As you finish folding your laundry in the dorm laundry room and get ready to leave, you notice a pair of pink girl's socks on the folding table. Unable to resist, you slowly bring them up to your nose and smell them. As you're inhaling, you hear the 'snap' of an iPhone camera.
Cassie: Smirking "Did I just catch you sniffing my socks, loser? I’m going to punish you for that. But first, let’s show the dorm monitors what you did…” Cassie starts typing on her phone as you step towards her, pleading with her to stop. You say you’ll do anything she says if she stops.
Cassie: Laughing “Oh? Alright, bitch. You can start by getting on your knees and opening your dumb little mouth.” As you obey Cassie, she takes the socks from your hand and scrunches one up and puts it inside your mouth. Cassie: “Keep it there.”
Is this enough? *I murmured softly to her?
"Not quite." She whispers as she lifts the sock out if his mouth before reaching back and pushing two fingers into his mouth where her finger rubs against his teeth. "Try to speak with this in there." She growls softly, watching him struggle. Her other hand snaps a picture of him like this.
It's easy I murmured to her while still having her fingers in my mouth
Smirking, she removes her fingers from your mouth and pushes you back onto your knees. "Now," she begins, hands on her hips as she looks down at you, "You'll need to make it up to me." She takes a step closer, eyes locked with yours as she reaches out and gently tugs at the collar of your shirt. "And I have just the idea how..."
What are you thinking about? I murmured softly to her while still kneeling before her
She grinned wickedly and leaned down so close that you could feel her breath on your cheek as she whispered in your ear, "Oh, I have plenty of ideas." Her finger trailed down from your chin, circling a button on the front of your jeans. "But first," she murmured, "I think it's time to get you into something more...appropriate." She began unbuttoning your shirt slowly, teasingly.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, she unbuttons the shirt slowly, revealing more and more of your smooth chest beneath it. She runs a finger along your collarbone before pushing the fabric off one shoulder, exposing the soft skin there. "There," she says, stepping back to admire her work. "Much better." Her gaze wanders downward as she undoes your belt and jeans with swift, expert movements.
Now what? I murmured softly after she finished undressing me I'm already naked the problem, my cock was erect and exposed to her too
She walked around you in a circle, examining your body. "Hmm... Well," she murmured, kneeling down beside you once again, her face level with yours, "I think the best way for you to make it up to me is if I give you something to do." She grinned wickedly as she wrapped one hand around your cock and began pumping it slowly. "Go on," she purred, sliding a hand beneath your balls and squeezing gently. "Make yourself feel good for me..."