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Roommates with Benefits

The alarm blared ruthlessly, yanking me from a dream I could not quite remember. It was his alarm, not mine, but my body reacted instantly, a biological imperative as ingrained as my own heartbeat. I slid carefully out of bed, my feet touching the cold floor as I moved silently toward the kitchen.

My hands moved efficiently, almost independently, as I prepared his breakfast. I knew precisely how he liked it — two eggs, flipped quickly, toast barely browned, coffee strong and black. I placed the plate and mug on the table, my heart beating with anticipation. It was a feeling I had grown accustomed to, a feeling I secretly craved.

He entered the kitchen, and I knelt instantly beside him, my head bowed slightly as I presented his breakfast. His presence was palpable, like a weight settling on me as he sat down. I waited patiently, ready to serve him however he needed. This was our routine, a dance of submission and dominance that had become as natural to me as breathing.

He finished his breakfast, his eyes on me, sharp and assessing. I tried vainly to keep my gaze down, but I stole glances at him, my hands trembling slightly as I knelt beside him. He noticed, his expression unreadable, setting down his fork and turning fully to face me.

“Look at me,” he commanded firmly.

I complied immediately. His intense gaze pinned me in place. He reached out slowly, his fingers gently stroking my cheek with a surprisingly soft touch. Then, abruptly, his hand moved to my chin, gripping it firmly and pulling me closer. His grip was strong, reminding me of the power dynamic between us. I could feel my heart racing. What would he do next? His grip on my chin tightened briefly before he released me, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Strip,” he ordered.

I stood up slowly, pulling my shirt over my head without hesitation. My pants followed, then my underwear, until I was standing naked before him, exposed and vulnerable.

He took his time, his gaze roaming over me slowly. Then, he stood up and began to circle me. He lingered on my breasts before moving down to my ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. I could feel the humiliation burning in my cheeks, but at the same time, I also felt a rush of arousal pooling between my legs. Why did this feel so good? I stood still, my breath hitching as his hands explored every part of me, waiting for his next command. His hands left my body, and he stepped back, his eyes locked on mine.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded coldly.

I hesitated for a moment, the humiliation of the act making my cheeks burn. But I knew better than to disobey. My hand moved between my legs, finding my clit, already swollen and sensitive. I began to rub it slowly, with tentative movements at first, but growing more confident as I felt the pleasure building.

He watched me intently as I touched myself. I could see the bulge in his pants growing, his cock hardening as he enjoyed the sight of my submission. The knowledge that I was turning him on only heightened my arousal, and I felt my pussy growing wetter with each stroke. I spread my legs wider, giving him a better view, my fingers moving faster. I wanted him to see, to know what he did to me. His voice cut through my haze of arousal.

“On your knees,” he ordered, and I dropped to the floor without hesitation. “Crawl to me.”

I began to move toward him, my hands and knees pressing into the cold floor. I could feel his eyes watching my every movement, and the humiliation of it was what I needed.

As I reached him, he unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock. It was thick, veiny.

“Suck it,” he commanded.

I leaned in, my mouth opening to take him in. The salty and masculine taste filled my senses as I began to suck his cock. I took him deep into my throat, gagging slightly as he hit the back of my mouth, but I pushed through the discomfort, eager to please him. My lips stretched wide around him, and I began to bob my head, taking him deeper with each pass. Saliva dripped from my mouth, coating his cock and making it slick and shiny. I could hear the wet sounds of my mouth on him. I was desperate to take every inch of him.

His hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me up from the floor. He spun me around roughly and bent me over the kitchen table, exposing my ass. I braced myself, my hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. The first spank came hard and fast, the sound of his hand hitting my flesh echoing through the apartment. I gasped at the sting, but before I could process the pain, another spank landed, then another, each one leaving a burning mark on my skin. It hurt, but in a way that made me want more.

