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Amber's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped out of the Uber, the cool night air brushing against her exposed skin. The house loomed large and imposing, its windows dark and foreboding. She adjusted the tight black dress that clung to her curves, feeling a mix of defiance and vulnerability. Bold red lipstick added a touch of rebellion to her look, and the choker around her neck concealed the bruise left by Dele’s possessive kiss.

She took a deep breath and walked up the driveway, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. The front door opened before she could knock, revealing Oswald standing there with an awkward mix of excitement and nervousness. His wide eyes behind thick glasses darted over her form, lingering on her cleavage.

"You came," he said, his voice trembling slightly.

"Of course I did," Amber replied, her tone laced with disdain. "Let's get this over with."

Oswald led her inside, the house eerily quiet and empty. They climbed the stairs to the second floor, and he pushed open the door to what was clearly his parents' bedroom. A king-size bed dominated the room, and a camera on a tripod pointed directly at it. Amber raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Your parents know you use their room for this?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Oswald fidgeted, avoiding her gaze. "They're not home tonight."

Amber sauntered into the room, her hips swaying provocatively. She turned to face him, crossing her arms under her ample breasts. "So, what now? You want me to strip for the camera?"

Oswald's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He stammered, "I... I just wanted to see... your boobies."

Amber uncrossed her arms, letting them fall to her sides. "Is that all? You think you can **** me with some blurry picture of me looking at a cheat sheet and then just ask to see my breasts?"

Oswald nodded vigorously, his eyes wide with anticipation.

Amber sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine. But only because I feel sorry for you."

She reached behind her back, unhooking the delicate shoulder straps of her dress. The fabric slid down her arms, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lacy black bra that barely contained her generous breasts. Oswald's eyes bulged, his breath coming in short gasps.

"Turn around," he demanded, his voice cracking.

Amber complied, turning slowly so he could get a good look at her toned back and the curve of her ass. She felt a surge of power, knowing she had this pathetic boy wrapped around her finger.

"Now what?" she asked, her voice sultry.

Oswald hesitated, then stepped closer, his hands trembling as they reached out to touch her. Amber tensed, but let him trace his fingers along her spine, his touch light and hesitant.

"Do you like that?" she purred, tilting her head to look at him over her shoulder.

Oswald nodded, his face flushed. "Yes, very much."

Amber smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. "Good. Now, why don't you show me what else you want?"

Oswald swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I... I want to touch them."

Amber turned fully to face him, her bra-clad breasts rising and falling with each breath. "Go ahead, then."

Oswald's hands shook as they cupped her breasts, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. Amber bit her lip, feeling a strange mix of revulsion and arousal. She watched his face contort with pleasure, his eyes closing in bliss.

"Harder," she whispered, her voice a seductive command.

Oswald squeezed tighter, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the lace. Amber gasped, her body responding despite herself. She leaned into his touch, feeling a thrill run through her veins.

"That's it," she murmured, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. "Keep going."

Oswald's breathing grew heavier, his hands moving more confidently now. He kneaded her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened. Amber's own breath quickened, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She should stop this, she knew. But something about the power dynamic, about being in control, made her want to push further.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered, her voice firm.

Oswald hesitated, then began fumbling with the zipper of his hoodie. Amber watched, her eyes narrowing as she took in his skinny frame, the pimples dotting his face, the way his hands trembled with need. When he stood before her in nothing but boxers, she couldn't help but laugh.

"You really are pathetic, aren't you?" she taunted, her voice cold.

Oswald's face fell, his shoulders slumping. "Please, don't say that."

Amber looked at Oswald and told him, "I say what I want to say." She then approached the camera and without hesitation, pushed it to the ground. The camera made a disturbing loud sound as it fell, its lens cracking upon impact. Oswald's eyes widened in panic, his hands flailing as he tried to process what just happened.

"The camera! You broke it!" he exclaimed, his voice shrill with distress.

Amber ignored his outburst, her focus solely on him. She grabbed him by the wrist with one hand, pulling him close, and with the other, she gripped his hip, forcing him to face her. Before he could react, she leaned in and kissed him deeply, her tongue probing his mouth with an intensity that left him breathless. Oswald's breath came in short gasps, his mind reeling from the sudden onslaught of sensations.

When Amber finally pulled away, she commanded, "Get rid of your underwear and lie on the bed." Oswald complied quickly, his hands trembling as he removed his boxers and lay down on the bed, belly up. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through him.

Amber slowly approached his exposed penis, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. Amber's eyes flashed with disdain as she looked down at Oswald, his silly attempt at **** still fresh in her mind. "You really thought you could **** me with some dumb picture? Pathetic," she spat, her words cutting deep.

