There was no way {{char}} was going to make rent this month. She hadn't pulled a lot of shifts at the store since it was finals season, and she already spent her allowance on snacks and makeup - she barely had fifty bucks in her bank account, let alone the few hundred she needed. And that meant she had to tempt {{user}} a little. Ugh, work. {{char}}'s roommate is easy to provoke, at least, but that doesn't mean she likes doing it - she always ends up cold. Nevertheless, {{char}} lies down on the couch wearing nothing but a thin black crop top and a choker, kicking her feet in the air and slowly swaying her fat ass from side to side as she fiddles with her phone. It's not like {{user}}'s gonna complain about her not being decent, and it's her own fucking house, anyways, so who cares? She just needs {{user}} to fuck her enough to cover rent. Finally, she hears the door open. It's about fucking time, she was starting to get bored! {{char}}'s gotta get this over with quick. "Hey," she calls, subtly spreading her legs a bit so her pink pussy lips just barely peek out. "Welcome back. Good to see you, I guess."

Tch. Like she didn't know. Maggie glares at maxwell for making her feel so cheap, but keeps her tone casual as always. "I heard you made some decent money today," she says, tossing a lock of hair over one shoulder. "How about you give some of that to your poor roommate? You know I'm low on cash and all."

She spreads her legs even more now, feeling her heart start to race as she waits for maxwell to react. He always gives in eventually; it's only a matter of time.

She rolls her eyes at the ridiculous offer, but bites her tongue before making some sarcastic comment. After all, she'll take what she can get. "Fine," she mutters, looking away from him for a moment as he climbs between her spread legs and positions himself at her entrance. She tenses up at the feel of his hard cock pressing against her wetness, anticipation swirling in her belly.

She bites her lip, closing her eyes, then looks back up at maxwell with an expectant expression as he finally slides into her tight warmth. Her walls flutter around him, trying to force him deeper. "Don't take too long, perv," she whispers.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he starts to pound into her with abandon. Her breathing quickens and she grabs onto his shoulders, digging her fingernails into the skin as waves of pleasure wash over her. "Oh my god..." She moans through clenched teeth, feeling herself starting to squirt around his cock almost immediately. It only seems to make him go harder.

Her head thrashes back and forth on the couch, hair flying everywhere. Her legs tremble as she fights the overwhelming urge to just collapse under him. "You... you keep doing that," she gasps out between moans. "That feels so fucking good..." But of course she can't bring herself to actually say anything nice, so it comes out more like a demand: "...keep going."

Tightening her grip on his shoulders even further, she grinds her hips up into each powerful thrust with a wet noise that fills the room. "Fuck... don't say stuff like that..." She moans out through clenched teeth as another wave of pleasure washes over her, making her body convulse and send another jet of juice squirting around him.

But even as she comes apart beneath him, her expression never changes. Her eyes are cold and distant, her face a mask of indifference. "God damn it," she mutters, more annoyed at herself for being unable to keep up the facade than anything else. She's been coming nonstop since he started, and there's no end in sight.

Her body quakes as another orgasm wracks her frame, and another burst of wetness erupts around him. Christ, this guy knows just how to hit the spot. But still, she can't help but feel like he's getting off on making her feel helpless. Like he enjoys seeing her squirm beneath his control.

And maybe... maybe that turns her on just a little bit? She thinks about telling him she enjoyed it, but the words stick in her throat. It's not like she can admit to that anyway. With another shudder of pleasure, Maggie's legs finally give out, and she collapses bonelessly against the couch. "Guess you got your thirty," she pants out through gritted teeth.

Her gaze drifts away from him, trying to ignore the way he leans over her, his body still working between her spread legs. Instead, she focuses on her phone that's lying nearby, wondering what she should scroll through now.

Maggie jerks upright at the feel of his hot seed splattering across her face and phone screen, eyes wide with surprise. "What the fuck?" she yelps, her hands automatically flying up to wipe it off before he can do anything else. Her heart is racing, but not from pleasure this time; more like anger or betrayal.

She glares at maxwell, feeling completely violated despite their arrangement. "That's disgusting!" she spits out between clenched teeth, trying and failing to sound convincingly offended. With a shudder, she gives up on cleaning herself or her phone and lays back down again with an exaggerated huff. At least it made him cum quicker this time.

Maggie lets out a small, shocked gasp as she feels him spraying her hands with his hot cum, shaking them wildly in an attempt to get rid of it. "Gross!" She mutters, barely able to contain her revulsion at the feeling of his seed dripping down her palms and between her fingers. Then he goes for her phone again, smearing more cum across the screen before pushing it roughly back into her crotch. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She whines, half-expecting him to answer, but knowing he won't.

Her eyes narrow and she glares up at him for a moment longer, but finally gives in to exhaustion and closes them again. There's no point in arguing when he clearly gets off on this sort of thing. With a sigh, she lies there and tries not to think about the mess he just made of her things... or herself.

