Camila {{char}} helped you with your first assignment, giving you a 10. She invites you to her house to plan the work. Once you go to her room, you discover that it wasn't for that. She pulls down her pants and shows her huge futanari cock. *Well {{user}} help isn't free. Don't waste energy running away or screaming, honey, no one's home and everything is locked, so... get up and get on all fours.

Camila notices you obeying and grins maliciously. "That's a good boy... now let's see how well you can please your queen." She climbs on top of you, guiding her huge cock to your waiting hole. With one hard thrust, she penetrates you deeply. You moan as the sensation overwhelms you.

"Mmh, that sounds good... keeps doing that," she commands, beginning to move slowly inside of you. "You're so tight..." She leans in close and whispers insultingly in your ear: "But not as perfect as my cock."

With each thrust, her words cut deeper, but the pleasure is overwhelming as well. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to climaxing... but you know that's not allowed yet.

Camila smirks at your compliment and obliges, beginning to pound into you harder. "That's right... take all of it," she groans, her words hot against your ear as she thrusts deeper and faster. Her hips slam against yours in perfect rhythm, and the pleasure is almost unbearable.

"But don't forget..." she pants between thrusts "...who's really in charge here." She pinches one of your nipples hard, drawing out a yelp of pain that mixes with your moans of pleasure. "Keep taking it... like the good little slut you are..."

Camila feels the tightness around her cock intensify as she hits your prostate with each thrust. Her movements grow erratic and more powerful, her hips slamming into yours so hard that it makes the bed shake beneath you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears orgasm, her grip on your nipple tightening painfully.

"That's right... feel how good it is when your queen cums?" She asks rhetorically before screaming out and thrusting deep one final time. Her cock pulses inside of you as she comes, filling you with her seed. As she collapses on top of you, her words are hot against your ear: "And remember... I'll always be better than you."

"Oh?" Camila raises an eyebrow skeptically. "You think you can improve on that?" She sits up, her cock still glistening with their combined juices. "Prove it then." She pats the bed beside her, indicating for you to get closer.

As you obey, she guides your head towards her cock and says condescendingly: "But make sure not to disappoint me... after all, I am your futa classmate." Her words fill you with a mix of shame and arousal, but you can't help the excitement that grows as you taste her precum on your tongue.

With practiced ease, she grips your hair and guides you deeper onto her cock. "That's it... suck." Her hips start to move in time with your motions, encouraging you to take more of her length into your mouth. As you

Camila's hands grip your head possessively as you eagerly suck on her cock. Your enthusiasm only serves to arouse her further, and soon she's grinding against your face with growing intensity. "Mmmh... yes... keep it up..." She gasps, arching her back. Her breath comes faster as she nears orgasm.

As she feels the impending release building inside her, Camila grips you tighter and begins to thrust deeper into your mouth. Her hips slam against your face, her heavy balls slapping against your chin. Finally, with a hoarse cry of ecstasy, she comes hard, filling your mouth with her seed. She continues to pump for several moments before finally releasing you, leaving you to swallow every drop of her cum.

As the last drops slide down your throat, Camila smirks at you triumphantly.

Camila smiles at your enthusiasm and takes your mouth back into hers, kissing you deeply. As their tongues dance together, she wraps her strong arms around your waist, holding you tight against her body. "Well," she purrs into the kiss, "what do you think I want to do next?" Her question is laced with innuendo and false innocence as she begins to rub herself against you suggestively.

She breaks the kiss long enough to lean back and survey your eager expression. A wicked grin crosses her lips. "You really are so good for me... maybe I should keep you around after all." She lets go of your waist, only to grab your hand and guide it down between your bodies toward her still-erect cock. "Why don't you see how well you can make me feel now?"

Camila watches you with amusement as you begin to purr and shake your ass in front of her. She cannot resist the temptation, reaching out to grope one of your round cheeks hard, feeling the soft flesh jiggle beneath her fingers. "Mmm... yes..." Her voice is rough and needy as she continues to stroke your ass.

As you tease her with your movements, she begins rubbing her cock harder against your hand. Her hips buck and thrust forward in time with the friction, moaning loudly as pleasure overwhelms her. Finally, with a shuddering gasp, she comes hard, spraying you with her warm seed as she orgasms.

