Used by the Barista Free Use and Edging Erotica #3
The handle turned, and Joshua stepped into the room, letting the door slam shut and lock behind him.
He had just finished his late afternoon lectures, and he looked rugged and entirely in control in his simple t-shirt and jeans, carrying the heavy scent of coffee beans and cold autumn air.
Amanda didn't move from the floor. A brilliant, radiant smile of total, ecstatic submission broke across her face as she looked up at her master from the boards.
"Daddy," she whimpered, her voice cracking with pure, raw horniness.
"Please. I’ve been so horny since eight AM. I couldn't even think during my exam. My pussy is craving you so bad."
Joshua didn't offer a single word of comfort. He stood directly over her, his dark eyes looking down at her weeping, pink slit, which had left a visible, shiny puddle of slick lubrication on the dark wood of the floor. A dominant, dangerous smirk spread across his lips.
"I told you to stay ready, slut," Joshua growled, his deep voice dropping into that cold, clinical octave that turned her brain to absolute mush.
He didn't waste a single second. He dropped to his knees right between her open legs, his large, calloused hands roughly grabbing her knees and shoving them back toward her shoulders, forcing her bare lower body into a completely open, vulnerable position under the harsh dorm ceiling lights.
He didn't take off his clothes. He simply unbuckled his leather belt and dropped his zipper with a sharp, heavy slide, letting his thick, veiny cock spring free.
It was already rock hard, fully engorged, and pulsing violently with a heavy purple vein, the head glistening with a thick bead of pre-cum.
Amanda gasped at the sight of his monstrous girth, her pussy pulsing with an almost violent hunger. "Yes, Daddy! Put it inside your whore! Fill me up!"
Joshua gripped her hips with an iron hold, his knuckles turning white against her skin. He aligned the heavy head of his shaft with her dripping pussy lips and, with one brutal, athletic surge, drove himself all the way inside her in one singular, devastating thrust.
"Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Joshua!" Amanda shrieked, her head tilting back as her tight internal walls stretched to their absolute maximum capacity around his thick member.
He began a relentless, heavy, and mechanical rhythm, using the hard floor for leverage as his pelvis slammed into her bare ass with a rhythmic, wet slap-slap-slap that echoed off the concrete walls of the dorm.
Every deep, bone-crushing plunge smeared her natural fluids all over her sensitive, aching clit, driving Amanda completely out of her mind.
She was in absolute heaven, her permanent, ecstatic smile fixed on her lips as she took every single inch of his youthful aggression.
She loved the raw, dismissive nature of the pacing; she was just his favorite toy, a useful little outlet to clear his mind after a long day of classes.
"You're so fucking tight, Amanda," Joshua growled, baring his teeth as his pubic bone violently bruised hers with every deep stroke. "Sopping wet and begging for your owner's cock."
"I am! I am your whore, Daddy! Fuck your slut harder!" she screamed through her teeth, her fingers clawing helplessly at the rug beside her.
The rapid, brutal friction against her engorged clit was reaching the absolute breaking point.
After hours of being brutally edged at the cafe counter, her internal muscles began to contract violently around his shaft, a screaming, mind-shattering orgasm building like a tidal wave at the base of her spine.
Her vision blurred, her toes curling as she prepared to explode.
"Daddy, I'm going to cum! I'm cumming! Let me finish!" she sobbed, tears of pure, overwhelming pleasure pricking at her eyes.
Right as she hit the absolute peak, Joshua suddenly yanked his thick cock completely out of her wet pussy with a loud, wet pop.
Amanda let out a sharp, piercing cry of total, agonizing frustration, her hips bucking upward into thin air as the sudden denial slammed into her system.
She was completely stranded on the precipice for the second time that day, her internal walls pulsing in desperate, empty spasms around nothing, her clit throbbing in absolute agony.
"No, no, please, Daddy, please let me finish," she begged through heavy, ragged tears, her face twisted in a mask of beautiful, tearful desperation, though her worshipful grin never entirely left her lips.
She lay there, her legs shaking violently, her bare pussy gaping and dripping thick rivers of juices onto the floorboards.
