Samantha gives you the rules of the Dorm

You look down at your naked body once more, asking yourself how you even got yourself into this situation. Your penis is rock hard, being covered by a silken pillow in the room of someone whom you still consider to be a stranger, and all you can think about is jerking off.

But suddenly, you feel and hear a loud bang at the end of your bed frame. You slowly look up in front of you to see Sam’s foot on your bed frame, standing in front of you with a stern look on her face.

“Alright, thanks to your sudden arrival, I gotta lay down some ground rules for ya!” Sam says with arms crossed under her tits, her nipples being very noticeable through her sports bra. Her voice rings with a tone of harshness that you’ve rarely heard before, besides that of the wrath of Ms. Graves.

“First of all, no jerking off in the room! I don’t want no cum stains on anything, and I sure as hell don’t want to catch you touching yourself to me, got it?” Sam says with a bit more bite in her voice, her eyes staring directly at the pillow shielding your cock. You nod your head slightly in response.

“Secondly, I don’t even want to see your dick at all! When in the dorm, keep that disgusting junk of yours hidden from my eyes!”

At first, you feel a bit annoyed as your eyebrows furrow. You think the rule is a bit unfair, but you know that trying to object in this **** state that you are in can lead to a world of hurt and even more embarrassment if you object.

“Finally, don’t, under any circumstances, touch me with your pervy fingers! If I catch you breaking any of these rules, I’m gonna grab your pale, naked ass and **** you to sleep in the lobby, you got that?” Sam finishes, now waiting for your confirmation.

You once again give her a meek nod, but she slams her foot on the bed, which shakes the core of your body.

“I need a verbal confirmation, McCoy!” Sam’s says through gritted teeth.

“Y-Yes Samantha!” You blurt out in fear for your life.

Sam scoffs at you and finally takes her foot off the bed before walking over to the kitchenette to your right. You sulk in a unique combination of horniness and misery as you sit there begging to have had a better roommate than Sam, all while your cock is rubbing up against the smooth, silken pillow sheet.