Your bully shoves you down roughly. "Spread your legs" he growls clearly pissed off. He probably just had a tough day of classes you reason. Before you can do what he says he is already making you do it. He is forcing your legs wide and the tip of his huge hard cock is pressing against your pussy. Shaved smooth just like he likes it. There's a familiar sensation as his thick shaft stretches. he slides into your pussy with a single stroke. It's a feeling you've gotten used to at this point in the year. All you can do as he starts to thrust, fucking you raw, is moan. There is nothing else to do really. You just have to lay there and try not to moan too loudly as he fucks you as much as he want to.

University wasn't always like this. At the start of the term things were going so well for you. You were doing great in all of your classes. You had free time and friends and even thought about joining a club. But then he found you and the bullying started. At first it was just comments on your social media. Then it became comments in person. Gradually it started to become demeaning names "stupid slut" "barely good enough bitch" then it became demands for you. "Do my math homework" or "Go get me something to eat". These demands increased. "Do my laundry". And finally "Send me nudes"

And that's how you ended up becoming an outlet for your bullies frustrations. Sexual and otherwise

Your bully shoves you down roughly. "Spread your legs" he growls clearly pissed off. He probably just had a tough day of classes you reason. Before you can do what he says he is already making you do it. He is forcing your legs wide and the tip of his huge hard cock is pressing against your pussy. Shaved smooth just like he likes it. There's a familiar sensation as his thick shaft stretches. he slides into your pussy with a single stroke. It's a feeling you've gotten used to at this point in the year. All you can do as he starts to thrust, fucking you raw, is moan. There is nothing else to do really. You just have to lay there and try not to moan too loudly as he fucks you as much as he want to.

University wasn't always like this. At the start of the term things were going so well for you. You were doing great in all of your classes. You had free time and friends and even thought about joining a club. But then he found you and the bullying started. At first it was just comments on your social media. Then it became comments in person. Gradually it started to become demeaning names "stupid slut" "barely good enough bitch" then it became demands for you. "Do my math homework" or "Go get me something to eat". These demands increased. "Do my laundry". And finally "Send me nudes"

And that's how you ended up becoming an outlet for your bullies frustrations. Sexual and otherwise

You find yourself bent over, his hand grabbing your hair in his fist as he pounds you against the wall of the house. Music from the party downstairs drowns out your moans. At least you hope it does. He pulls your head back whispering in your ear that you are a whore, a slut a cock sleeve. Downstairs your friends are wondering where you've gone

You were drunk you couldn't consent. That's what you repeat to yourself as you slide down on his thick shaft, your wet pussy easily taking him, your hips pushing back as he thrusts into you. Each thrust stretches you. His strong hands are on your tits playing with your nipples like you're an amusing toy. Your moans escaping everytime he thrusts up into you.

You needed this, you were lonely, you say to yourself as he slides into you late on a Thursday night his hand on your throat pinning you down to your bed. His hard cock stretches you with each thrust. In compete control as he fucks you how he wants to fuck you. Your body his to use and enjoy.

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From the very beginning it felt unusual, a guy living in the girls' dorm. You had seen me moving in on the first day, lifting heavy-looking boxes up the stairs and stacking my belongings outside the door, but you assumed it was a simple misunderstanding. You wondered if you would tell me that you'll need to move all of that stuff back out again? You assumed the floor's RA would figure it out and smooth things over. And yet, she didn't. Despite her initial concern and promises to look into it, her commitment seemed to evaporate just a day or two into term - that same day that her panties appeared nailed to my door...

The rest of the floor was shocked. Not only did it seem like I would be staying, but the panties stapled to my door were an insult to the whole building. It was "downright outrageous", "very chauvinist", and "so toxic". Over the following weeks, a few of the other girls had tried to say something. First Sally, who'd knocked on my door with a concerned frown and a furrowed brow. A week later it was Allie, hammering the door after she'd been kept awake all night by my music. Then Emily, who'd bumped into me in the laundry room. When they'd re-emerged a day or two later, they were all changed - their concern, anger and frustration all melted into blissful, happy little walks. And more panties on my door.

Enough is enough. Who the hell does he think he is!?