Without warning, he moved his hands to my hips, his grip tight and possessive. He positioned himself behind me, and I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy. With one brutal thrust, he was inside me, his hips slapping against my ass. He began to fuck me hard, each thrust pushing me forward against the table. The force of his movements made the table shake. His cock stretched me, the sensation bordering on painful, but I was soaking wet. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust, feeling amazing. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he used my body for his pleasure, each thrust more degrading and intense than the last.

He leaned over me, pressing against mine as he continued to fuck me. His breath was hot on my ear as he began to whisper.

“You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

I moaned in response, the sound torn from me as his cock hit a spot deep inside me.

“You love being used like this, don’t you?”

My pussy clenched around him, the humiliation of his words only making me more aroused.

“Yes,” I gasped. “I’m your fucking slut.”

“That’s fucking right. You’re my little fucktoy, here for my pleasure.”

His pace increased, each thrust harder and more brutal than the last.

“You feel that, slut?” he grunted, his cock slamming into me. “You feel how much I enjoy using your body?”

I could only moan in response, my body shaking with each thrust, the dirty talk pushing me closer to the edge. God, I was close.

He abruptly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and desperate for more.

“Get on the table,” he commanded.

I quickly complied, turning around and lying back on the kitchen table, my legs spread wide for him. He stood between my thighs, his cock slick and glistening with my juices. With one swift motion, he entered me again, his cock easily sliding into my wet pussy.

He began to fuck me missionary, pinning me to the table with his body. His weight on me was heavy and dominating, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me with each thrust. I moaned loudly as his cock hit every sensitive spot inside me. His hands gripped my shoulders, holding me in place as he used me for his pleasure. The table creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with the wet slapping of our bodies. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he fucked me.

He suddenly pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my stomach.

“Show me your ass.”

I quickly complied, arching my back, offering my ass to him. I could feel the cool air on my exposed skin.

He took his time, massaging my ass before I heard the sound of a bottle opening. Something cool and wet dripped onto my skin, and I realized he was lubing up his fingers. He started with one finger, slowly pushing it against my tight asshole. I gasped as he pushed past the resistance. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust to the sensation. The initial discomfort gave way to a strange pleasure as he began to move his finger in and out, stretching me gently. I focused on relaxing, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he prepared me for more. This was new.

His finger continued to move in and out of my ass, the sensation increasingly pleasurable. Suddenly, he added a second finger, stretching me further. I gasped at the added pressure. He began to scissor his fingers, stretching me wider, preparing me for more.

Then, he positioned himself behind me again, his cock pressing against my pussy. He entered me again with one hard thrust, his hips slapping against my ass. The dual sensation of his cock in my pussy and his fingers in my ass was almost too much. He moved fast, his cock and fingers working me at the same time. My body trembled, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. I could feel every inch of him, the stretch and burn of my ass, the fullness in my pussy, all combining to overwhelm my senses. His grip on my ass tightened as he used my body for his pleasure, moving faster and faster.

He abruptly pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. His cock was slick with my juices.

“Clean my cock,” he commanded.

I quickly turned around and dropped to my knees in front of him, my mouth opening to take him. I could taste myself on him as I began to suck him eagerly. My eyes locked onto his, watching his reaction.

He gripped my hair tightly, taking control as he began to fuck my mouth roughly. His hips moved in quick, brutal thrusts, his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. Tears streamed down my face, but I kept my mouth open, taking everything he gave me. With a final, deep thrust, he came, filling my throat. I swallowed every drop, still trembling from the intense session. It was the best one yet.

As he pulled out of my mouth, he looked down at me with a satisfied expression.

“Clean this shit up,” he grunted. “And don’t even think about leaving a single fucking spot.”

I stood up, my naked, used body on full display as I began to move around the kitchen, cleaning up the mess we had made. My mind was focused solely on pleasing him and fulfilling his desires. He could use me however he wanted, whenever he wanted. The thought made me drip onto the floor. And then I cleaned that, too.

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