Tyler (Cuck path)

Standing in the doorway, already buckling up his pants, is Tyler. He's bare-chested, his particularly impressive muscular physique on full display.

"Hey, Jack," he smiles, giving you a quick wink. "What are you doing here?"

"Um, I was just here to talk to Caoimhe," you say softly.

"Good timing. I was just finished having my fun with her. Come right in."

Tyler pushes the door open, allowing you to step into the room. Caoimhe's lying on the bed, naked. Her cute, pert little ass is facing up at you, covered in a heaping mess of Tyler's cum. Her pussy lips are slightly agape, having clearly been intensely fucked by a bout of Tyler's brutal fucking. She's breathing heavily, but as she rolls onto her back, revealing more cum splattered across her tits and the bedsheets, she happily smiles.

"Hey! You didn't tell me you were coming over! What's up?"

"Hey, baby. Having fun?"

"Yeah!" Caoimhe grins. "Tyler and I were just having some sex. His dick feels sooooo good!"

"Caoimhe pointed out it was much thicker than yours," Tyler smiles at you.

"Yeah," Caoimhe blushes. "But I really love both your cocks!"

"Alright, I gotta go," Tyler says, pulling on his shirt. "Say goodbye like the good little slut you are, Caoimhe."

Caoimhe nods, hopping off the bed and dropping to her knees. She leans her head forward, pressing her pink lips together and giving Tyler a gentle kiss on the end of his cock, a few last remaining drips of precum left sitting on her lips.

"Thank you for fucking me and showing me what a dirty, used little slut I am. My pussy is yours, Master," Caoimhe says, filling you with feelings of shame and arousal as you see how subjugated your love is, treated so poorly right in front of you.

"Good girl," Tyler smiles. "I'll have a few of my friends around later to give you a proper fucking tonight."

"Good!" Caoimhe says, watching as Tyler heads out the door, before she turns her attention to you. "So, how can I help you, baby?"

"I need help," you admit. "I'm way behind on my exam study. I don't have a clue what to do and I can't flunk."

Caoimhe takes your hands in hers, smiling at you reassuringly.

"Don't worry, Jack! I know its easy to get anxious over exams, but it'll be all OK. Trust me, I always get stress headaches nearing exams, but you're going to do great. Everything that could possible come up is covered in the study guide I made you. Even if you've been doing the bare minimum of that, you'll pass."

"Study guide? What are you talking about?" you ask, confused.

"That study guide I made you. You know, the big black folder I gave you a few months ago! It had "STUDY GUIDE" on it in big white letters?"

"Oh fuck, really?!" you ask. "I thought that was a joke! I told all my roommates that you were really funny after that! I don't even know what happened to it!"

Somewhere in your room, the study guide continues to serve its purpose of holding up an uneven table quite admirably.

Meanwhile, the color quickly drains out of Caoimhe's face, as she realizes the gravity of the situation.

"You didn't do any of that?"

You shake your head.

"Oh, fuck," Caoimhe mutters, taken aback.

Well, it's always really bad news when she starts swearing.

Caoimhe shakes her head, eyes narrowing with determination as she grabs you by the wrist.

"Come on. We have to go to the library and get some studying done."

"Studying? Nah, fuck that, I have some other schemes in the..."

Caoimhe interrupts you with a finger to your lips.

"Jack, we're studying. That's the end of it. You need to pass these exams."

"Fine, fine. You get cleaned up and get dressed, then I'll see you."