Who else but him?

As soon as Felicia opened the door, Justin stepped in, placing one hand on her waist and forcing her back a few steps. He closed the door with his other hand, and grinned triumphantly at the eldest of the Anders sisters. If Felicia were in her right mind, she would have realized that her sisters had keys, so they wouldn't need to knock. But she wasn't in her right mind. She was horny and distracted, and now she was in Justin's clutches. The frat boy could read the arousal on her face, and he walked her deeper into the beach house, his hands on her waist the only thing keeping her steady as she stumbled backwards. It was only when the back of her calves touched the living room couch that Felicia regained the ability to speak.

“What are you doing here?” It was a question she knew the answer to, but she still felt the need to ask, if only to keep up appearances. Justin seemed happy to play along, though, sliding one hand to the small of her back and pressing her body against his, so she could feel his large, stiff cock through his shorts.

“We’ve waited long enough, Felicia,” He told her, “You want this just as much as I do, don’t you?” His arrogance was evident in every word, but Felicia didn’t find it off-putting or irritating any more. He was just confident. And he was right. She nodded up at him, causing his grin to widen further.

“Fine. You win.” She admitted. There was really no point in lying to herself any more. She slid a hand up his chest, becoming more acquainted with the body that was about to master her. As her finger bumped against the marker hanging there, she remembered that it was just yesterday that she and her sisters were making fun of the girls who let DKM charm them into bed. At least the others weren't here to see her final submission, even if they would see the evidence of it on her body.

Justin nodded at Felicia, then spun her around and pushed her down, so that she was bent over the arm of the couch. “I always win,” He said, popping the cap off of the marker, and she reached up to untie the bikini top he had picked out and paid for. As he put those three fateful letters on her lower back, she realized that this was the plan all along. He'd probably even convinced one of his stupid frat bros to spill their drink on her in the first place. Worse, she thought, as she untied her bottoms as well, was that she didn't care. She just wanted him to hurry up and fuck her already.

He didn’t make her wait very long after she was marked, dropping his shorts and plunging his long, thick cock into her sopping wet pussy. She orgasmed before he even bottomed out, screaming like the complete slut he had turned her into. All the lust that had been boiling up inside of her exploded in that one moment, and it was the best feeling she had ever experienced. Then he started moving. He pumped into her hard and fast, and Felicia buried her face in the cushions of the couch, moaning and screaming helplessly. The world around her faded, and her reality became nothing but hard, thrusting cock.

She reveled in the cock for entire lifetimes, until she felt a strong hand grab a hold of her right breast and pull her body up, her back colliding with Justin's chest. "It's almost time, Felicia. Here," He pressed something hard and plastic into her hand. It was her phone, she realized, "Get the camera ready," He commanded, halting his thrusts. Felicia whined at the sudden stop, and quickly did as instructed, pulling up the camera app. Justin smiled at her obedience, and shoved her back down to the couch. He gave her a few more instructions, and adjusted their positions so that, with her arm stretched out, the camera had a good view not only of her face, but of the frat boy whose cock was buried inside of her. Satisfied with the angle, he started thrusting again, even faster this time.

“I’m going to come inside of you, Felicia. When I do, take the picture." Felicia barely registered the words through the haze of pleasure, but managed to moan out an affirmative when he slapped her ass. Satisfied that the Wall of Shame wouldn’t miss out on his newest conquest, Justin made a few powerful, final thrusts, and gave a satisfied groan as he emptied his balls into Felicia. Feeling his cock starting to twitch inside of her, Felicia experienced another orgasm herself, almost forgetting to take the picture. She pressed her thumb to the button, though, and her phone made a series of clicks as it took not one, but a dozen pictures of her face as she was filled with DKM cum.

After he finished, Justin pulled out of Felicia and retrieved the phone from her hands. He did some other things, too, but Felicia wasn’t paying attention, lost in a fog of exhaustion and post-orgasmic bliss. She stayed where she was for a long while, until a loud noise brought her to her senses. Groggily, she lifted her head and looked in the direction of the sound.