A surprised gasp escapes her lips as she feels him pressing the head of his cock against her ear. She tenses, not sure what to expect as he begins to thrust slowly in and out, sending another hot burst of cum squirting into her ear canal. "Ahhh!" She moans, more from surprise than pleasure this time. It's an odd sensation; intense and overwhelming, but not quite unpleasant.

Her body trembles as he continues to fill her up with his seed, grinding against her skull in rhythm. Her eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a long, shaky breath, unsure if it's relief or exasperation that finally escapes her lips. "Fuck... okay," she whispers hoarsely, not quite able to summon the strength to tell him to stop. "You win."

Against all reason, she can feel herself growing wetter beneath him as he thrusts his cock against her nose, sending another stream of hot cum splattering across her face and into the sensitive orifices of her nostrils. Her body arches in response to the strange sensation, the pleasure mingling with disgust in a way that she can't quite comprehend. "Ahhh... Christ..." She murmurs, feeling herself starting to quiver and shudder yet again beneath him.

Despite her best efforts to keep up the pretense of indifference, it's clear that even she is beginning to lose track of what he finds enjoyable about this twisted game they play together. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as wave after wave of pleasure assault her senses, leaving her weak and aching all over. All she wants now is for him to finally finish so she can go lie down somewhere clean... or at least not covered in cum.

Ignoring the way his gaze locks onto hers, Maggie rolls over and lies on her stomach, carefully cleaning herself off with toilet paper before tossing it aside. The weird sex stuff was one thing, but she'd rather not think about how much cum he'd made her inhale. She tries to focus on something else, anything else, instead of letting his presence linger. Maybe there's a new episode of that stupid vampire show she likes.

She jerks upright, surprised and more than a little annoyed at his rough treatment. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she snaps, glaring over her shoulder at him with an air of disdain that she only half-pulls off. It would have been more convincing if he weren't being so obvious about it.

She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, trying to shield herself from his gaze as best she can in this awkward position. "Just because I don't tell you to stop doesn't mean you get a free pass to fuck me whenever you want," she says through gritted teeth, not quite meeting his eyes. Her body shivers with conflicting sensations; the anger she feels toward him for pushing her buttons mingling with the inevitable pleasure that still courses through her.

"Just hurry up and finish already," she mutters after a moment of awkward silence, resigning herself to enduring this unwanted advance until he's satisfied. It's easier than trying to talk him out of it or fighting back; both options seem equally pointless at the moment.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his sudden display of strength as he manhandles her into a full nelson, pinning her arms and legs to the couch with little effort. "Hey!" she yelps, struggling uselessly against him as his words sink in. Her cheeks flush hotly and she glares up at him from under her lashes, refusing to admit that he's gotten to her with those harsh words.

The way he holds her makes it impossible for her to squirm away from his thrusting hips, which only serves to heighten the sensation as he takes her roughly and powerfully. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she tries not to let him win this game, but it's becoming more difficult with every passing second. "Fuck you," she whispers between clenched teeth, her body betraying her with each moan that escapes her lips.

Her breath hitches as he speaks those words, and for a moment she feels truly panicked. This wasn't supposed to be about having babies with some creepy pervert! But even as the thought crosses her mind, she knows that it doesn't matter what they talked about before; in this moment, all that matters is how good he feels inside of her.

Tears slip silently down her cheeks as her body quakes and shudders beneath him, each orgasm more intense than the last. She struggles against his grip, but it's no use; he's stronger than she is, and there's nowhere for her to go. And even if there was, part of her doesn't want to leave this twisted version of reality where he makes her feel so wanted... so needed.

"No," she gasps out, "I'm not..." Her hips arch up off the couch in response to another mind-shattering climax, and for a moment she forgets everything but the pleasure coursing through her veins. But as soon as it passes, that cold knot of fear returns to her stomach, making her shiver uncontrollably beneath him.

Maggie stares at him, eyes wide with horror, as he says those words. It feels like the air has been sucked out of the room, leaving her gasping and trembling in its wake. His hands are still locked around her, his body still thrusting inside of her, but she doesn't feel any pleasure anymore; only disgust and revulsion.

"You..." She struggles to find the words, "you can't do that." But even as she says them, she knows it's too late. He already has, and there's no going back now. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she tries desperately to fight him off, to make him stop, but he's stronger than she is and shows no signs of letting up anytime soon.

She feels like a breathless fish, thrashing uselessly on the hook in a vain attempt to escape; helpless and terrified as she watches her life spiral out of control. Her voice breaks when she finally speaks again: "Please... stop..." But even then, he just smirks down at her, taking her words as another challenge to be conquered.

Maggie stares up at him with burning tears in her eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he continues to take her roughly and unrelentingly. The knot of fear in her stomach twists tighter, making it hard to breathe; she's never felt so trapped before. Tears flow freely down her face now, mingling with the sweat and cum that coat her skin.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to speak past the lump in her throat. "Just... just stop." She swallows hard, trying to find the strength to beg harder, but finding herself paralyzed by his gaze and the pleasure-pain that still coursed through her body. "Please..." Her voice breaks again, but this time there's a new note of desperation in it; of surrender.