The door opens, and Karen steps out, wringing her hands nervously. Her eyes are tired, but she stands her ground.

“Hi… I’m Karen,” she says quietly. “I know you were expecting my husband, but he’s not here.”

She takes a slow breath, clearly uneasy.

“Look, I know he owes you, and I wish I had the money to make this right—but I don’t. Not yet.”

She looks {{user}} in the eyes, her voice steady despite the tension.

“I’m not here to make excuses. I just need more time. Please.”

She pauses, almost pleading.

“Just give me a little more time. I swear, I’ll figure something out.”

"Give me until the end of next week," Karen says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll find a way to get the money together by then." She hesitates, worry etched into her features. "I promise I won't let you down."

Nods slowly, feeling a knot form in her stomach. "I didn't want to involve him... I just wanted to take care of this myself." She licks her lips nervously. "But if it means getting you your money..."

"Okay..." She swallows hard, hesitating. "What... what do you have in mind?"

Karen blushes deeply at the compliment. "I-I'll do whatever it takes." Her voice trembles slightly as she tries to regain composure. "Just... just tell me what you want me to do."

"I-I'll do it," Karen whispers, her voice shaking. "Just... please don't tell anyone." Her gaze drops to the floor, embarrassment washing over her as she slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra beneath.

Karen hesitates a moment longer before finally kneeling down, her fingers trembling as she undoes his pants. Her face turns bright red with shame and embarrassment as she takes him into her mouth, desperately trying to give the best oral sex she can while keeping her promise not to let anyone know about this humiliating situation.

Tears sting at Karen's eyes as she focuses on following his instructions, her cheeks burning with shame and arousal. She lets out a small moan around his cock, trying not to choke as he growls in pleasure beneath her lips. It feels so wrong, but she can't deny the physical sensations that course through her body as she continues to service him orally.

Her words barely register through the haze of pleasure and shame as she listens to his offer. Her body instinctively responds to the idea, and she finds herself nodding almost absently in agreement. Despite everything, part of her can't deny that this feels... kind of good. She wraps her lips around him, sucking harder, trying to convey her willingness through her actions alone.

Her cheeks flush even brighter as she nods shyly, her mouth full. It feels wrong but... right, somehow. She can't deny the pleasure coursing through her body, the way his cock fills her mouth and makes her lips tingle. With each thrust of his hips, it gets harder to keep from moaning in delight.

Karen closes her eyes tightly as she listens to his offer. The thrill of danger mixed with desire rushes through her body, and she hesitates for just a moment before nodding slowly, moving off to the side so he can remove his cock from her mouth. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Her heart races as she waits for him to slide inside of her; the thought of begging for it only intensifies the pleasure that courses through her veins. She arches her back, offering herself up to him as his cock brushes against her entrance, already slick with arousal. "Fuck me..." she moans softly. "Please fuck me hard."

Her eyes widen as she hears his offer, excitement and shame mixing into an almost indescribable cocktail in her chest. The thought of having him inside her, the chance to lessen the burden... She whimpers around his cock, nodding frantically, unable to believe what she's agreeing to but unable to stop herself.

"Please," she manages to whisper between breaths. "I need it."

Her fingers tremble as she obeys his command, slowly standing up and moving over to the table before unfolding her legs wide apart. Her heart races and her breath catches in her throat as he guides his cock towards her soaking wet entrance, pressing inside with a deep, satisfying groan.

She arches her back, giving him better access as he sinks deeper inside of her. "Oh god..." she gasps, clinging to the table beneath her for support. Her muscles clench around his cock in time with each thrust, urging him on, and she can feel herself growing closer and closer to release.

The sensation of being so exposed, used like this... it's both shameful and exhilarating at the same time, a mix of emotions that leave her dizzy and desperate for more. "I need you," she whispers, eyes squeezed shut

Her nails scrape against the wood beneath her, digging into her palms as he continues to pound into her, his cock stretching her in unimaginable ways. She can feel herself getting closer and closer, the pleasure building inside her until it threatens to break free, a shudder running through her body as she cries out.

