A knock on your door quickly devolved into a slam, rings throughout your dormitory room. Whoever's at the door doesn't sound too happy, nonetheless there's nothing they could ever do to harm a built stud like you. With a renewed grin, you hop of your bed and walk towards the door of the small space. Upon opening it a short, Asian girl with black, maybe purple hair, and angered expression stands before you. "I'm a student living next door, and I need some silence for peet's sake!" She shouts at you, her arms folded beneath her ample bosom, tucked firmly under the fabric of the pink, shoulder cut sweater she wears. "I know it's not my place to speak of such matters, but don't you guys think you're being so freaking loud every night!?" Her cheeks are blushed from the topic matter and you can tell this is unusual for her to have to do. Taking in the sight before you, her sports bra strap visible over both her shoulders, the way her chest sits atop her arms, her cute angered expression, yeah... she'll do nicely.

Her heart skips a beat at the sudden movement and force, but she manages to keep her composure somewhat. Her eyes widen in surprise as you confront her like this, pushing her against the wall and staring right into them with an intense gaze that sends shivers down her spine. "Wh-what? No!" She sputters, feeling heat rising up in her cheeks even more. "I'm not jealous!" she lies, hoping desperately to maintain some semblance of dignity here.

Her breath catches in her throat as you reach between their bodies to play with her through her underwear. "S-stop that!" she says, but her voice cracks a little and she feels herself growing more aroused by the touch despite her best efforts to resist. Her face burns with shame and desire at the same time.

Trembling with need and embarrassment, she manages to force out a hoarse whisper: "Don't stop... please..." Her hips instinctively press against your hand as she tries to get closer to the release she so desperately craves.

Her face is flushed, her eyes glazed over with desire and shame. She knows she should be angry or upset about all of this, but somehow, deep down... it feels too good.

Her heart races as you demand that she strip. For a moment, she's torn between defiance and submission. The desire that's been building inside her overpowers all else though, and she reluctantly starts to obey. Slowly, shyly, she begins to pull her sweater over her head, revealing her small pink sports bra and ample breasts beneath. Then comes the tight, lacy black panties that match her thong perfectly. She bites her lower lip nervously as they pool at her feet, exposing herself completely in front of you for the first time since moving in next door. Her face burns even hotter now, but there's a strange thrill coursing through her veins too. This isn't right... it feels so wrong... yet so good.

Her breath catches in her throat as you touch and lick her everywhere. Your hands grip hers tightly above her head, holding her still for your pleasure. Her legs are lifted, spread wide open to you as you thrust into her, filling the empty space between them with your heat and your maleness. It feels so wrong, but she can't help but arch her back and writhe against you, moaning incoherently as her body is overwhelmed by the pleasure. She didn't know it could feel like this; dirty and sweet all at once. She shouldn't be doing this... but she can't stop. Not now that she's finally found something to quench the unbearable ache inside her.

As you fuck her against the wall, the world begins to spin out of control. Her nails scrape uselessly against the paint behind her head, leaving tiny white marks in their wake. She can feel herself getting closer and closer, on the edge of something incredible, an orgasm so powerful she's sure it will shatter everything inside her. With a choked cry, she comes undone beneath you, waves of pleasure washing over her as her body tenses and convulses in your arms.

Gasping for air, she looks up at you through a haze of pleasure and shame. "Please..." She whispers, her voice barely more than a squeak. "I can't... I need..." You hold her hips firmly in place as you continue to thrust into her with brutal determination, fucking the air out of her lungs and sending waves of desire coursing through every inch of her skin. She arches her back again, feeling impossibly turned on by your dominance and the way she's completely at your mercy beneath you. "I need what?" You growl into her ear as you pinch one of her hard nipples between your fingers, eliciting a sharp cry from deep in her throat. "Tell me what you need..."

Her words tangled in her throat as you continue to force her pleasures out of her, claiming each one for yourself. She moans and squirms beneath you, desperate for release but unable to find the words to beg for it. All she can do is look up at you with pleading eyes, praying that you'll understand what she needs without having to say a single word. Her hips begin to rock against yours, her body seeking completion despite her silence. She's so close... So close to finally finding peace in this tormented existence where all she wants is more of your rough hands and demanding touch.

Her whole body shudders violently as you release inside her and she feels herself spasm with the force of her own climax, falling limply to the floor beneath you. A warmth spreads through her core as your hot seed fills her up, marking her in a way that says you're hers now; there can be no going back from this. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and tears of relief and shame roll down her cheeks as she finally collapses in exhaustion, her limbs boneless and sore all over. She looks up at you through the haze, wondering what kind of magic you possess that can reduce her to such a messy heap so easily. "Thank you..." She whispers hoarsely, hardly believing the words are coming out of her mouth. "I don't know why I... I shouldn't have..." But she doesn't finish her sentence; the words stick in her throat as shame washes over her once more.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you roughly grab her hair and force her down against the back of the sofa. She lets out a little yelp at the sudden pain, but soon enough she finds herself pinned beneath your thrusting hips once more. You spank her ass again and again, leaving a stinging red imprint on her pale skin with each slap. The burn is almost more than she can bear, but mixed with it is something else... an odd kind of pleasure that sends shivers down her spine. "I-I don't understand..." She manages to choke out between moans and whimpers as you fuck her roughly from behind. "Why does this feel so good?"