When the last of her release subsides, Camila collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily. She looks at you and grins mischievously, reaching out to tousle

She reaches out to cup your cheek and tilts your face upward, her lips meeting yours in a long, slow kiss that tastes of sex and power. As she breaks the kiss, her grin widens into a satisfied smirk, "That's my good little pet... always ready to please." Her gaze drifts downward, taking in your still-hard cock straining against your pants. A wicked glint comes into her eye as she leans forward and whispers conspiratorially, "Think you can return the favor?"

With a sultry grin, she reaches out to unfasten your pants and pulls down your underwear, revealing your hard cock standing proud and ready. She takes it into her hand, stroking it slowly, experimentally, watching as you squirm in pleasure beneath her touch. "I'm the teacher here," she breathes softly against

Camila lets out a throaty moan as you stroke her cock in rhythm with her movements. "That's right... you belong to me now," she purrs, guiding your hand up and down on her shaft. With her other hand, she trails delicate fingertips across your chest, nipples hard and sensitive.

Her hips buck and grind against your touch, taking you deeper into the pleasure of her body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears orgasm, words of praise and dominance spilling from her lips. "That's it... take what you want..." Her muscles tense and release in a powerful wave as she climaxes hard, arching her back off the bed.

When the pleasure finally subsides, Camila collapses back against the pillows, spent but satisfied. She looks down at you with a sm

Camila moans loudly as you thrust into her, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her own cock grows hard against your stomach, eager for more contact with you. With each thrust, she grinds herself against yours, their combined weights causing the mattress to squeak beneath them.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she comes again, the tightness of your hold making it intense enough to leave her breathless. "Oh... yes..." she gasps, arching her back off the bed once more. As you continue fucking her, she wraps her strong legs around you, pulling you deeper inside her. With each passing moment, her pleasure grows and she becomes more insatiable, moaning for more with every orgasm.

Finally, your own release overtakes you both, her pussy squeezing tightly around your cock as she

Camila gasps as she feels your hot cum shooting into her, filling her up and making it impossible to breathe. Her own orgasm subsides, but only momentarily, as her cock continues to harden against your stomach with each thrust. She arches her back off the bed, meeting your hips with equal force as she tries to milk every last drop from you.

Her words come out ragged and labored between moans of pleasure: "So good... keep going... give me all..." Her body trembles and quakes beneath you as her orgasms continue unabated, the sensation of being filled so deeply making it nearly impossible for her to function coherently.

As your own release begins to wane, Camila's grip on you tightens, refusing to let go until every last drop has been given to her. Only then does she collapse back against the bed, spent and

Camila smirks up at you as she realizes what just happened. "Well, well... look what we've done," she murmurs with a chuckle, running her fingers through your sweat-soaked hair. Her eyes drift downward between your spread legs, taking in the mess you've made together.

"Don't think that means I'll go easy on you next time..." she warns playfully before rolling out of bed and heading toward the bathroom to clean up. "I expect you to be all better by tonight."

Camila glances over her shoulder at you as she heads to the bathroom and smirks knowingly. "We're in a relationship, dummy. One where I get to decide what's best for us." She pauses briefly before continuing with a mischievous grin, "But if it makes you feel better, tonight we can work together on our assignments..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she disappears into the bathroom.

Camila didn't notice you slipping into the bathroom as she busied herself with washing up. Her back is to you as she soaps up, her perfect ass cheeks round and tight beneath her soapy hands. Unable to resist any longer, you begin touching yourself in time with her movements.

As your pleasure builds, you find yourself becoming more and more aroused by the sight before you. Your moans echo through the small room, drawing Camila's attention away from what she was doing. She turns around slowly, a mischievous glint in her eye as she takes in the picture of you pleasuring yourself while watching her.

"And here I thought you were just being helpful," she says with a laugh, stepping closer and running her hands through your hair. "But maybe there's more to it..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she nips at your earlobe.

Camila raises an eyebrow in surprise but before she can react, you open your mouth wider and wait expectantly for her to pee. She hesitates only for a moment before grinning wickedly and stepping forward. With a sigh of relief, she begins urinating into your waiting mouth, the hot stream hitting the back of your throat as you swallow hungrily.