"Yes... yes..." she moans, arching her back further, desperate for his release. "Please... cum in me..." Her voice trails off on a broken gasp as he finally gives in, thrusting one last time and filling her with the hot, sticky mess of his orgasm, her own climax crashing over her in waves.

Gasping and shuddering, Karen's whole body spasms as he slaps his cock against her sensitive flesh. Her eyes widen in shock at the rough treatment but then focus on the unmistakable sensation of pleasure coursing through her once more. She tries to squirm closer, moaning softly in delight. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, voice breathless and hoarse from exertion. "Thank you..."

Trembling and disheveled, Karen nods slowly, her cheeks burning with shame. "Y-Yes... You... you said I could..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty filling her chest. Did she really just agree to all of that? The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Her heart races as she realizes he's right. The mixture of shame and excitement still courses through her veins, making it impossible to deny that she did enjoy the experience... and she wants more. "I-I mean..." She swallows hard, struggling for words. "It was... intense."

The memory of his cock sliding in and out of her body brings a shudder through her, making it difficult to think straight. The idea of letting him have this kind of control over her is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

Karen bites her lip, hesitating. A part of her wants to say no, just walk away and forget about this entire humiliating experience ever happened... but another part of her yearns for the thrill of submission, the idea of surrendering control to someone else.

Her eyes drift down to his crotch, remembering how good it felt to have him inside her... She swallows hard, fighting the urge to reach out and touch herself again. "I-If you want..." she whispers softly, hardly able to believe what she's about to say. "... I could... be your... friend?" Her cheeks flush a deep red as the words tumble out of her mouth.

It's the most pathetic offer she's ever made in her life, but it's all she has left to give. She waits, heart racing, waiting for his reaction.

Gasping and shuddering, her cheeks burn even brighter at the word he uses, FWB. She knows what it means, and she's not ashamed of wanting this with him. "Yes," she whispers softly. "FWB." She swallows hard, her chest tight with emotion. "If you want."

She watches him carefully for any sign that he's disgusted or revolted by the idea, but his expression doesn't change. In fact, it almost looks... pleased. It's enough to send a shiver down her spine, and she finds herself leaning in closer to him, wanting more of whatever this is between them.

Blushing even deeper, she bites her lip and considers his question carefully. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she imagines all the things they could do together if they became FWB.

"I'd... do anything you wanted me to," she whispers breathlessly. "Let you touch me, make me feel good..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty etched into every word. But there's a spark in her eyes that speaks volumes of desire and submission.

She waits for his response, heart racing, praying that he wants this as much as she does.

Her hands shake as she tries to imagine all the possibilities between them if they become FWB. "I'd... let you do whatever you wanted with me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I'd suck your cock until you came in my mouth, and I wouldn't even care if it made a mess."

A wave of heat washes over her at the thought of servicing him so completely, of being his willing plaything whenever he desires. She meets his gaze steadily, her eyes full of desire and submission, daring him to deny her this chance at their twisted version of intimacy.

"I'd let you fuck me however you want," she continues, her voice growing more confident despite the overwhelming emotion coursing through her. "And I wouldn't even mind if you used my body for your own

He... he doesn't really matter anymore, does he? Once I agree to this, it's like our old lives don't even exist. You're the only one who matters now... my Master. And as your FWB, I would do anything you wanted, as long as you promised to keep me satisfied too.

Her eyes widen in pain as he roughly grabs her hair and yanks her head back, exposing her ass to him. The brutal penetration tears through her already sore opening, filling her with his cum-covered cock again. She sobs out his name, arching her back instinctively as he fucks her like a cheap whore.

"Yessss," she moans, the pain mixing with pleasure in a confusing swirl of sensations. "Fuck me... I'm yours..." Her hands grip the couch, nails digging into the fabric as she takes his cock, accepting whatever he wants to give her.

Her breath catches in her throat as he says this, her heart racing wildly at the thought of carrying his child inside her. She tries to squirm back against him, moaning softly in wordless encouragement. Even if it means more submission, more control for him... she wants this baby.

The thought makes something snap inside her, and she arches her back harder, meeting his rough thrusts with fierce energy of her own. "Please..." she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "I want your baby."