The Nerd Made Me Her Bitch

I watched in slow-motion horror. My voice was shouting, “NOOOOO!” The ball had bounced off my foot as I mucked around on the field outside my university with my football teammates.

My horror was on the ball as it looped in the air at speed and fell on Abigail Sullivan. She was quite possibly the smartest girl on campus. She was carrying what looked like a science experiment. I had no idea.

The ball could have landed anywhere. Either side of Abigail. In front of her, behind her, even on her head. No, it had to land on the science experiment she was carrying.

There was a loud crash. Abigail cried out in surprise. Everyone turned to look.

“I’m sorry!” I called out guiltily as I ran towards her. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” she replied testily. “But two months of work isn’t. Look at it! Look at what you’ve done!”

I looked dumbfounded

“I’m sorry,” I apologised again. “Can it be fixed? Tell me how I can make it up to you?”

“A meathead like you wouldn’t even know what it is,” Abigail told me irritably as I helped her off the floor and picked up the pieces of her experiment. “Well, if you want to make it up to me, you can pay for the parts you broke.”

“Anything!”

She looked at me strangely quizzically when I said, ‘Anything.’

“You can also help me fix it. It’s going to mean long nights in my room. I need to submit it in three days.”

“Sure, no problem,” I replied eagerly, having no idea what I was agreeing to.

“Well, come on then!” she told me impatiently. “You can finish whatever you were doing another time. You might even learn something with me.”

Fixing Abigail’s project cost me a pretty penny. We spent the next two days and nights together. When I say we spent them together, I followed her around, paid for what she needed to fix her project, or watched her solder her project together. She even took away my phone.

Abigail was good company, even if she was a little demanding. Her language wasn’t what I expected. Several times she would say either “Come on, Bitch”, “Hurry up, Bitch” or “Are you paying attention, Bitch”.

I didn’t mind her being demanding, but being called bitch was too much. I didn’t say anything because I still felt guilty about what I did, and I thought it was her way of punishing me.

“Finished,” Abigail said with a satisfied sigh on the second night. “You and me, Bitch, we did it!”

“What is it with you calling me ‘Bitch’!” I now had enough. Yeah, I broke her project, but I did the right thing by helping her fix it and paying for the damage. No way should I be disrespected by being called ‘Bitch’”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t call you ‘Bitch’ like that,” she told me.

“Thank you!” I huffed. I took what she said as an apology. What I should have done was notice her smirk.

“Let me make it up to you. Take off your shirt and trousers, then lie on the bed!”

“What?”

“I’m offering to have sex with you. Take off your shirt and trousers, then lie on the bed!”

I just stood there, dumbfounded at her offer.

“What did you think that because I’m a nerd, I must be some untouched, chaste maiden?” Her eyes then rolled irritably at my stupidity. “Did you think I was a virgin?”

“Well…”

“No, I am not. I’ve fucked more than one professor for a higher grade. Now, take off your shirt and trousers, then lie on the bed, Bitch!” Abigail demanded with a stinging smack on my arse to get her point across.

I opened my mouth to argue, but sex is sex, no matter who it is with, so I did what I was told.

“On your back!” She then rummaged in a drawer and took out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs, and before I could say anything, she was straddling my chest. She knew what she was doing. Even though I was stronger than her, she knew how to push my arms above my head and handcuff me to the steel-framed headboard without allowing me to fight back.

“What’re you doing!? I demanded angrily, uselessly pulling at the handcuffs.

Abigail just smirked as she got off me, then she removed her glasses, loosened her hair and began to undress.

Underneath her unattractive, baggy clothes, she had a smoking hot body with a mess of pubic hair between her legs.

I immediately stopped struggling

“Not bad for a nerd, eh, Bitch?” she laughed confidently, pushing out a hip. “And I can see you definitely like what you see.”

I hadn’t realised that my cock had become rock hard at the sight of her.

“Now, then, let’s see what you’ve got,” she told me as she began to pull off my boxers.

“If you take off these handcuffs, I can show you,” I replied cockily.