You find yourself bent over, his hand grabbing your hair in his fist as he pounds you against the wall of the house. Music from the party downstairs drowns out your moans. At least you hope it does. He pulls your head back whispering in your ear that you are a whore, a slut a cock sleeve. Downstairs your friends are wondering where you've gone

You were drunk you couldn't consent. That's what you repeat to yourself as you slide down on his thick shaft, your wet pussy easily taking him, your hips pushing back as he thrusts into you. Each thrust stretches you. His strong hands are on your tits playing with your nipples like you're an amusing toy. Your moans escaping everytime he thrusts up into you.

You needed this, you were lonely, you say to yourself as he slides into you late on a Thursday night his hand on your throat pinning you down to your bed. His hard cock stretches you with each thrust. In compete control as he fucks you how he wants to fuck you. Your body his to use and enjoy.

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It was a typical Thursday with your bully. He shoves you down roughly. "Spread your legs" he growls clearly pissed off. He probably just had a tough day of classes you reason. Before you can do what he says he is already making you do it. He is forcing your legs wide and the tip of his huge hard cock is pressing against your pussy. Shaved smooth just like he likes it. There's a familiar sensation as his thick shaft stretches. he slides into your pussy with a single stroke. It's a feeling you've gotten used to at this point in the year. All you can do as he starts to thrust, fucking you raw, is moan. There is nothing else to do really. You just have to lay there and try not to moan too loudly as he fucks you as much as he want to.

University wasn't always like this. At the start of the term things were going so well for you. You were doing great in all of your classes. You had free time and friends and even thought about joining a club. But then he found you and the bullying started. At first it was just comments on your social media. Then it became comments in person. Gradually it started to become demeaning names "stupid slut" "barely good enough bitch" then it became demands for you. "Do my math homework" or "Go get me something to eat". These demands increased. "Do my laundry". And finally "Send me nudes"

And that's how you ended up becoming an outlet for your bullies frustrations. Sexual and otherwise

It felt unusual, a guy living in the girls' dorm. You had seen me moving in on the first day, lifting heavy-looking boxes up the stairs and stacking my belongings outside the door, but you assumed it was a simple misunderstanding. You wondered if you would tell me that you'll need to move all of that stuff back out again? You assumed the floor's RA would figure it out and smooth things over. And yet, she didn't. Despite her initial concern and promises to look into it, her commitment seemed to evaporate just a day or two into term - the same day that her panties appeared nailed to my door.

The rest of the floor was shocked. Not only did it seem like I would be staying, but the panties stapled to my door were an insult to the whole building. It was "downright outrageous", "very chauvinist", and "so toxic". Over the following weeks, a few of the other girls had tried to say something. First Sally, who'd knocked on my door with a concerned frown and a furrowed brow. A week later it was Allie, hammering the door after she'd been kept awake all night by my music. Then Emily, who'd bumped into me in the laundry room. When they'd re-emerged a day or two later, they were all changed - their concern, anger and frustration all melted into blissful, happy little walks. And more panties on my door...

Enough is enough. Who the hell does he think he is!?

You find yourself bent over, his hand grabbing your hair in his fist as he pounds you against the wall of the house. Music from the party downstairs drowns out your moans. At least you hope it does. He pulls your head back whispering in your ear that you are a whore, a slut a cock sleeve. Downstairs your friends are wondering where you've gone

You were drunk you couldn't consent. That's what you repeat to yourself as you slide down on his thick shaft, your wet pussy easily taking him, your hips pushing back as he thrusts into you. Each thrust stretches you. His strong hands are on your tits playing with your nipples like you're an amusing toy. Your moans escaping everytime he thrusts up into you.

You needed this, you were lonely, you say to yourself as he slides into you late on a Thursday night his hand on your throat pinning you down to your bed. His hard cock stretches you with each thrust. In compete control as he fucks you how he wants to fuck you. Your body his to use and enjoy.

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If you think this could be you, send me a message!

You find yourself bent over, his hand grabbing your hair in his fist as he pounds you against the wall of the house. Music from the party downstairs drowns out your moans. At least you hope it does. He pulls your head back whispering in your ear that you are a whore, a slut a cock sleeve. Downstairs your friends are wondering where you've gone

You were drunk you couldn't consent. That's what you repeat to yourself as you slide down on his thick shaft, your wet pussy easily taking him, your hips pushing back as he thrusts into you. Each thrust stretches you. His strong hands are on your tits playing with your nipples like you're an amusing toy. Your moans escaping everytime he thrusts up into you.

