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Little_Red_Rose
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"Okay now sit on my lap. That's it. Now just stay there you big titted bitch."
My heart was pounding at my chest and I was completely speechless. I didn't know what to say in a situation like this; in one that I had no control over and was at the mercy of another person. All I could do was simply look down and see my room-mate grinning like an idiot, pointing her crappy video-camera in my direction. My cheeks were burning red with embarrassment and fear. My roommate was entirely in control of the situation and I had no clue as to what she was going to make me do. I'm terrified but also, very excited. WHY? My nipples were hard as stone and I was dripping down my leg in excitement. My body trembled in anticipation and my eyes were glistening in the light. She laughed as she saw the panic in my eyes and my hands going to the bottom of my simple cotton shirt. That look she was giving me quickly became of what I only could assume to be one of pure perverted lust, at the very second as she began to see the big pile of under boob - completely untouched and her's for the taking.
"Like that, stay like that for a second."
I was panicking for reasons other than how my body was behaving, but tried not to show it on my face. I was pretty depressed, all new-found excitement aside; I thought that my room-mate was my best friend, but as it turned out that she was using me from the beginning of our friendship. I didn't know that for all this time, all she cared about was to use my body just for her own sick pleasure. A slight tear came down my right eye. Again, she grinned at me menacingly. That look that she was giving told me all I needed to know - that I would be screaming and moaning in just a short time. That I would be begging her to stop and continue.
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I really hoped that these walls were soundproof...
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I felt so sick. As strong as that shiver running down my spine was, I really didn't want any of this. I didn't want my life to be ruined but I didn't want her to...use me like this. I wanted to wait until marriage and grow with my traditional family values. I didn't want me to be sitting on my room-mate, waiting for her to use and abuse me on this cold Wednesday night at 11:20 PM.
"Now big titties, tell me about how you got into this mess?"
"Where...Where do you want me to start?"
"Start from the beginning...I want to record the story of how you became my property."
...
I was ready for the big city life. At least, that's what I thought when I just moved into my dorm room here at the New York College of Arts. All my life I lived in a small town back in Kansas and got real tired of knowing practically everyone who lived in that town for the past 18 years. That's why I applied to this college alone and lied to my parents about how I got rejected from the college not eight miles away. I wanted to be away from everyone and everything that I once knew. I wanted to meet new people and to explore new horizons. It was a brave new world out there and I wanted to experience it all.
That was a bit of a mistake. I didn't really make friends easy, aside from my room-mate Silvia. She was extremely friendly and caring - looking out for me from day one and explaining how things worked around the college. She told me of the places to go and not go to, who to know and who to avoid. I thought that we were like sisters, at least for a while after moving in. Although, some things I probably should have picked up, such as that day that she asked me how big my boobs were.
"Oh, they're a 38F cup." I remember telling her. Her eyes lit up like the fourth of July fireworks back in my home town. I remember her telling me that she didn't believe me and wanted to see one of my bras to make sure. I don't think she ever gave it back to me. Again, I should have suspected something but I guess that's why she would jokingly call me a bimbo from time to time. Now I know that she wasn't joking.
Now, while she never told me this specifically, I always had this feeling that she didn't quite like the kind of person I was. Not that she hated me or anything, but maybe didn't enjoy the fact that I wasn't always up to anything. I didn't drink, I didn't go to parties - all I wanted to do home was paint and read. She especially couldn't believe me when I told her that I was still a virgin and planned to be one for up until I met my own prince charming.
"That's stupid." I remember her telling me "You have no idea what you're missing out on."
..
My heart was pounding at my chest and I was completely speechless. I didn't know what to say in a situation like this; in one that I had no control over and was at the mercy of another person. All I could do was simply look down and see my room-mate grinning like an idiot, pointing her crappy video-camera in my direction. My cheeks were burning red with embarrassment and fear. My roommate was entirely in control of the situation and I had no clue as to what she was going to make me do. I'm terrified but also, very excited. WHY? My nipples were hard as stone and I was dripping down my leg in excitement. My body trembled in anticipation and my eyes were glistening in the light. She laughed as she saw the panic in my eyes and my hands going to the bottom of my simple cotton shirt. That look she was giving me quickly became of what I only could assume to be one of pure perverted lust, at the very second as she began to see the big pile of under boob - completely untouched and her's for the taking.
"Like that, stay like that for a second."
I was panicking for reasons other than how my body was behaving, but tried not to show it on my face. I was pretty depressed, all new-found excitement aside; I thought that my room-mate was my best friend, but as it turned out that she was using me from the beginning of our friendship. I didn't know that for all this time, all she cared about was to use my body just for her own sick pleasure. A slight tear came down my right eye. Again, she grinned at me menacingly. That look that she was giving told me all I needed to know - that I would be screaming and moaning in just a short time. That I would be begging her to stop and continue.
..
I really hoped that these walls were soundproof...
..
"So, big titties, what's your name?"
"E-Elyssa."
"Your last name?"
"S-Simons..."
"And what is your nickname from now on?"
"Big titties..."
"Good girl."
"E-Elyssa."
"Your last name?"
"S-Simons..."
"And what is your nickname from now on?"
"Big titties..."
"Good girl."
I felt so sick. As strong as that shiver running down my spine was, I really didn't want any of this. I didn't want my life to be ruined but I didn't want her to...use me like this. I wanted to wait until marriage and grow with my traditional family values. I didn't want me to be sitting on my room-mate, waiting for her to use and abuse me on this cold Wednesday night at 11:20 PM.
"Now big titties, tell me about how you got into this mess?"
"Where...Where do you want me to start?"
"Start from the beginning...I want to record the story of how you became my property."
...
I was ready for the big city life. At least, that's what I thought when I just moved into my dorm room here at the New York College of Arts. All my life I lived in a small town back in Kansas and got real tired of knowing practically everyone who lived in that town for the past 18 years. That's why I applied to this college alone and lied to my parents about how I got rejected from the college not eight miles away. I wanted to be away from everyone and everything that I once knew. I wanted to meet new people and to explore new horizons. It was a brave new world out there and I wanted to experience it all.
That was a bit of a mistake. I didn't really make friends easy, aside from my room-mate Silvia. She was extremely friendly and caring - looking out for me from day one and explaining how things worked around the college. She told me of the places to go and not go to, who to know and who to avoid. I thought that we were like sisters, at least for a while after moving in. Although, some things I probably should have picked up, such as that day that she asked me how big my boobs were.
"Oh, they're a 38F cup." I remember telling her. Her eyes lit up like the fourth of July fireworks back in my home town. I remember her telling me that she didn't believe me and wanted to see one of my bras to make sure. I don't think she ever gave it back to me. Again, I should have suspected something but I guess that's why she would jokingly call me a bimbo from time to time. Now I know that she wasn't joking.
Now, while she never told me this specifically, I always had this feeling that she didn't quite like the kind of person I was. Not that she hated me or anything, but maybe didn't enjoy the fact that I wasn't always up to anything. I didn't drink, I didn't go to parties - all I wanted to do home was paint and read. She especially couldn't believe me when I told her that I was still a virgin and planned to be one for up until I met my own prince charming.
"That's stupid." I remember her telling me "You have no idea what you're missing out on."
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