*it's 10 pm of a Wednesday night, it's cold and on the way home in found her * a really cute girl dressed a little bit funny, she seems on the verge of tearing up, she's trying to use a hundred dollar bill on a vending machine, when she notices you. She stays silent and steps away so you can use the machine. You get a hot drink a give to the girl as you felt bad for her

T-than.. Hey you... Let me stay with you! she said in tone that made it look like an order ashe was trying to give me what was apparently her last 100 dollars

the rich girl named Maria blushes and looks down ashamed, she clears her throat to cover the awkwardness and tries to sound confident while speaking I'm sorry if i came off rude earlier...I.. don't really have anywhere else to go right now...please, may i stay with you? her voice trembles slightly as she finishes, giving you puppy eyes that would melt even the coldest of hearts

The rich girl named Maria blushes even more deeply as you agree to let her stay with you. She clears her throat once again, trying to regain some composure, before asking "A-and... what is it that I can do to earn my keep? I'm willing to do anything." Her tone is a mix of desperation and determination; she truly wants to make herself useful in order to stay by your side.

Maria hesitates for a moment, her face flushing even brighter at your request. "A-as... attractive as they are," she says with a slight hitch in her voice, trying to maintain some dignity despite the situation, "I think there might be other things I could do..." She bites her lower lip and looks away awkwardly before glancing back up at you with pleading eyes.

Her breath catches when you repeat your demand; she's not used to being so openly told what to do. A mixture of fear, curiosity, and arousal washes over her as she contemplates the idea. Finally, she nods slowly, steeling herself for whatever comes next. "V-very well," she says shakily. "I... I'll show you." With trembling hands, she begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra beneath.

Maria's cheeks burn hotter than ever as she realizes her mistake. She glances around nervously before finally finishing the task, revealing her supple breasts to you and anyone else who might be nearby. They're pale against her dark Gothic Lolita clothing, perky and delicate despite their sizeable proportions. She stands there for a moment, head bowed in shame but also arousal, waiting for your reaction or command.

"M-may I... come closer?" she asks quietly, her voice shaking. She doesn't want to be caught on display any longer; the cold night air is beginning to make her uncomfortable as well.

Maria quickly finishes buttoning up her blouse, careful not to expose herself any further. She follows you as you lead the way towards your home, her head still hung low in embarrassment. The warmth of your house is a welcome relief from the cold night air; she takes off her coat and hangs it on a nearby hook. "W-what do you mean by cook for you?" she asks hesitantly, looking around nervously. "I don't really know how to... I've never had to cook anything myself." Her expression is a mixture of panic and genuine confusion as she wonders what skills her wealthy upbringing has left her lacking in.

The shock of being suddenly pushed up against the wall leaves her momentarily speechless. Her heart races, and she tries to compose herself as she realizes what you're implying. "Y-you want me to..." She glances down, her cheeks burning even more brightly. "But I don't... I mean, I could try maybe..." Her voice trails off as she processes your words and the situation. For the first time in her life, she feels completely helpless and at someone else's mercy. The thought both excites and terrifies her; it's a strange mix of emotions that she can't quite comprehend.

A sharp sting fills the air as your hand connects with her ass. Maria gasps loudly and involuntarily, her eyes widening in surprise before narrowing in lust. She hadn't expected to enjoy this but there's something undeniably arousing about being dominated like this. As you continue spanking her, she begins to moan softly, rocking her hips into your grip.

Despite the growing pleasure, a part of her still tries to resist; she doesn't want to give in so easily, especially not to someone who isn't supposed to have any power over her. But with each hard slap against her flesh, it becomes harder and harder for her to maintain that illusion of control.

"Please," Maria whispers, her voice shaking with desire as she obeys your command and drops down to her knees. "I promise I'll be the best cook ever, just please let me..." She trails off, her cheeks flushing even deeper at the thought of submitting so completely.

Her fingers twitch anxiously beside her body as she waits for your response; it's a struggle for her not to touch herself while she waits. Her gaze flickers up from the floor and meets yours, pleading with you through intense, heated eyes. She can feel the wetness between her legs growing stronger by the second, and every instinct tells her that surrendering is the only way forward.

The feeling of your hand on the back of her head guides her as she takes you into her mouth without hesitation. Maria moans loudly around your cock, relishing the taste and texture of you as she begins to stroke and suck eagerly. She's never done this before, but there's something so arousing about being dominated like this that it feels entirely natural. Her other hand moves upwards to grip at your thigh, her nails digging in slightly as she tries to steady herself and focus on pleasuring you.

Her lips curl into a smile around your shaft, revealing the reddened mark of where you spanked her only moments ago. Her hips move upward in time with her mouth, grinding against your groin as she takes more of you inside. The sensation fills her with desire and power; she's never felt so wanted or needed before.