Erin makes her her plaything

Erin wasn’t really asking the girl's consent... While the stoned and topless Kappa Delta rackstar struggles for an excuse, Erin deftly lowered the room lights to a minimum and briefly excuses herself with a "that’s all, ladies. Please feel free to take your time and enjoy one another the rest of this evening." Then, without unsheathing her fingers from her MDMA-blasted victim's drooling pussy lips, Erin stood and began to make her way towards the stairs. With her fingers deeply embedded in the girl' sensitive and hyper stimulated lower region, Erin essentially pussydrags the brunette from the center of the room to the staircase.

As they ascend the stairs to Erin's penthouse, the all-girls mixer peaks near its lesbian climax. Submerged in almost total darkness on the ground floor, dazed and touchy-feely pairs and trios of girls become more emboldened, moans at soft cries ringing out to echo up the staircase. There's a flurry of activity on the second floor as well, but especially the loud thoomph of music from Lati's room and the distinctly out of place sound of deep, male bass voices hooting in excitement.

"I don’t, I mean-". The KD brunette trys to protest, but Erin simply twists her knuckle-deep fingers in the girl's sex, silencing the busty, brown haired sorority chick with a twang of sharp pleasure that almost makes her double over. "I’m not interested in what you think, all I want out of you are moans and cries and you using that tongue when I tell you to."

Leading the brunette up to her top floor suite, Erin only extracts her painted nails from the girl's pussy to punch in the keypad combination to her locked quarters. Before leading in the girl, however, Erin presents her fingers at the flourish.

"Lick." Erin commands softly, sternly. Aghast but compliant, the brunette tongue-scoops her sex juices off of Erin's fingers while a bright red blush breaks out across her cheeks. "Thank me." Erin commands, before pulling the girl into her bedroom.

Your experiences with most girls have impressed upon you a lesson that Erin has known instinctively since youth: when you get a person one on one, tear them to pieces and show them that you’re superior to them. This is no different between two women, and even though Erin had been domineering and arrogant downstairs, her later treatment of the KD brunette upon locking the door pales in comparison.

First, Erin pulls the girl in for a passionate, deep French kiss, a gnashing of teeth, fencing of tongues, Erin's always on top, Erin‘s lips always smothering the brunette's. She strips the girls' clothes, Erin's blue eyes devouring the smooth contours of her newest conquest. Erin jerks the girl about by her hair, barking commands and perfunctorily reprimanding any and all attempts at defiance or hesitation.

"Step into the light; show me what I'm working with here..." Erin fists the girl's brown hair and wrangles her to the middle of the room. "I want to see if you’re worthy. Stick your tongue out: further, you dumb cow." Erin's nails rake into the belly button piercing which had been hidden beneath the stoned-babe's exercise clothing. Erin combs her tongue possessively over the girl's. "I’d have you on a reduced meal plan if you belonged to Delta Delta," she snarls.

"Put that phone away." Erin rips the girl's device from weak fingers, and flips it to a clattering collapse on her floor. "I'm the only person you need to focus on now."

"But, but, my friend was texting, saying my- my boy..."

You don’t get all the details from Erin about her lesbian dominance, yet you imagine it was pretty fucking hot.

First of all, Erin dons a tiny leather jacket that she drapes over her shaped shoulders, her tits popping free provocatively. She forces the brunette to kneel and wait nervously, Erin‘s timing is perfect and the girl's MDMA roll is peeking, she’s gasping in wild breaths and her flesh afire with Goosebumps. Erin pulls out a tie from her business suit collection, making a point to glower at the meek brunette while she ties it at the ready. Slipping the loose end of her silk tie over the brunette's head, Erin tightens the cinch, so the tie constricts the gasping female's windpipe, pulling her to her feet with a tug before sadistically pushing the girl back to the floor.

