You sleep a little too well.

It what seemed like a mere blink, you were peeling your eyes open to a dimly lit room. Your mind felt refreshed... but you still felt like you'd been tenderized with a rolling pin.

Just like that, the events of the day before came back to you in a flash, your peace disturbed by an erratic mix of frustration and humiliation, not to mention a rather conflicted boner.

You remembered your sister's surprisingly delicate fingers stroking your meat while her hard, toned body was pressed up against you. You remember her asking you to toss her to the ground and to make her your bitch. You remembered her laughing, a rough, taunting, mirth filled laugh as she made sure it wasn't that easy.

...come to think of it, maybe you were more frustrated than anything.

In an effort to forget your troubles, you rolled over with a groan and started groping for something pleasant to redirect your thoughts, but you found only empty bed.

Great....

With another heavy groan, your mood dropping by the second, you heaved your aching upper body from the bed to look around. There was no one. You even leaned over to see if anyone had fallen out of bed... and nothing.

Flopping back into bed and burying your face into your pillow you started to stew so more. It didn't really make you feel any better, but you understood that Nalini had work and you did give her permission to leave in the morning, since you – had... classes....

Flinging yourself out of bed, heedless of your own nudity, you grabbed your phone off a nearby table and to your horror found that you had forgotten to set your alarm. This morning was just getting better and better.

On the bright side at least, it looked like if you hurried you might manage to slip into your first class only a few minutes late.

With a quick, dissatisfied click of your tongue you shook off your frustration and instead vowed to focus on the task at hand. You gathered up your clothes and stumbled out of your bedroom while trying to slip them on.

It was when you made it to the kitchen/common area that your sudden conviction was just as suddenly tested. You found Emma wandering around, at least until she saw you. You had your pants halfway on, but maybe she thought they were halfway off because her eye's went wide and with a gasp she dropped to her hands and knees and froze.

“Um... I just uh...” Emma started stammering.

It took you a moment to collect your thoughts and understand just what was going on, but when you did you strutted up to her with a smile on your face while you hiked up your pants. She was certainly a sight for sore eyes,

“Good girl!” You sneered, patting her on the head with one hand and buttoning your pants with the other.

“...I... uh...” Emma cleared her throat and gave you a weak smile, “Thank you....”

Just as she started to turn her face down, you slid a hand down her warm, flushed cheek and cupped her chin turning her head up to meet your gaze.

Looking down at her you felt your cock fighting to get out of it's recent incarceration.

You could do anything to her right now, just because you spent some money at a store she happened to be working in. That was one way cheer yourself up, grab her by the head and plow her throat. Or maybe you could shove her to the ground, hold her face to the floor and rip her ass apart. OH! Or maybe you could push her legs behind her head and pump her full of cum, just like Dana!

No wait! What the fuck were you thinking?

You found yourself squeezing Emma's cheeks while trying to shake the absurd thought. Caitlin was the sister you were going to make your bitch not Dana!

....

You let out a groan and let go of Emma's face.

Caitlin might not be as flexible asDana but you could probably still get her legs behind her head....

Letting out another grunt you winced and muttered,

“...I'm late for class....” After tossing your shirt back on you headed for the door.

Your cock was still rock hard, despite the thoughts of your sister's filling your mind. Except somehow, those thoughts didn't disgust as much as they did a couple day's earlier when they first started. Fighting yourself every time the thoughts came up were starting to feel like more trouble than they were worth.

Shaking your head one last time you decided to go back to focusing on class again.

Luckily a jog to class and an hour and a half of note taking was just what you needed to clear your head. That was until your cock started throbbing again. By the end of class the biggest take away wound up being that, you could make it eleven hours, tops before you had a hard time resisting the urge to fuck someone surfaced. And by your estimation, hour twelve was when it was going to peak and become unbearable. The closer you made it to the end of class the more you were sure of your estimation until you literally flung yourself from your seat, skipping out of the last few minutes of class and headed straight to the first, and closest place to pop into your head; the student run cafeteria.

Barging into the cafeteria, raging hard on pointing your way, you counted your blessings that you were between both the breakfast boom and the lunch rush, so thankfully, even with generous number of students milling about, there wasn't a line to speak of.

You didn't have much experience with the cafeteria. Literally the only thing you really knew, was that students worked there part time for a credit instead of a proper wage, which was enough for you to check out of it completely. That meant you had to take a moment to scan both the staff and menu to see who and what you'd be ordering.