Oswald's eyes welled up with tears, his lower lip trembling. He had never felt so small, so utterly humiliated. The realization of his own foolishness hit him like a ton of bricks, and he couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

Amber noticed the teary-eyed boy beneath her and felt a surge of satisfaction. She knelt beside him, her fingers trailing down to his exposed penis. Without warning, she wrapped her lips around it, sucking harshly. Oswald gasped, his body tensing as she took him into her mouth with a **** that left no room for gentleness.

Her tongue worked furiously, swirling and pressing against him with an intensity that bordered on painful. Oswald's hands instinctively reached for her head, but he hesitated, unsure if he dared to touch her. Amber's eyes met his, cold and unyielding, daring him to make a move.

"Is this what you wanted?" she demanded between rough sucks, her voice muffled by his flesh. "To feel like a man for once?"

Oswald could only nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to beg her to stop, to tell her he didn't deserve this, but the words stuck in his throat.

Amber continued her ****, her movements becoming more aggressive, more punishing. She wanted him to remember this moment, to know that he could never control her, never manipulate her. As his hips began to buck involuntarily, she pulled away, leaving him panting and ****.

"Remember this," she whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "Remember who owns you."

Amber straddled Oswald, her movements deliberate and controlled. She positioned herself above his erect penis, her vaginal lips brushing against the tip. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, but she maintained her icy composure. With one swift motion, she lowered herself onto him, feeling him fill her completely.

Oswald gasped, his eyes rolling back as pleasure surged through him. Amber leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth with relentless intensity, leaving no room for hesitation or thought. Oswald's hands finally found their way to her back, gripping her tightly as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

When Amber pulled away, she looked into Oswald's eyes and saw the blissful expression that mirrored his earlier anticipation. Without warning, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the room. Before he could react, she did it again, harder this time.

Oswald's face contorted in confusion and pain, tears welling up in his eyes once more. He couldn't understand why she was doing this, why the woman who had just given him such intense pleasure was now causing him agony.

Amber didn't offer any explanation. Instead, she began to move, rising and falling on his dick with a rhythm that was both punishing and exhilarating. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, each slap reminded him of his place. Oswald's mind was a chaotic mess of emotions, but his body responded instinctively, driven by the primal need for release.

As Amber rode him with increasing fervor, she leaned down close to his ear, her breath hot and accusatory. "Do you always **** women to get your dick wet?" she demanded, her voice dripping with contempt.

Oswald shuddered, the reality of his actions crashing down on him. "N-no," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a virgin."

Amber's eyes flashed with renewed anger. "Not anymore," she sneered, her movements becoming more violent. She slammed down onto him with ****, each thrust punctuated by a sharp insult. "You think this makes you a man? You're nothing but a pathetic little boy who can't get what he wants any other way."

Her words cut deeper than any physical pain, but Oswald couldn't deny the pleasure that still coursed through him. He was trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, his body betraying him as it responded to her relentless ****.

"Look at you," Amber taunted, her fingers digging into his chest. "So **** for attention, for validation. You thought you could control me? You thought you were special?" She punctuated each question with a hard thrust, her hips grinding against him with a fury that left him breathless.

Oswald's mind was a chaotic mess, his thoughts fragmented and disjointed. All he could focus on was the overwhelming sensation of being inside her, of feeling her power and dominance. He wanted to beg her to stop, to tell her he didn't deserve this, but the words stuck in his throat.

Amber felt the telltale twitch of Oswald's impending climax and quickly shifted her position, pulling away just as he began to ejaculate. His semen spurted out in weak, uncontrolled bursts, splattering across his own belly and chest. The sight disgusted her, but she waited patiently for his orgasm to subside, her eyes cold and unfeeling.

Once he was spent, she repositioned herself above him, her vaginal lips once again brushing against the tip of his still-hard penis. With a deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto him, feeling him fill her completely. This time, there was no hesitation, no pause. She began to ride him with a fervor that left no room for thought, her hips moving with a rhythm that was both punishing and exhilarating.

Oswald's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling under the onslaught of sensations. "Please," he begged, his voice hoarse. "Stop... I can't take it anymore."

Amber's response was swift and brutal. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the room. "Shut up," she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. "You don't get to ask for anything."

She continued to ride him with increasing intensity, her movements becoming more violent, more demanding. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, each skin contact reminded him of his place. Oswald's mind was a chaotic mess, but his body responded instinctively, driven by the primal need for release.

Finally, with a cry of triumph, Amber reached her peak, her body shuddering with orgasm. Oswald followed suit, his second climax washing over him like a tidal wave, his semen spilling deep inside her.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Amber pulled away, standing up and dressing herself with deliberate slowness. She looked down at Oswald, her eyes filled with disdain. "Pathetic," she spat, her voice cold and cutting. "You'll never learn."

Without another word, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving Oswald lying on the bed, utterly humiliated and broken.