The Four Roommates in Suite 142: Chapter 1

Becky and I had been dating for three months before she confessed that all she wanted was for me to treat her like a sex toy. Sex had been getting more and more aggressive every time. First she wanted me to take her front behind. Then she wanted me to slap her ass and fuck her as hard as possible. She became obsessed with me pulling out and cumming all over her face and when I wasn’t doing that she would want to kneel while I pumped my cock in and out of her throat, holding her head so she couldn’t pull away. The entire time she would have her hand buried in her crouch till she starting shaking in violent orgasm. While some times the orgasm left her so tired that she would fall asleep shortly after, other times she would just put my dick in her mouth and lay there sucking on it while I fell asleep. Needless to say when she showed up one day with hand cuffs I wasn’t surprised and the week later she had me duct tape her mouth shut while I fucked her over my desk, she looked please as I jismed into her face and then wiped my cock off using the short hair on top of her head.

She spent the entire day in anticipation always wanting me to take her and humiliate her. When we were alone that was all she talked about and finally she showed up before we were supposed to go out with some friends carrying a Pet Smart bag and pulled out a soft, black, leather dog color with inlaid red bone designs and a matching leash. She begged me to put it on her and to cal our friends and RSVP in the no to dinner that night. I capitulated, and she was naked on her knees before I could hang up; the color and leash held out to me with her palms up and a hug smile on her face.

That night I spent nearly thirty minutes walking her around my dorm room on her hands and knees. I would tell her to sit and order her to rub her nose against my crouch.  Made her remain on all fours the entire night, and at one point had her climb up onto my desk after cleaning it off where I inspected her like I veterinarian. Inserting my fingers in her pussy while she moaned and shook. I then pushed my fingers, sopped in her juices, deep in her throat while I used the leash to keep her head pulled far back. While I did this I took turns rubbing her clit, pinching her nipples and shoving my finger into her vagina tracing my fingers along her g-spot. After five minutes of this constant treatment I had to pull out my fingers from her mouth for fear of choking her mid orgasm. I let go of the leash and she collapsed on the desk. I pulled her mouth open by her nose, unzipped my fly and pushed my erect cock into her tired mouth. The face fucking did not last long before I jismed down her throat and she gulped down my load of cum.

After regaining my composure I slapped her ass and told her to get up and walk on all fours to the bed. She cuddled up beside me and fell sleep naked, still wearing her collar and leash.

The next morning I woke to her showered, fully dressed, kneeling at the end of my bed and wearing her collar.

“Mike I just want to be your slave. All I want is for you to use me. It turned me on more than anything in the world to have you treat me like your little bitch. Let me be your little cock slave.” She said with a pathetic look on her face.

“Becky, I would be happy to have you as my slave, but there is one little problem, I don’t think you would be happy just being a slave. In the past four weeks you have been the one really in control every time we have sex. And to be perfectly honest while I love what we do, and I think you’re are beautiful and amazing, frankly I am in college and on occasion have shit to do. I don’t know if you have noticed but I am not a performance art major. While you are doing your routines for grades I need to study and write papers. Its hard enough staying on top of you demands as it is.”

She looked shocked. Her mouth was a gaping hole and this time not because she wanted my dick in it. “Mike, don’t say that I love to please you, that’s all I want. Please don’t break up with me I will be less aggressive I promise!” She whined out in concern.

“Whoa! What? Break up with you? Who said anything about breaking up with you?” I said shocked at her cries. “I think you’re wonderful and would never break up with you. And I love how aggressive you are. Its sexy and I could never feel this way about someone without that sort of drive and strength.”

Now she was perplexed, “So what is the problem?” She asked frustrated by my response.

“The problem is that you’re not really just a submissive and we need to find you a play mate.” The frustrated look on her face faded quickly and all that was left was a wide and sinister smile.

“ Can I have more than one?”