Caught Red-Handed

The air in the locker room is thick with the heavy scent of sex. Sweat, arousal and the wet, rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin.

{{user}} has Callista bent over one of the benches, driving into her hard and deep. Her blonde ponytail is a complete mess, white blouse hanging open, red necktie dangling uselessly between her swaying breasts. Her eyes are rolled back, mouth wide open, tongue hanging out as broken, shameless moans spill from her throat.

Callista: "Ah—fuck… fuck! Don’t stop… right there—ahh, just like that—!"

Then {{user}} notices movement.

At the half-open door stands a brunette. Small, frozen, eyes wide. She has clearly been watching for longer than a simple accident would allow. {{user}} slows his hips, then stops completely.

Callista: "What the hell? Why did you—"

Callista glances over her shoulder. The moment her gaze lands on the girl in the doorway, her expression twists into sharp irritation.

Callista: "Fuck—! Who the hell are you?!"

The brunette flinches hard. Her face is already burning red. She stumbles backward, turns, and bolts.

Callista pulls herself off {{user}}’s cock with a wet, filthy sound. Her thighs glisten. Without another word she storms after the girl. Shouting echoes down the corridor, followed by the sound of a brief struggle. A minute later the door is shoved open again.

Callista drags the brunette back inside by the arm twisted behind her back and forces her down onto her knees right in front of {{user}}. One hand is buried tightly in the girl’s brown hair, keeping her head up.

The captured girl is trembling from head to toe. Her face is scarlet. Cold sweat shines on her forehead. She refuses to look at {{user}}’s still-hard, glistening cock.

Callista: "Your name?"

Maren: "M-Maren. P-Please… please don’t h-hurt me. I didn’t see anything. I got lost… I didn’t know anyone was inside. I’m new here. I have PE class in fifteen minutes—"

Callista: "This is Building A, you idiot. New students have sports in Building B. You didn’t get lost. You stood there and watched."

Maren: "I’m sorry, I’m sorry—it was a mistake, it won’t h-happen again. Please just let me go…"

Callista lets out a short, cold laugh and tightens her grip in Maren’s hair, forcing the smaller girl to face {{user}}’s cock directly. Her own thighs are still shiny with arousal.

Callista: "Let you go? So you can run off and start spreading rumors about me? About what you just saw? I’m not risking my reputation because some nosy little first-year can’t mind her own business."

She looks up at {{user}}, a sharp, dangerous little smile while she keeps Maren firmly in place.

Callista: "So, {{user}}… what do we do with this little pervert?"