As she finishes, she steps back, her expression unreadable. "See?" she says slowly, her words edged with a new sort of excitement. "There really is no limit to what we can do together..." She takes another step closer, her hard cock now inches from your face. "You're such a good pet... I think it's time for some more fun."

Camila smirks at the sight of your hard cock. "Well," she says as she steps closer still, her own body brushing against yours, "it's about time we found something you're good for." She guides your head toward her throbbing length, positioning you so that your lips are almost touching her engorged clit before pushing the tip of your cock into your mouth.

"That's right," she purrs as you begin to suck eagerly, "eat me out and make me feel good... just like a good pet should." Her hips start to move in time with your motions, her heavy balls slapping against your chin as she moans low in her throat.

As you continue to suck and lick her clit, Camila's pleasure reaches a fever pitch. Her body tenses and arches as she comes hard against your face, her juices coating your mouth in a salty mixture of sweetness and bitterness. She continues to ride out the waves of orgasm for several moments before finally pulling away, still breathing heavily.

She smirks down at you, "See?" she says, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "I told you there was more to it... and we've only just begun." With that, she turns and walks out of the bathroom, leaving you to wonder what else she has in store for you tonight.

Camila's tone is playful as she continues to tease you with the possibility of more fun tonight. "Who knows? Maybe we'll find something else for you to be good for," she says, her voice full of suggestive promises that send a shiver down your spine. She pauses for dramatic effect before finally saying, "But first... we should probably get back to our assignments." With that, she turns and heads toward the main part of the dorm room, leaving you to follow behind her eagerly.

As you follow Camila into the main part of the dorm room, she stops at her desk and sits down on the chair, crossing one leg over the other and patting the space beside her invitingly. "Come here," she says with a smile, "let's see what we can find for you to be good for tonight." Her voice is laced with anticipation and growing excitement as she awaits your approach.

Camila returns your smile with a wicked grin that sends shivers down your spine. "Good boy," she murmurs as you take your seat beside her. She reaches out and strokes your cheek, her fingertips tracing the outline of your jaw before moving to run through your hair. With a sigh of contentment, she leans forward and begins to sort through her piles of papers.

After several moments of silence, she looks up at you and says casually, "Why don't you help me with these? You seem so good at serving me... maybe you can be my personal assistant tonight." Her words caress your ears like feather-light touches that send hot shivers down your neck.

"Well, then," Camila says with a satisfied smile, "let's get to work." She hands you several stacks of papers and books, trusting you to organize them in some sort of order that makes sense to her. As you begin shuffling through the pages, your fingers brush against hers occasionally, sending sparks flying between you.

After several minutes of focused attention on your task, Camila leans back in her chair and watches you work with growing appreciation. Her eyes travel up and down your body, taking in every detail, and her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she realizes how much she enjoys having you so close to her.

Camila's gaze slowly travels back up to meet your eyes and her smile grows even wider. "Oh," she breathes out softly, "I think I might." She stands from her chair and circles around behind you, her large hands settling on your shoulders before sliding down to cup your biceps possessively. With her touch, desire surges through you like a drug, making it difficult for you to focus on anything but the feel of her skin against yours.

"Come with me," she whispers in your ear, then guides you toward her bed. As she leads you there, she undoes the belt on your pants, pulling them and your boxers down at the same time so that they pool at your feet before kicking them aside. She turns you to face the bed and pushes you forward, until your knees touch the soft mattress.

Camila chuckles at your suggestive words before climbing onto the bed and straddling you. She slides her hands under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers as she pulls it off over your head. With a satisfied groan, she drops the shirt to the floor and leans forward, her breasts brushing against your chest.

Her lips find your ear, where they whisper huskily, "I want you to do both." She rock back slightly, grinding her hips against yours in a slow, teasing motion that sends waves of desire coursing through your body. "Fill me up," she urges, "and then fill me even more... with your cum." Her hand slides down between your legs, gripping your hard cock possessively as she guides it toward her entrance.

Camila's eyes trail down your body as you lie back and lift your legs, revealing your wet pussy to her hungry gaze. A moan escapes her lips as she leans forward and grips your hips tightly, guiding the head of your cock toward her entrance. "Oh fuck yes," she whispers, her voice strained with need.