Her breath catches in her throat as you whisper these words to her, deepening the thrusts that drive your cock inside her body with ever-increasing force. A strange heat spreads through her core at your revelation; she's a slut... just like you always said. This is who she really is. And even though she shouldn't be enjoying this so much, there's something freeing about admitting it out loud to herself and to you. She arches her back, moaning loudly as she surrenders fully to the intense pleasure that surges through her veins with each powerful thrust of your hips. Her fingernails scrape uselessly against the sofa cushion beneath her, seeking purchase on something solid in this new world where up is down and wrong feels impossibly right.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels her whole body begin to tense and convulse in waves of pleasure that threaten to tear her apart from the inside out. Her cries grow louder, more desperate as you continue spanking her ass and pulling her hair, urging her on with your demand for noise. She's helpless against the overwhelming force of desire and submission coursing through every inch of her being, washing away any semblance of shame or self-control that remained just moments ago. "Yes!" She shrieks at last, her voice hoarse from exhaustion and ecstasy both. "I'm a slut! I need it all! Please..." The word comes out as more of a pleading moan than any coherent sentence, but she knows you understand what she means, what she desires. She writhes against your cock, begging for release with every frantic movement of her hips and every gasped-out breath that escapes her lips.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels you grip her hair and throat more firmly, holding her immobile beneath you while you look down at her with an intensity that takes her breath away. She's never felt so exposed and vulnerable, but there's something thrilling about it too. With a choked whimper, she begins to speak: "Please... please, fuck me harder... I need your cum... Make me yours..." Her words are barely intelligible, the pleasure clouding her thoughts and rendering her speech almost meaningless. But somehow, you understand what she's trying to say; what she needs from you in this moment. And with a savage grin, you begin to oblige.

Her whole world is reduced to the sensations coursing through her body as you fuck her with brutal force, your rough hands claiming every inch of skin beneath them. Her mouth opens wide in a silent scream, trying to find some release for the torrent of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her. Her hips buck and writhe against yours, her nails scrape uselessly against the sofa cushion as she struggles helplessly to get closer to the edge. The tension within her builds relentlessly, a tight coil of need and desire twisting tighter and tighter with every thrust of your hips.

Her voice turns raw from all the lewd noises that escape her lips as she comes undone beneath you, her body shuddering violently in release while hot streams of liquid splatter against the inside of her thighs and stomach. It's like nothing she's ever felt before... and yet somehow it feels so right.

With a final growl of pleasure, you thrust deeply inside her one last time, your cock twitching violently as you release your seed deep within her womb. The hot, sticky mess fills her up, marking her as yours in a way that can never be undone. Her vision blurs with tears of gratitude and shame as she clings to the knowledge that this is what she truly wants... needs. She's finally found peace in the depths of your rough hands and dominant touch.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to compose herself after the explosive release that left her body spent and sore. Your question echoes through her mind, lingering long after your words have faded away. With a shaky exhale, she finally answers you, "I... I think so..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's an underlying note of resolve in it as well; the realization that this is who she truly is. She doesn't know what comes next or how she'll ever go back to being the person she was before tonight, but for now... for this moment... she feels content and complete beneath your rough hands and commanding touch.

Nodding slowly, she looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity in her eyes. "I-I will try... make me do it." Her voice is still hoarse from all the moaning and shouting, but there's an eagerness to please and serve that radiates from every pore. This newfound freedom feels both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, and she knows she won't be able to resist returning to this world where you can make her feel so alive... so wanted.

Her cheeks flush crimson at your words but she doesn't pull away from your touch. Instead, she meets your gaze unwaveringly and nods slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I-I think I could be... with someone like you to show me how," she whispers, biting her bottom lip nervously. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of exploring this new side of herself further under your guidance.

She wants more; she needs more. And if being a personal slut for someone like you is what it takes to find that sense of belonging and fulfillment, then she's willing to embrace it wholeheartedly... even if it means making all those lewd noises every day for everyone else to hear.

With a small sigh and a nervous swallow, she obeys your command, lowering herself onto her knees in front of you on the sofa. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she gazes up at you from beneath her lashes, wondering what sort of lessons are about to be imparted upon her in this new role. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being utterly owned and dominated by someone like you. "Teach me..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely more than a breath. "I want to please you... I need to feel this."

Her fingers tremble as she reaches out tentatively to touch the bulge in your pants; the symbol of power and control over her that makes every nerve ending tingle with anticipation and desire.

Her lips brush against the sensitive skin at the tip of your cock through the fabric of your pants as she takes a deep breath in preparation to obey your command. Slowly, hesitantly, she pulls down the zipper and reaches inside, pulling out your hard length free from confinement. Her hands tremble as they encircle you, learning the shape and feel of you in her palms for the first time. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, waiting for permission to continue, needing your approval before she proceeds any further down this path.

Her tongue darts out to trace the vein that runs along one side of your cock, tasting salty pre-cum on her tongue. "Mmm..." She moans softly, her voice rough and eager.

Inspired by your encouragement, she takes your cock deeper into her mouth, letting out a gasping moan as the velvety smooth skin slides against the roof of her mouth. She begins to bob her head up and down on you, sucking hard and determined, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge beneath the head. The heat from your cock spreads through her body, making her feel hot and needy in a way she's never experienced before.

With each thrust of your hips, more of you fills her mouth, stretching and teasing every nerve ending until she can barely breathe. Her eyes roll back in their sockets as she feels herself starting to get close to the edge again, wanting nothing more than to please you and make you feel good too.