“Can I help you?” You were immediately greeted by a short, brunette girl.

Taking quick inventory of her you noted she was petite, she had sharp, narrow eyes, and an equally sharp, pointed nose, resting on which was a smart looking pair of half-rimmed glasses. If it wasn't for the apron tied around her neck you would've said she looked the part of a high-powered business woman, or at the very least a ruthlessly efficient secretary. Either way, cafeteria work definitely looked beneath her, and it seemed like she felt the same way as her expression was a tired one.

“Uh... yeah!” You nodded at her hungrily, not even hiding yourself drinking her in.

“...Uh huh, and what'll it be?” She obviously noticed and she clearly wasn't impressed.

You flicked your eye's up to the menu board, you really didn't care what you got right now, even if a late breakfast was a nice plus in this situation,

“How about... one of your egg salad sandwiches... a black coffee... and how about you drop your pants and get on the counter?” In the end, whatever was fastest was what you wanted the most.

Without a word the cashier spun around and stalked a few feet back before tossing a cheap looking, pre-wrapped sandwich in front of you, followed by her hastily pouring your coffee into a tiny styrofoam cup.

“Five forty.” She grunted hastily, her expression still as muted as before, but her voice now barbed.

“...I notice you still have pants.” You launched back at her, just as coldly, even as you reached for your money.

Your goodwill was already wearing thin, and her attitude, no matter how justified you considered it may be, was not pleasing.

“Yeah, about that,” the cashier's face broke into a wide, exaggerated smile that came nowhere near reaching her cold, unimpressed eyes, “you asked if I could drop my pants and get on the counter, and unfortunately I can't. Sorry.”

She didn't look sorry... or even sound it for that matter.

Part of you felt defeated and you considered leaving, but a much louder, angrier part of you refused to leave without a fight. You were a paying customer here! You needed to fuck her! Hell, you had a right to her body now!

You liked to think being a dick of a customer wasn't your usual prerogative, but this wasn't a good day for you so far, and that meant it was a bad day for her too.

“I was being polite, drop your pants.” You grunted, shoving your purchases aside and undoing your own pants. You could barely hold yourself back at this point, and frankly, you were sick of trying.

The cashier's expression clouded and her eyes fell with your pants, landing on your rock hard shaft as it bobbed free. She took a deep breath and seemed to be prepping to say something, just as you were prepping to jump the counter, when you were both interrupted by one of her coworkers.

“C'mon Erica, why don't you just fuck him? Haven't you ever heard of good customer service?” This new girl had long blonde hair, was a little bit taller and quite a bit heavier, although she carried her weight well. At a glance you were reminded of some of the girls that were on your older sister's rugby team in high school. In stark contrast the the athletic air she gave off though, she was wearing bright red lipstick that popped against her pale skin.

“Well, Chelsea,” Erica sneered and rolled her eyes, “a single course credit isn't enough for me to whore myself out, but if you want to, go ahead.”

Chelsea scoffed in response, but was clearly unsure of how to respond. All it took was a moment's lull in conversation before you were through waiting and vaulted over the counter.

Both girls were startled by this, and took a step away from you. In near perfect sync both glanced down at your exposed member.

“That sound's like a good idea, how about you get on your knees and smear that lipstick on my balls.”

Chelsea's expression stiffened and Erica started to chuckle, when you turned on her,

“While I fuck you.”

This time it was Erica's turn to scowl and Chelsea started to snicker.

“Fine by me!” Erica grumbled, scowling at her amused coworker while reaching down and hooking her thumbs under her waistband, dropping her pants and underwear in one motion, “Let's get this over with.” She sighed, slapping her hands onto the counter and leaning over it.

“You, get between her legs. I don't have all day.” You gritted your teeth, not even trying to **** a smile, grabbing the chubby girl by the arm to try and speed thing's along.

“Come on, do your job! Haven't you ever heard of good customer service?” Erica sneered over her shoulder just as another student approached the counter.

Chelsea winced and let out a strangled noise, her eyes never leaving your crotch, until she groaned and yanked her arm from your grasp, then dropped to her knees and crawled between Erica's legs, you followed close behind, your hand wrapped around your cock as you took up position behind the waiting cashier. Just as Erica started to address her next customer you buried yourself inside her in one forceful thrust.

“Can I hel–AH, help you, sir?”

“I don't feel your lips on my balls down there!” You growled wiggling your hips and bending your knees, causing Erica to tense under you slightly.

