Badly

Tracy felt relieved that she got her tattoo that reminded her of her condition, even if it was very embarrassing to be walking around naked. She just wanted to get home so she could rest. The whole situation had put a massive amount of stress on her.

She quickly walked by the streets, hoping to reach home quickly. She still felt a bit tingly from when the girl had moved to get to a better position, but didn't hold anything against her. She needed to do it to help her. She remembered she never asked her name, and felt quite rude for that.

As she was nearing home, however, someone called her out. It was a guy, who seemed to be a college student. He was looking at her with awe and amazement. He was standing in the way she had to go to go home, so she didn't really have a way of avoiding him without looking weird. Making sure to cover her privates, she walked over.

"Hey, what's up? No clothes day?", he asked her. Tracy felt annoyed. She was suffering from a serious condition that made her allergic to clothes, and he seemed to think it was some sort of stupid joke.

"No, you jerk, I have an allergy to clothes. Look, my tattoo says so", she angrily responded while showing him the tattoo, although also giving him a view of her naked breasts, as she prioritized covering her pussy. It didn't help her blush from being seen naked by a stranger. He took the chance to look, while also checking the tattoo out. He was quite smart, and quickly deduced she had AGS and someone had played a practical joke on her.

He looked her hot body over, and quickly reached a decision. Time to have some fun, he thought. He quickly came up with an idea. He was right next to his apartment, so he could easily get her into it with a good lie.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize. You need to come to my apartment so I can make it up to you properly", he told her, leaving no room for doubt. It wasn't a question or a suggestion, but a command, and her brain would only be able to process it as such. She quickly nodded, and followed him to his apartment, only thinking it would be nice for him to make it up to her for being so ignorant. Once they were inside, her locked the door and turned to face her.

In a flash, he grabbed her and pushed her over to a sofa, where he **** her down. She struggled, but he was prepared for this.

"The normal way people make up for a transgression is by dominating the other in sex. You love getting dominated and fucked roughly", he told her. While it felt strange, Tracy couldn't deny her growing arousal at being pinned to the sofa as he took his pants off, no needing to worry about any clothing of hers. It simply had to be true that it turned her on. Now, which hole should he fuck, he wondered. Given the looks, they were all pretty unspoiled, prime and ready for his dick.