His (Formerly) Feisty Roommate Alexandra

"Hey, Josh." Someone was rubbing his shoulder. Josh groaned and batted the hand away without thinking.

"Please, Josh. Please." Her voice was ****, pleading. Josh wiped the sand out of his eyes. Alex, his roommate and friend, was shakily rubbing his shoulders.

Alex was the kind of girl who would call you a pussy for not drinking a dark enough beer. She had once threatened to tell his family about his secret girlfriend if he didn't take her on a seven day long drinking cruise to Baja. She had fire red hair, a laugh that said in no uncertain terms that you could go fuck yourself, and a complexion so ginger that he was certain she didn't have a soul.

And when he opened his eyes, she was completely naked except a tight steel collar, with her other hand furiously fucking her cunt with three fingers. Her face was red and her mouth was open in a stupid-looking O. Josh's eyes were immediately drawn to a pair of gold rings on her nipples connected by a chain. Certainly they'd be quite painful if they were yanked on. The chain also ran down between her legs, attached to what was no doubt a ring on her clit. Her eyes fluttered weakly.

"Please, Josh." She panted. The collar around her neck displayed the number 79 on top of the number 18. "I tried waiting for you to wake up, I tried. I know you told me not to wake you. But, please. Say the word. Let me cum."