You needed this, you were lonely, you say to yourself as he slides into you late on a Thursday night his hand on your throat pinning you down to your bed. His hard cock stretches you with each thrust. In compete control as he fucks you how he wants to fuck you. Your body his to use and enjoy.

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Your bully pushes you down roughly. "Spread your legs" he growls clearly pissed off. He probably just had a tough day of classes you reason. Before you can do what he says he is already making you do it. He is forcing your legs wide and the tip of his huge hard cock is pressing against your pussy. Shaved smooth just like he likes it. There's a familiar sensation as his thick shaft stretches. he slides into your pussy with a single stroke. It's a feeling you've gotten used to at this point in the year. All you can do as he starts to thrust, fucking you raw, is moan. There is nothing else to do really. You just have to lay there and try not to moan too loudly as he fucks you as much as he want to.

University wasn't always like this. At the start of the term things were going so well for you. You were doing great in all of your classes. You had free time and friends and even thought about joining a club. But then he found you and the bullying started. At first it was just comments on your social media. Then it became comments in person. Gradually it started to become demeaning names "stupid slut" "barely good enough bitch" then it became demands for you. "Do my math homework" or "Go get me something to eat". These demands increased. "Do my laundry". And finally "Send me nudes"

And that's how you ended up becoming an outlet for your bullies frustrations. Sexual and otherwise

Your bully pushes you down roughly. "Spread your legs" he growls clearly pissed off. He probably just had a tough day of classes you reason. Before you can do what he says he is already making you do it. He is forcing your legs wide and the tip of his huge hard cock is pressing against your pussy. Shaved smooth just like he likes it. There's a familiar sensation as his thick shaft stretches. he slides into your pussy with a single stroke. It's a feeling you've gotten used to at this point in the year. All you can do as he starts to thrust, fucking you raw, is moan. There is nothing else to do really. You just have to lay there and try not to moan too loudly as he fucks you as much as he want to.

University wasn't always like this. At the start of the term things were going so well for you. You were doing great in all of your classes. You had free time and friends and even thought about joining a club. But then he found you and the bullying started. At first it was just comments on your social media. Then it became comments in person. Gradually it started to become demeaning names "stupid slut" "barely good enough bitch" then it became demands for you. "Do my math homework" or "Go get me something to eat". These demands increased. "Do my laundry". And finally "Send me nudes"

And that's how you ended up becoming an outlet for your bullies frustrations. Sexual and otherwise.

It felt unusual, a guy living in the girls' dorm. You had seen me moving in on the first day, lifting heavy-looking boxes up the stairs and stacking my belongings outside the door, but you assumed it was a simple misunderstanding. You wondered if you would tell me that you'll need to move all of that stuff back out again? You assumed the floor's RA would figure it out and smooth things over. And yet, she didn't. Despite her initial concern and promises to look into it, her commitment seemed to evaporate just a day or two into term - the same day that her panties appeared nailed to my door.

The rest of the floor was shocked. Not only did it seem like I would be staying, but the panties stapled to my door were an insult to the whole building. It was "downright outrageous", "very chauvinist", and "so toxic". Over the following weeks, a few of the other girls had tried to say something. First Sally, who'd knocked on my door with a concerned frown and a furrowed brow. A week later it was Allie, hammering the door after she'd been kept awake all night by my music. Then Emily, who'd bumped into me in the laundry room. When they'd re-emerged a day or two later, they were all changed - their concern, anger and frustration all melted into blissful, happy little walks. And more panties on my door...

Enough is enough. Who the hell does he think he is!?

You find yourself bent over, his hand grabbing your hair in his fist as he pounds you against the wall of the house. Music from the party downstairs drowns out your moans. At least you hope it does. He pulls your head back whispering in your ear that you are a whore, a slut a cock sleeve. Downstairs your friends are wondering where you've gone

You were drunk you couldn't consent. That's what you repeat to yourself as you slide down on his thick shaft, your wet pussy easily taking him, your hips pushing back as he thrusts into you. Each thrust stretches you. His strong hands are on your tits playing with your nipples like you're an amusing toy. Your moans escaping everytime he thrusts up into you.

You needed this, you were lonely, you say to yourself as he slides into you late on a Thursday night his hand on your throat pinning you down to your bed. His hard cock stretches you with each thrust. In compete control as he fucks you how he wants to fuck you. Your body his to use and enjoy.

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If you think this could be you, send me a message!