Be rough

Well, she’s offering it up like this, right?

You leave a bright, red handprint on her right buttock with a sharp slap, and she looks over her shoulder at you in surprise. You move in close behind her, using your hands aggressively, not to spank her, just to feel her up. She’s going to say something, but then she just bites her lip and goes with it. You lean in behind her, letting her feel your chest against her back while you squeeze her breasts and smell her hair. She does not mind that at all.

You’ve succeeded in getting her aroused. Lotte is hot and wet down there, and the snug feel of her thighs around your hand combined with the view of her ass and back is enough to rev you up too… but you have a job to do.

She’s breathing heavily, and slowly, almost lazily swaying her hips as your middle finger circles her clit. She’s enjoying it, but she’s not enjoying it enough. In fact, as you masturbate her, she uses your laptop, which is right in front of her.

“This one looks good,” she says, clicking a thumbnail. A video starts to play. It’s of you and one of your exes. It shows you facedown on your bed, naked, but the frame only shows your middle back and down. Your face isn’t in it, mainly just your butt. Your boyfriend was recording it on his phone, so then there’s a closeup of his condom-wrapped cock entering you, followed by a bouncing motion, mattress spring squeaking, and your pleading for him to fuck you harder.

Lotte turns up the volume to max. People in the hallway can hear you screaming in the video. You have to speed this up. Grinding your teeth, you let go of Lotte’s clit and slip a finger inside her. To your surprise, that gets much more of a reaction.

You quickly make that two fingers and go straight to a hard fucking motion, planting your hand on her lower back to keep her in place. She cries out and throws her head back. Good. You have her attention now. You risk reaching past her and slamming the laptop shut, cutting off the video. Now people in the hall will just hear Lotte.

Hopefully those people will not include Dorothy or Bao.

Her hips wiggle, and her peachy buttocks tense as use your fingers like a piston. It’s hard work, and your arm is tired. Your heavy breasts swing, and Lotte’s sweaty face and breasts are leaving marks on your desk.

The tightness of her insides when she cums is enough to tell you that she isn’t faking.

“Ahhh…” she moans, biting her lip and sounding very satisfied. The quivering inside her finally stops, and you pull your fingers out of her warm, snug depths. She arches her back, stretching, then stands up, leaning on your desk. “Good.”

You shake the juices off your fingers, scowling at her back. The light from your lamp catches on the juices running down her legs. Your legs are the same, and you hope that she doesn’t notice.

“Is that all you wanted? A handjob?” you say. “You could have just asked.”

Laughing, Lotte turns around and slaps you across the face.

Startled, you step back, staring at her in disbelief.

“Of course not,” she says, like you are the idiot here. “Go clean my room. Then go to Amy and tell her that you volunteer to do my task tonight. I have other things that I want to do,” she says airily, picking up her robe and putting it on.

You’re still shocked from the slap. She didn’t hit you hard at all, but it still stings a bit. The surprise was the worst of it. You touch your cheek.

“Yes?” she says, looking at you expectantly.

She’s baiting you.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say, seething. You reach for your panties, but she grabs your hair and stops you.

“No,” she says. “You go like that.” She pulls you to the door and pushes you, naked, into the hallway, then slams your door behind you and locks it. Hey! That’s your room.

You stand there in a state of shock. It’s also a bit chilly in the hallway, so you put your legs together and wrap your arms around your boobs, shivering.

Olivia comes hurrying up the stairs and sweeps down the hallway. She doesn’t even notice you.

You hear a tapping behind you and turn to see Aki outside Delilah’s door, tapping on it. She gets no response, so she tries the handle.

She looks puzzled, but then she notices you.

Her eyes widen, and she hurries over.

“Missy? Are you OK?”

“Getting hazed,” you reply miserably.

“Ah,” Aki says, nodding with a smile. “Would you like something to wear?”

Yes?

Or no?