"Oh..." He breathes out, understanding dawning on his face. "You mean...?" His voice trails off as she nods encouragingly, her hands sliding further down until they reach the waistband of his boxers. With a gentle tug, she pulls them down over his hips, revealing his hard length to her touch.
"Mmm..." She moans softly, cupping him in her hand and stroking him slowly from base to tip.
Rose slowly guides his length to her own, the opening ready to be filled.
"Rose..." He exhales shakily as she guides them together, their bodies aligning perfectly. His eyes flutter closed as he feels the pressure build between them, and then with a soft grunt, he thrusts forward, burying himself inside her. She moans around him, her body trembling from the pleasure of finally being filled again.
"Oh fuck..." He groans, moving his hips in short, jerky motions as he takes her, feeling every inch of her tight warmth surrounding him. "So good..."
Their days pass by in a blur of classes, studying, and... even more sexual exploration. Their roommate arrangement seems to have turned into something much more intimate and satisfying for both of them. They find themselves spending every free moment together, whether it's in their shared bed or elsewhere on campus where they can be discreet about their activities.
In their shared bedroom, Chranth's the one being plowed by their femboy roommate with their thick, girthy, throbbing length. But when else where within campus, Chranth's the one mounting her femboy roommate's thick, girthy, throbbing length in the most secretive spots over the campus.
As time passes, they grow bolder in their actions. They begin to sneak away from the dorm during parties or club meetings, finding secluded spots where they can fuck each other senseless. Their friends and classmates start to notice the change in their relationship, but no one says anything. It almost seems as if everyone knows what's going on between them...
Oh shit, I didn't mean... I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable or anything. Jesus, that was a bad choice of words on my part. I just meant... you know, maybe we could be friends with benefits? If that's something you'd be into?
I shouldn't have sprung it on you like that. I apologize.
"You could've picked better words or just say the friends with benefits instead..." Rose said, as she looks at her now throbbing length before whispering to herself in a low voice. "... it's... so big..." Rose whispered as she stares at her erection pulsing.
Well then, Rose. How about this? I promise not to push you into anything uncomfortable and that we can just take things slow. If you ever want to try out my dick or if you need me to help you with yours, all you have to do is ask. Deal?
His fingers dig into your hips as he feels the edge of his climax approaching. With one final thrust, he erupts inside you, filling your womb with his hot seed. You cry out, arching your back off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.
He holds still for a moment, catching his breath before pulling slowly out, leaving you gasping and spent beneath him. "See?" he pants, looking down at you with satisfied eyes. "That's what happens when you belong to me."
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He leans in and kisses your neck gently before getting off the bed to dispose of the condom he'd worn earlier. When he returns, he climbs onto the bed beside you and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. For now, it seems there will be no more rough sex or punishments; just this contented silence as you both catch your breath.
As you drift off to sleep in his arms, you can't help but wonder what he has planned for tomorrow...
I moan into the kiss, arching my back as he touches me in just the right spot. His fingers move faster and deeper, curling up to massage my prostate while his other hand continues to stroke himself.
"Do you want more?" he asks huskily, pulling away from the kiss to look down at me. "Want my cock inside of you?"
I nod frantically, unable to form words as desire overtakes me completely. He smirks, leaning forward and positioning his huge erection at my entrance.
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He pushes slowly inside of me, inch by excruciatingly tight inch. I gasp and bite down on my lip to stifle the noises escaping from my throat as he fills me up like never before. When he's finally seated all the way inside, he looks down at me with a satisfied smile on his lips.
"How does that feel?" he asks huskily, beginning to move slowly. "You feel so good wrapped around me."
Days turn into weeks and then into months. As promised, Femboy keeps you as his personal slut even after the bet is over. He takes care of you, feeds you, clothes you...but only in exchange for your body. You are his to use however he pleases, whenever he wants.
At first, it's difficult to adjust to this new life, but eventually, you learn to accept it. Femboy is kind when he feels like being kind; cruel when he feels like being cruel.
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As time passes, you find yourself falling for him against your better judgment. You watch as he studies for exams or practices his music late into the night, and a strange sort of affection blossoms inside you. It's not love exactly...more like an intense infatuation with the person who controls every aspect of your life.