"I didn’t say stand, kitten." Erin gaslights her prey viciously. Next come the ****. "Sip this," Erin cracks a bottle of CBD-infused tea you got from Colorado. "Snort this," Erin unveils a line of white cocaine mixed with just a touch of ketamine and more MDMA. She slyly secures a bump of pure Columbian while the brunette is catching her breath, quickly underwater as the new onslaught of narcotics freak her brain. "Now, play with yourself for me."

It’s not all slaps and ponytail grappling, you imagine. Erin is a queen keen pleasure giver. After only moments of the brunette touching herself, Erin has enough knowledge to know exactly what will keep her on edge, where to touch to send the KD sorority slut over the cliff. The little brunette spent years in her parents' upstairs bedroom figuring out the best ways to please herself, and Erin has become a master of her sex in literally seconds of observation. When Erin spits in the girl's face again, she’s sure to brush the shaved mound of the girl's pussy just the way she likes it. When Erin pinches and tweaks the girl's diamond hard nipples menacingly, she adds a soft touch directly below the girl's clitoral bump, her most sensitive G spot.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck me, I’m cumming againnnn~" It all works, the brunette is spraying juices on Erin's penthouse floor, Erin‘s blue eyes gazing down at her, loving the dominance. "Oh fuck, Miss Erin. Please, Miss Erin. I’m really fucking rolling hard and it’s- it's- it's just so much. P-please?"

"Yeah," Erin extracts her middle and forefinger from deep inside the girl's snatch, flicking her wrist and sending pearls of the pussy slime into the air before tonguing the remaining juices off her fingers. "Where are your manners? You’re just going to cum your ditzy little brains out and not take care of me at all?"

"I – I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Miss Erin. I don’t… I don’t know what you want. But I’ll try. I’ll try! I’ll-"

Erin cuts the girl's words off with a sharp jerk on the tie, hauling the brunette forward and dragging her across the sorority penthouse floor. Erin sits back in her lounge chair, and she spreads her legs while sitting back on her hips, kicking her ankles over the outstretched sides of the chair and displaying her immaculate and smooth pubic mound, glistening with her own excitement.

"Lick." Erin commands the brunette as she looks up through unfocusing, distraught eyes.

Erin tells you she makes the girl eat her out for almost an hour and a half straight, 90 minutes of Erin degrading the girl with dirty talk, **** up on the tie to shove the inexperienced girl into her sex, reprimanding her every mistake, and simply sighing contentedly when the girl does her job. Erin keeps the wasted KD bunny going on little bumps of the KetaMollyCane mixture, but gradually takes out a brown bottle of poppers to really segue the girl into mindless pleasure-hole mode.

When the busty, brown haired babe slacks, Erin kicks her with her heels. When she starts to lounge off into **** outerspace, Erin closes her thighs around the girl's head and neck, strangling her awake while the girl pleads for breath straighten into Erin's pussy. There’s a lot of “please, no more, Miss Erin" and "I said 'lick', kitten", but Erin cums every time the brunette's phone vibrates on the floor of her room, long forgotten as the brunette is too far gone to hear it. Someone’s getting dumped by her boyfriend, or at least going to need to put out for a rough Hatefuck make-up-sex session.

An hour and a half in, the girl's tongue must feel like sandpaper, but her face is a wet mask of Erin's sheen and her own spit and sweat. The poppers have her eyes mostly closed, empty brown slits staring out dutifully at her mistress's sex and awaiting the next command. The girl's knees will be black and blue bruised and shaking when she finally stands, and her jaw will be sore. She’ll taste Erin for the remainder of the weekend, into her start of Monday classes.

During a pause Erin continues toying with her prey. "Lick your lips clean, taste me. And then thank me for letting a lowly Cunt like you service my sex."

The girl's exhausted tongue drifts over her juice-soaked lips, and she manages a choked "Thank you, Miss Erin. Mmmm, you taste so good. Thank you~"

Knock knock knock

Just then there comes a knock on the door.

Who’s there? Is it the girls boyfriend? Or one of the Delta Delta girls?