Abigail gave me an unimpressed stare and hit me in my balls.

“Quiet, Bitch!” she snapped. “You will talk when I tell you.”

“Shit!” I whimpered. The pain shot up all the way to my stomach. I squirmed in frustration, my restrained hands above my head, unable to hold my balls.

“Zack, you are my bitch. You became my bitch when you and your dumb friends broke my project, and you will do what I tell you. Who are you?” She twirled my boxers on her finger.

Abigail hit me in the balls when I didn’t answer straight away.

“I’m your bitch! I’m your bitch,” I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“That’s right, and my bitch is going to make me happy, and if he makes me happy, I will make him happy.” She looked up and down my body and licked her lips as she soothingly caressed my balls. “My bitch has a nice face, hot body and not a bad cock, but I want a kiss first.”

Straddling me, Abigail bent over and kissed me. Her kiss was soft, yet she was in control. I felt her tongue push at my lips, and I let her in.

“Hush!” she cooed almost menacingly as I pulled again at my handcuffs, fighting to wrap my arms around her. “Relax. You’ll enjoy it so much more if you relax.”

“I want to hold you,” I begged.

“Maybe, if you are a good bitch and make me happy. You do want to make me happy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I replied, not seeing another way out other than being obedient.

“Good, bitch,” she smiled with a kiss. “Kiss me some more!”

We kissed with a passion I had never felt before. Despite being hit in the balls twice, I was turned on. My cock was still rock hard as Abigail ground herself on my hip, moaning into my lips as I felt my hip become damp.

“Such a good kisser! That was divine,” she told me breathlessly, her face flushed. “But I want you to make me happier.”

Abigail straddled my face. Her pussy with its thick auburn hair was agonisingly just out of reach.

“Patience, Bitch,” she laughed and lowered herself onto me. “That’s it. Just there,” she sighed happily as she ground her wet pussy on my tongue. Oh God! She even tasted smart.

Abigail’s sighs became laboured and more needy. Somehow, through her wet, matted hair, I found her clitoris. “Right there! Right there!” She spread her legs to push her pussy down harder onto my face before she made a mess of it.

I was so focused on her pussy and so turned on that I forgot that my hands were handcuffed to the bed.

“Good, Bitch,” Abigail laughed happily, kissing me hard. She reached over to her bedside table, took a tissue from a drawer, and cleaned my face. “Now, it’s my bitch’s turn.”

She slid down my body, her face at my groin, and her hand began to stroke my cock.

“Do you want me to put your cock in my mouth, Bitch?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please,” I moaned as her thumb rubbed the head of my cock.

“As my bitch is so polite.”

I moaned long and hard as Abigail slowly and expertly sucked on my cock, her hand caressing my balls.

If I wasn’t relaxed before, I was now. What she was doing made my mind go blank.

I don’t know how long she was doing it for, but it took me a moment to return to reality when my cock left her mouth. She smiled up at me, knowing full well what she had done to me.

“Did you like that, Bitch,” she asked.

“Yeah!” my voice thick with loss and disappointment.

“Don’t worry,” she said, as she rubbed my cock at her pussy entrance. “It’s time for the main course. Oh!” she sighed as she slid down my shaft. “Your bitch cock feels so good.”

Abigail’s hips began to grind. I managed to bend my knees to allow me to thrust up. She threw herself at me to kiss me. Her hips and my thrusts were in sync. With every hard kiss, she orgasmed. Then I came too.

We lay still, with Abigail on top of me, breathing hard.

“Can you take off these handcuffs?” I asked hopefully. “My arms are hurting.”

“Of course, Bitch,” she replied with a flushed smile as she found the key to release me.

Once free, I wrapped my arms around her, turning her onto her back and kissed her.

“Someone likes being my bitch,” she laughed with satisfaction.

“Maybe,” I replied coyly. “Perhaps in private.”

“You want more bitch sex or to be with me?”

“Maybe both, and maybe normal sex too. Working on your project with you was fun. I want to hang out with you more”

Abigail’s eyes lit up with excitement, and she stroked my face before we kissed again.