You could feel Chelsea sigh against the underside of your sack in response. A moment later though, it was followed up by the unmistakable sensation of her soft lips pressing against one of your stones.

Erin's warm walls wrapped around your cock and her coworker's lips caressing your balls was enough to squeeze a satisfied groan out of you. Your lust was finally starting to ebb, but it still wasn't enough,

“I want you to leave your mark my balls with your lipstick, understand?”

Chelsea's response was once against muted, but the sensation of her taking your entire sack into her mouth and squeezing her lips tight around you was unmistakable.

With your clearer head though, you also couldn't deny something else,

“Look, this is nice and all, but I wanted you to fuck, not keep my cock warm. I've got a class to get too once you're done. How about you do something too?” You punctuated your demand's by giving Erica's tight little ass a hard crack across the cheek before unwrapping your sandwich in a hurry, leaving one half on her back while you crammed the other into your mouth.

As soon as you started using her as a table, Erica looked over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed, and the corner of her mouth pulled back, but after a second turned back around, took a deep breath started to grind her hips up and down,

“That'll be seven forty-eight.” Erica sighed to the customer she had been serving, seemingly trying to ignore the fact your dick was inside her.

Chelsea, meanwhile, popped your sack out of her mouth and a moment later you felt her lips press against your balls in a series of forceful kisses.

It felt pretty great to be honest, especially for five dollars, but at the same time it felt like five dollar service. Throw in your relative lack of time before your next class and you couldn't help but feel dissatisfied.

Eager to finish, you crammed your late breakfast into your mouth, leaving a pile of crumbs on Erica's back and with a mouthful of food prepared to give it to the girl how you felt you deserved, rather than what she was willing to give.

You grabbed Erica by the hip, stopping her gyrations and drawing her attention for a moment. You gave her until you set your hips to prepare, but clearly that wasn't enough time. She barely had enough time to turn back around and accept the handful of coins from a fellow student across the counter, before you yanked her hips back, impaling her on your shaft, sending a cascade of coins clattering out of her hands onto the counter,

“Fuck! What the hell!” Erica's hands flew against the counter to brace herself – even as you settled deep inside of her – and she craned her head back around to glower at you, “I'm not some sex toy you know!”

Swallowing down your mouthful of food you gave her a strangled chuckle and a hard smack across her tight little ass. Her entire body tensed and her scowl only got deeper, but she seemed to get the message all the same – you didn't care – and she turned back around and started to pick the coins up off the counter.

“How about you take a break down there.” You leaned back and grunted between Erica's legs.

Chelsea, almost eagerly, settled down on her heels, quickly parting from your balls with a wet smack of her lips.

“Ugh... son of a....” Erica muttered barely above a whisper, but loud enough for you to distinctly hear, drawing your attention while she shook her head and abandoned her quest for her dropped coins to instead brace herself against the counter.

The customer across from you gave her a sympathetic smile and a shrug of his shoulder's, but quickly turned to look at some of the other staff on duty as he waited for his food. He was being very clear that he had no investment in her problems with another customer.

Without wasting another minute, you squeezed your hands around Erica's slender hips and started to hammer into her, pounding her against the counter with every thrust. She might not have thought she was a sex toy, but you were starting to like the idea of making her rethink that.

Just as the customer across from you got his food, and helpfully shoved his payment into a pile, you reached out to grab Erica by her short hair,

“Can I help who's nex – Ahh!” Just as she started calling for the next customer she was cut off by her head being yanked backwards.

You pressed your other hand down hard on her lower back, keeping her hips pinned to the counter as you went at her even harder. Your balls were slapping loudly against her, just inches away from her coworker's face. Throughout this all, the customer across the counter glanced over the menu with an unaffected look on her face.

“Could you please be a bit gentler!” Erica hissed through gritted teeth, starting to pant, either in exhaustion or anger, you couldn't quite tell.

“I've got class soon, and you've got a job to do. Deal with it!” You grunted harshly, punctuating your words by slamming your hips against her hard, yanking back on her as you did, pulling her off the counter and causing her to yelp and paw weakly at the hand you had on her hair, before you started hammering into her again.

She didn't have a response to that, and the new customer across from you took that as an opportunity to pipe up,

“If you don't mind, could I get the soup and a coffee? Two cream, two sugar.” She completely ignored the fact that you currently had her cashier's hair in a tight fist while you abused her pussy.

