would it? No matter how embarrassing the truth was…
 
“Of course, Kenta! I’ve been saving myself for you all along! Go on! Fuck me! Make me your woman!”
 
Kenta hesitates for one last moment before letting out an amused, disbelieving scoff. Then, he grabs Sara properly by her hips and punches into her, filling her cunt with his cock and indeed taking her virginity in the process.
 
“Holy shit, you weren’t lying.”
 
Of course she wasn’t! But that’s not what comes out of Sara’s mouth at that point in time. What comes out is a wanton moan and a quiver as she almost immediately orgasms all over Kenta’s cock, her pussy walls tightening and flexing around his length.
 
“Moooore, Kenta! Fuck me more! Pound me harder! Use me like the slutty onahole I am~”
 
Luckily, Kenta didn’t need to be told twice. He growls and begins to savagely slam into her from behind. It’s everything Sara never truly knew she wanted. Oh sure, she wanted to have a relationship with him. She wanted him to be her boyfriend and she wanted to be his girlfriend. All this time, she’d been desperate to somehow get him to finally make a move on her… and now it was finally happening! Even still, this was never how Sara had imagined it going. But all in all… the buxom blonde wasn’t complaining!
 
Yes! Harder! Don’t stop fucking me, Kenta! Nnngh, I don’t know what’s come over me or you, but I don’t want it to stop! Your dick feels so good inside of me!
 
Soon enough, Sara’s eyes are rolling back in her head and her tongue is lolling out, swiping against the chain link fence and coming away with an altogether metallic taste. At the same time, Kenta’s forceful thrusts are driving her naked tits further into the fence, causing some small amount of discomfort as her tits are ground against the chain-links. But even still, it’s not enough to overcome the overwhelming pleasure she’s experiencing.
 
Ever since earlier at his locker, Sara has felt an all-encompassing heat building inside of her. Her arousal and ecstasy have been off the charts, but using her fingers on herself in the bathroom hadn’t been nearly enough. She’d needed more… she’d needed THIS.
 
Kenta felt so good inside of her that Sara couldn’t get enough of it. Both the Bitch in Heat version of herself and Sara’s true self were perfectly aligned in this moment… she desperately wanted this to continue for an eternity.
 
But alas, all good things come to an end. Kenta was already primed to explode from the face fucking they’d started off with, and after what felt like both an eternity and not long enough at all, Kenta lets out a loud groan… and proceeds to spill his seed inside of her. He cums and cums what feels like buckets, pumping a hot, thick load right into Sara’s womb.
 
It’s her first sexual experience, so it’s no surprise that she’s gone weak in the knees by the time he pulls out of her. Moaning and panting in equal measure, Sara sinks down to the ground, leaning against the chain link fence for support. That is, until Kenta grabs her by her pigtails again and turns her around, placing his cock in her face.
 
“Clean me.”
 
His order is followed unhesitatingly of course, even as internally Sara shivers at Kenta’s domineering tone. Where was this Kenta all these years? Why had it taken so long for him to come out of his shell? Was it really all just her fault? If she’d simply made a move earlier, would he have taken charge years ago?!
 
Looking down at her, his glasses flashing, Kenta frowns for a moment before pulling her mouth off of his cock with a pop.
 
“I suppose now that I own you, I really want to know… why were you always so cruel to me? Why did you bully ME and me alone for all these years?”
 
Bullying? Cruelty?! What was Kenta talking about? I didn’t do any of that!
 
Except, that’s not the answer that comes out of Sara’s mouth. That’s not the answer that her other self gives at all.
 
“Because I liked you Kenta, and I didn’t know how to express my feelings. I’m so glad that you decided to use your app to mind control me, because truth be told, my inner self has wanted to be your woman for a long, long time! It was only after you took my picture that I was able to take control and give her what she truly wanted… you!”
 
Wait, what?
 
Kenta’s eyes have gone bug-wide behind his glasses as he looks from his phone to her in disbelief.
 
“Wait… what?!”

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