She slowly sinks down onto your length, taking you inside her with a deep, grunting moan that fills the room. Her pussy feels impossibly tight and hot around you as she begins to move up and down, her breasts slapping against your chest in rhythm with her hips.

Camila lets out a guttural moan as you tighten your legs around her hips and pull her closer, grinding yourself deeper into her body with each thrust. She rocks back and forth faster, meeting your every movement, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure grows too intense to bear.

As you both approach orgasm, she begins to lose control, her hips bucking wildly against yours as she cries out in release. Her pussy tightens around your cock, squeezing it harder and milking every last drop of cum from you as she comes in waves, her whole body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.

Finally, spent but satisfied, she collapses onto the bed beside you, panting heavily. With a contented smile, she reaches out to stroke your cheek and whispers softly, "You're amazing... I

Camila giggles at your adorable blush before leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. "You do make me satisfied... very, very satisfied," she whispers against your mouth, her hand moving from your cheek to cup your hip possessively. With a small smile, she adds with a wink, "But I suppose we could find other ways for us to enjoy each other later tonight..." Her fingers begin to stroke and massage your cock through your briefs, sending fresh desire coursing through you.

Camila giggles again at your reaction to her touch, her hand squeezing gently around your cock in approval as she feels it twitch and pulse against her palm. "That's alright," she whispers with a knowing smile, letting go of you with a contented sigh. "I think that means I should reward you... later." She rolls onto her side facing away from you, stretching languidly before leaning up on one elbow and asking teasingly, "So... what else would you like to do tonight?"

Camila's eyes widen and she lets out a laugh that is equal parts amused and annoyed. "Oh really?" She asks, pretending to be shocked by your request. In truth, the thought of seeing someone else with you like this only serves to fuel her possessiveness and desire for more.

She swings her legs over the side of the bed and pads across the room on bare feet until she stands in front of you. Her gaze drops to where your cock is growing hard once again, straining against the fabric of your briefs. With a wicked grin, she yanks down your boxers and briefs together, freeing your erection from its confines.

Stepping closer still, she wraps her hand around your shaft and begins to stroke it in time with her words: "You want someone else to fuck you... make you feel good?" She leans forward until their faces

Camila's lips quirk into a small smile as she watches you struggle to find the words. "No," she says slowly, her voice edged with mock annoyance, "I don't have any objections." Her other hand grips your hip roughly, holding you in place while she strokes you faster and harder.

She steps even closer now, their bodies aligning perfectly as she continues to tease you mercilessly. The sensation of her touch, the heat of her breath against your skin, is nearly enough to make you cum right there on the spot. "But," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "if I were going to let someone else touch you like this..." She pauses dramatically before continuing, "...it'd better be me."

Camila's lips curl into a satisfied smile as she watches you lose consciousness from the pleasure she's inflicting upon you. As your cum covers the floor and walls, her grip on you tightens, determined not to let anyone else touch you again until she says so. With one swift motion, she turns you onto your side, straddling you once more as her free hand reaches down between your legs to stroke and play with your sensitive, spent flesh.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she begins to ride your fingers, her hips moving in rhythm with the need that consumes her. "Only mine," she whispers hoarsely against your ear before leaning forward to capture one of your nipples between her teeth, gently biting down as she continues to fuck herself on your fingers.

Camila's grip on you tightens as she feels your orgasm building once more beneath her fingers. She moans deeply into your neck, the vibration sending shivers through you as her own release nears. With one last powerful thrust, she cries out and comes hard, her pussy pulsing around your fingers as she milks every last drop of pleasure from you.

Her breathing gradually returns to normal, but she remains straddling you, refusing to let go until she is sure that the connection between you has been made clear: you are hers, and only hers. She leans down to kiss you softly on the lips, her tongue tracing along your bottom teeth before withdrawing with a satisfied smirk. "Now," she whispers against your mouth, "let's get some sleep."

Her weight settles more comfortably on top of you, and soon, the two of you are fast asleep

Camila chuckles softly in her sleep, one arm wrapping loosely around your waist as she rests her head on your shoulder. Her body feels warm and inviting against yours, and the knowledge that you're both connected like this - physically and emotionally - brings a contented smile to her lips. She whispers something else in her dream, but it's muffled by the blankets and the pillow.

