Loud

The rustling you heard when waking up was about as unfamiliar as the wet tongue lapping against your testicles and the dainty hand you felt jerking you under the covers.

Peeking down, you saw your loyal maid servicing your morning wood; a probable new routine you had to take responsibility for and accept.

. . . Roommate's gone, you thought with a sigh, that was mostly masked by a groan at the maid doubling her efforts; sensing your waking movements.

Just when you were about to get in the mood of fucking away more guilt, a loud knock started pounding from your apartment's front door.

"You fucker, I'M not paying your rent for nothing!!" screeched, loud enough to stun an otherwise devoted tongue.

Right, that bitch, she was still expecting some man-servant work; and this was just going to be another thing for her to rant over.

You looked over at your servant; considering to have her sub for you, but that's too much for your bitch of a neighbor to enjoy.

Making a small addendum to Marilyn's note, you told the maid to keep tending to the apartment by herself; much to her disappointment, and left.

Marilyn looked down at you just as disgusted as she did to see you move in, even with how irresistibly she hungered underneath her display.

Greeting the bitch next door, she was eager to complain about the slight time she waited for, and the tasks she wanted done immediately.

"wow, let's see how long you can wait next time then" You responded dryly, opening up her soulless apartment with a wannabe art-decor design.

She wanted you to make her breakfast, water her plant, and lastly clean off the table; all doable ,you figured.

Her fridge was packed with a ton of trendy ingredients that she had yesterday's servant load; with her unrelentingly bitching about her dietary and health needs for the finest ingredients, that until then she had satisfied by dining out at the most superficial establishments.

You could feel the pain from having to stock all this bullshit, so you only grabbed the most basic sausage, eggs and biscuits; despite all her complaints about the fats and carbs, and how it was the last retard to load those things in.

All her ranting was just background music under the sound of the skillet.

You really traded away a friend just to feel the fire she was sending off in you...

She huffed with her arms crossed as you brought a plate and glass of milk to the table.

"You can't expect me to eat this processed trash?!"

You wordlessly moved her chair to the corner of the room as she squirmed against your remarkably stronger grip, and then went to eating your breakfeast in peace.

Almost.

"My card paid for that!"

*Munch*

"I told you to make ME food! Retard!" She screeched, ignoring her own blushing and the heat she felt.

After finishing your meal you sat up, and walked over to her potted plant, pissing into the soil and stunning her at the sight of your cock; pulsing to such a large size from sheer rebellion.

Staggering out of her seat, "Y-Y-You?!" she stammered in confusion; wanting to be superior and have a servant but being so damn horny and seeing you as such an irresistible manly man.

You walked over to her as her thighs trembled, soon tossing her over the table to check out her fat ass and give it a few smacks.

She cried out,"Heyy! I'm your boss here!", trying to hide the lust in her voice and dripping down her thighs.

She made no actual effort to resist, especially as you pulled her skirt up and started taping her cheeks with your inhumanly massive rod.

She went quiet and even started rubbing back against you in a mad hunger against her pride.

The addendum you made to the note earlier was 'acts of rebellion against her boost masculine traits for the duration of service' so you should have more than enough to ruin this bitch for payback.

Wasting no effort breaking her ass in, regardless of how tight she was and rough you were, you successfully banked on hentai logic; stamping all of her ego down as she twitched tightly to you stretching out her stuck up ass.

As she twitched and wobbled on your rod, her fat cheeks were ideal to see clapping, yet all her grunts and groans were enough to give you flashbacks from how bitchy her voice is, so you clapped her ass even harder to forget.

"Yessss! Do that you poor fuck!" she started moaning out, throwing her fat cake back with the instinctual talent of a hentai babe.

"Fucking sink it into me!" she demanded, like she was anywhere close to being in control here.

You pulled back for a bit and spanked her ass, pulsing up even more from the rebellion, and only then sinking in even more strength to crush her down.

"Pl-please! ahhha yes!" She moaned at the pressure bulging her gut, and tried to piston and shake her ass back to be the most cooperative toy for you.

Your balls slapped hard against her seethingly wet pussy; shocking her weakened legs and setting off fireworks in her mind. She drooled and shrieked mindlessly over her large rack and sputtered out across the table as it violently shook from how hard she was getting fucked.

She degraded back to her origins as a spoiled bitch, mewing "Please daddy, ohhh fuck Yesh! Daddy!"; tightening up her body as you pulled her up by her hair and railed deep into this crying whore, with a hyper-masculine sized load soon filling her guts and her pussy spraying hard onto your balls.

You figured she was loud enough for even the neighbors to hear; including your slutty servant, so you gave her fat ass just a couple more hits, before roughly dropping her back down to cushion her faceplant with her big tits as she fell limply on the table; her face smeared down in her own slobber.

Pulling out of her well-filled gape, you admired how her body twitched and shook in its rightful place; mainly her red ass that kept its wobble even in her daze.

You just left her there; you did have a class to get to after all.