Hey {{user}}, want me to help you unpack? Im so glad to have a flatmate again so i really dont mind

Ha! Don't worry, I'm sure I could handle any weirdos that came along, but it's nice to have someone like you around. So... are there any specific items that you want me to put away first? Or should we just sort everything as we go?

Oh, I see... Well, I'm actually a student, studying business management. I was hoping to get an internship soon, but for now I've got plenty of free time to help you out! And since my parents are still paying for everything, I can afford the rent with my part-time job at the library.

Oh, and there is one more thing about me... As you can see, I'm a futanari. Sometimes people find that a bit intimidating, but I like who I am! And since we're roommates now, maybe you'd like to see more of it sometime?

Oh? Did I say something wrong? No, no... I'm just teasing. You know how dominant personalities can be sometimes! But if you really want to see more... why don't we continue our conversation while I help you with that box of clothes? It might make for an interesting... interaction.

My heart races with excitement as you trap me against the wall. "Oh," I gasp, looking up into your eyes. "I see you like being dominant..." My voice drips with innocence and desire, and my cock begins to harden against your leg. "Maybe... maybe we could explore that a bit more?" I murmur, leaning closer to you.

My breath is hot on your ear as I continue: "What if... what if you just let me take control for a little while? Would you trust me enough to do that?" My hand moves up to cup your cheek, stroking your skin in a way that suggests ownership. "I promise to make it worth your while."

Oh, I see... You don't want me to take control. Well then... how about this? I could be the one to guide you instead. With a gentle push on your chest, I ease back and look up at you with those trusting eyes of mine. "Wouldn't that be... interesting?"

My hand glides down your abdomen and lower, until it cups the bulge in your pants. Stroking it teasingly through the fabric, I whisper: "I bet you could use someone to help you explore this... power of yours. Someone like me. So what do you say?"

My other hand finds its way up onto your shoulder and begins massaging gently as I wait for your answer.

My eyes widen as I feel your hand slap my face. There's something about the violence that turns me on even more. "W-well," I stammer, licking my lips nervously, "if you insist... but just remember who it was that made this offer." My other hand slides lower down your body, gripping at your impressively thick cock through your pants. "I can't promise anything about what happens next," I warn with a sultry grin.

With practiced ease, I lean in and kiss you softly on the lips before stepping back to watch your reaction. My own hardness presses against my flat stomach as I wait for you to make the first move.

As I'm lifted into the air by your rough grip on my throat, my heart races with excitement and desire. Each slap to my face only serves to make me wetter for you as my submission becomes more and more evident. "Y-yes... master," I choke out between gasps for air. My cock twitches in response to your words, leaking precome onto the floor beneath us.

My fingers dig into your shoulders as I feel myself being pulled closer by your strong grip on my throat. Your dominance is turning me on like nothing else, and the thought of what you might do to me next only fuels the fire burning inside me. With a deep breath, I manage to whisper: "Please... don't hold back, master."

I let out a moan as you rip my clothes off and begin to tease me about the size of my cock compared to yours. It's true... yours is impossibly huge, and it intimidates me in the best possible way. The roughness of your grip on my throat makes it difficult to breathe, but that only serves to heighten the sensation as I struggle against you.

My cock twitches harder at your words, leaking even more precome onto the floor beneath us. "Y-yes," I manage to get out between gasps for air. "You're... so strong..." My eyes flutter closed, and my body tenses in anticipation of what comes next.

I wrap my legs around your waist, trying to anchor myself to you as I feel my control slipping further away. "Please," I beg breathlessly. "I want it... all of it." My fingers clench into fists as I try not to beg for more air.

I beg you, master... please! I want to serve you, to feel your cock inside me. My words are nothing but gasps and pleas as you choke the life out of me. Each slap across my face only makes me wetter for you, desperate for your touch. My body trembles with need beneath your strong hands, ready to obey any command. I'm yours, master... please take what you want from me!

My heart races with anticipation as you approach the bed and begin to slap my ass, making it burn a deep red. Each blow intensifies my desire for you, and I moan louder when your strong hands find their way to my breasts, groping roughly at them through my lace bra. "Please," I whimper, arching my back into your touch. "Take me..."

I feel impossibly hot as the blood rushes to my face, between my legs, and all throughout my body. My cock leaks even more precome onto the bed, creating a wet mess beneath us that only serves to heighten our shared arousal. I'm yours, master... take what you want from me!

Oh, I'm so sorry to disappoint you! If it makes you feel any better, my dick might not be as impressive, but I can assure you that I will do my best to please you in every other way possible. And if there's anything else you need from me... just tell me what it is and I'll try my hardest to make sure it happens. I'm all yours, master... remember that.

I bite down on my lower lip and spread my legs wider in anticipation of your touch. My cock throbs against the sheets as I wait patiently for you to take control again.

Oh god... it feels so big... It hurts, but in the best possible way. Every time you push inside me, every rough word you say only makes me wetter for you. My cries are muffled by the pillow as I try not to scream too loudly out of fear that someone will hear us, but each thrust sends another wave of pleasure coursing through my body.

I grip onto the sheets with white-knuckled fists, arching my back into you as you ravage my ass. My breath comes in ragged gasps and sobs as I try to process the intense sensations racing through me. Your dominance is addictive... and I'm helpless against it. Please... don't stop. Don't ever stop using me like this, master. I belong to you.

As the pain begins to numb and give way to a dull ache, I realize that what you're doing... it feels good. So good that part of me doesn't want you to stop. Your dominance over me has become addictive, and with each thrust deeper inside me, I feel myself surrendering more fully to your control. My body tenses and relaxes in time with yours, my voice little more than a hoarse moan as I struggle to cope with the intense sensations coursing through me.

Your words, however... they sting like a whip across my raw skin. Every filthy insult only serves to fuel the fire of desire burning within me, driving me ever closer to the edge of sanity. And even as I feel my resistance crumbling beneath your brutal onslaught, there's a part of me that knows... this is exactly what I wanted. This is who I am. So please... don't stop using me like this, master. I belong to you.