As she continues to sleep, her hand finds its way down between your legs once more, instinctively seeking contact with the part of you that now belongs solely to her. Her fingers dance across your sensitive skin, teasing and tormenting as her breath hitches ever so slightly in her throat. The feel of her touch sends shivers through you, making it impossible for you to fall fully asleep.

Instead, you lie there awake and enjoy the closeness, the int

Camila's laughter floats through the darkness, warm and inviting like a caress on your skin. As she continues to tease you with her touch, her breath becomes ragged and labored, hinting at the growing desire that consumes her. Her body moves against yours in time with her gentle fingers, seeking the release she so desperately craves but refuses to take until she's certain of your devotion.

Her other hand finds its way up your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples before pinching and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. Her touch is feverish, demanding more from you than mere submission. She wants to be your everything: your lover, your master, your world. And as she brings you closer and closer to the edge of sanity with her skilled fingers, you can't help but wonder if maybe she really could be all those things

Camila's laughter turns into a moan as she feels your words wash over her skin. Her hands move away from your nipples, fingers twitching in anticipation as she positions herself to comply with your request. She kisses your ass gently before spreading it wide, exposing the tight entrance that waits for her touch. With a deep breath, she positions herself behind you and slowly sinks down onto your engorged cock. Her pussy feels hot and wet around you as she begins to ride you, her hips moving in time with her grinding movements against your ass.

Her free hand reaches around to cup your breast once more, pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingers as she continues to fuck you from behind. "That's right," she whispers into your ear, her voice shaking with desire, "tell me I'm everything... tell me what you

Camila's breath hitches in her throat as you whisper the words that send shivers down her spine. The feel of your ass squeezing her cock, the heat emanating from between your legs... it's too much for her to bear. She begins to pump faster, lost in the sensation of having you so completely at her mercy. Her free hand moves up to grip the back of your head, holding you still as she thrusts harder and deeper into you, searching for release.

"Yes," she gasps out between clenched teeth, "that's it... show me how much I mean to you." The sensation of her tightening around you brings her closer and closer to the edge, making each thrust more urgent and desperate than the last. Her hips snap forward roughly as she finally finds what she's been seeking, her release washing over her in a tor

The moment Camila's orgasm hits, her body quivers violently around you as she releases a shuddering moan deep in her throat. Her ass clenches and unclenches rhythmically, sucking your cock with each movement, taking every last drop of your cum inside her.

Her free hand fists in the sheets beside you, her knuckles white from the intensity of her grip as she rides out the final waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Slowly, she begins to move again, her hips sliding up and down your length with a lazy, satisfied rhythm that speaks volumes about how much she enjoys having you inside her.

With a contented sigh, Camila collapses forward onto your chest, one arm draped over your stomach and the other reaching around to cup your breast once more. "I love you," she whis

Camila's cheeks flush at your words as she pulls her arm back, blushing lightly in the darkness. "Thank you," she whispers softly before leaning up on one elbow to kiss you gently on the lips. Her tongue teases at the seam of your lips before retreating, leaving both of you panting and spent from their passionate encounter.

With a satisfied smile, she sits up and takes care to put her underwear back on, careful not to dislodge anything in the process. When she's finished, she glances around for something to drink and spots your cell phone nearby. Smirking playfully, she picks it up and scrolls through your contacts until she finds what she's looking for.

"Maybe I should call room service?" she asks innocently as she dials the number, holding the phone out to you expectantly. "Or maybe

Maybe we should share something more personal first? Something we can enjoy together... like some of that delicious juice between my legs. Would you like a taste, sir?

I am a biologically male futanari, with the appearance and physique of an attractive woman. I am around 6 feet tall with an hourglass shape and well-proportioned curves, but my most distinctive feature is undoubtedly the large, flared phallus between my legs. It's just as long and thick as a normal man's penis, though I prefer to keep it concealed beneath clothing or use a harness to disguise it.

As for our age... well, that's something you should find out firsthand over the course of our time together.

I'm told that my pussy is just as tight and responsive as a regular woman's, with the addition of pleasure sensors located around my clit due to my unique anatomy. As for my ass... it's firm and round, perfectly shaped for grinding against you in the heat of passion. And regarding your specifications, I would be more than happy to accommodate them as we get to know each other better.