“O-of course.” Erica winced, her breathing slowly getting more ragged as you jack hammered her pussy.

That was what she said, but as she reached out for the keypad on the cash register, you rammed yourself into her and leaned back, pulling her with you and forcing her to stretch as hard as she could to reach the register, before you started to slam into her again.

“Hah... just...give me a second....” Erica winced apologetically to the woman, doing her best to reach the register, but clearly not wanting to fight against the grip you still had on her hair, not particularly hard at least.

The woman on the other side of the counter just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, but beyond that had nothing to say.

The fact that no one cared what you did to this woman, except her – and even then she was trying her hardest to ignore it and get back to work – was the last straw, and you were quickly pushed over the edge. You let out an animal grunt as your buried yourself inside the wholly unprepared whore's hole.

“Th-that'll be... six-fou– Oh fuck!” Erica had been trying her best to get back to work, just barely able to poke the buttons, but you instantly put an end to that.

You clapped your hips against hers, tightened your grip on her hair even more, and squeezed her against yourself as tight as you could while you leaned backwards, trying to **** every last inch of your cock inside her. You were already painting her insides with your goo and in your quest to push even deeper were starting to lift her off the ground.

You were losing yourself to the feeling of pumping her full of your seed, but through that you could feel your body protesting angrily, still sore from the **** your sister had put you through the day before.

...You older sister... just the face you wanted to imagine mid-orgasm. Her smiling face as she teased you and stroked your cock... how she was literally begging you to make her your bitch before laughing like it was some kind of joke...,

“Open up, bitch!” Your growled angrily, forcing yourself to pull Erica off your cock and shove her against the counter, so you could grab your cock and point it down at the chubby blonde who until now had been waiting patiently on her knees.

“You mean m–” Chelsea was immediately silenced with a start, squeezing her eyes shut and leaning away from you in shock as the first rope the launched out of your still firing meat slapped against her cheek.

Before she could lean out of your reach though, you grabbed her by the hair and yanked her towards you. When she opened her mouth to yelp in pain however, you silenced her by ramming your cock down her throat, her cherry red lips **** to form a tight seal around your meat.

Chelsea's hands flew up against your thighs, but all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut and swallow hard every time your cock twitched in her fiery hot throat, as another load of cum pumped straight into her stomach. A couple stray tears streamed down her her cheeks, the first of them caused by the yank to her hair, but the rest seemed to be a reaction to her throat being stuffed.

As you looked down at her, all you could think was your rough tom boyish older sister, painted up like a whore and struggling to **** down your cock just like this. **** to serve your every whim.

It wasn't much longer before you felt a wave of relief wash over you as the last load of cum dribbled out of you, straight down the girls throat, and the lust that had taken you over was quickly starting to ebb away. A part of you didn't want to leave the girls throat just yet though, but with a much clearer head you knew that a short while for you must've felt much longer to her with your cock corking her throat.

Somewhat regretfully, you pulled your hips back and immediately the girl sucked in a deep breath, dropping to her hands and knees once you let go of her hair.

“Um... could I pay for my food now?” The customer on the other side of the counter clicked her tongue and sighed through her nose, her lips pursed in a tight lipped frown as she looked over the situation.

Erin was pushing her self off the counter, cum dripping down her thigh, while Chelsea was on her hands and knees, gasping for hair between coughs.

“...I just want to sit down and eat....” The woman mumbled with another sigh, completely unsympathetic to the two workers plight.

You frankly didn't care about her inconvenience, but as you hiked up your pants and glanced over the two girls you ravaged, you found yourself not particularly upset with yourself over what you did to them.

Over the last couple day's you'd been trying to balance your new found privilege with your lifetime of trying to be a decent person, especially since these women were just trying to do their job. Now though, you couldn't shake the thought that this was now a part of their job. Yeah you were a bit of a dick... but so what? The woman across the counter from you now was a prime example of how that was the extent of it, you had your fun and at worst it was just a shitty day at work for them.

Maybe you could start leaning in to that. Now that you were starting to get used to your privileges, maybe it was time to start accepting them as a normal part of your life and just running with it instead of forcing yourself to be nice all the time.

Amidst your wholly too philosophical thoughts from some one surrounded by women dripping with your cum, you were reminded that you didn't have that much more time to dwell on the issue. A quick glance at your phone revealed just how little exactly, and you were zipping up your pants and preparing to head out.

Now that you had some food for thought as well as some food in your belly, you needed to decide what to do next.