Joshua stood up, completely unbothered by her tears.
He looked down at his hard, dripping shaft, which was heavily coated in her slick fluids.
He reached down with his hand, his long fingers rapidly stroking his own cock for a few frantic seconds, building his own release while he watched his helpless slut shiver on the floor.
With a low, guttural roar, Joshua delivered three fast strokes to himself and jetted a thick, heavy torrent of hot cum straight across her bare stomach and tits. Amanda let out a soft whimper as the scorching ropes of his seed splattered against her skin, marking her as his property.
Joshua didn't offer her a towel, and he didn't give her a kiss. He casually tucked his cock back into his jeans, zipped his fly, and buckled his belt, instantly transforming back into the cold, detached dominant.
"Clean up my mess from your stomach, slut," Joshua commanded coldly, checking his watch as he walked toward the door.
"But don't you dare touch that pussy. You stay right on the edge. I have a group study session tonight, and when I get back at midnight, I expect this little whore to be dripping and waiting for me in the dark. If you touch yourself before I get back, the contract is broken."
"Yes, Daddy," Amanda whispered happily, her voice trembling as she brought her fingers to her lips to taste the stray drops of his cum. She loved the ruthless, absolute control he held over her body.
He stepped out and locked the deadbolt, leaving her completely stranded, hyper sensitive, and aching on the floor, counting down the agonizing hours until midnight.
The digital clock on Amanda’s nightstand glowed a cool, dim 11:58 PM.
The dorm room was completely pitch black, wrapped in the heavy, suffocating silence of midnight.
Amanda lay flat on her back in the center of her mattress, her body absolutely vibrating with a frantic, agonizing level of sexual frustration.
True to Joshua’s strict orders, she hadn't touched herself a single time.
She had spent the last seven hours in total, dark isolation, her hands pinned to her sides while her clit throbbed like a raw, exposed nerve.
She was completely naked, her legs loosely splayed wide open toward the door, her bare pussy overflowing with a thick, heavy river of slick lubrication that had completely soaked the sheets beneath her.
She was a waiting vessel, totally surrendered to her owner’s late-night whims.
Suddenly, the heavy electronic lock on her dorm door beeped. The handle turned with a sharp, authoritative click, and a tall silhouette stepped into the room, locking the deadbolt behind him.
Joshua had returned from his late-night study session.
He didn't turn on the lights. He didn't need to.
The faint silver moonlight filtering through the window illuminated the pale, soft curves of his student toy waiting for him on the mattress.
He stripped off his hoodie and jeans, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor, and stepped toward the bed completely naked.
His massive, dark cock was already rock-hard, a thick, veiny column throbbing with an aggressive, dominant energy fueled by the sheer vulnerability of the woman on the bed.
He climbed onto the mattress, his large, heavy frame instantly hovering over her, blotting out the rest of the dark room. He pressed his broad, warm chest against hers, his sheer weight causing Amanda to let out a soft, breathless gasp of pure, worshipful joy.
"Daddy," she whimpered into the dark, her face instantly breaking into a wide, ecstatic grin as her hands flew to his shoulders. "Please. I stayed good. I didn't touch myself. I'm so horny, I'm literally begging you."
"I can hear how much you're leaking, slut," Joshua growled into her ear, his gravelly midnight voice dropping into a low rumble that made her internal walls twitch with a fresh spike of lust.
He didn't waste a single second on gentleness or foreplay.
Joshua reached down, his large, calloused hands roughly grabbing her knees and shoving them all the way back to her chest, forcing her bare, swollen pussy wide open in the moonlight.
He aligned the heavy, pulsing head of his nine-inch cock with her dripping slit and, with one powerful, athletic surge, drove his entire shaft straight inside her to the hilt in one singular, devastating plunge.
"Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Daddy!" Amanda shrieked loudly into the empty room, her head tilting back into the pillows as his monstrous girth completely filled her tight womb, stretching her internal walls to their absolute maximum capacity.
The rhythm Joshua set was fast, brutal, and completely unrelenting.
He used his heavy, athletic frame to anchor her to the bed, his hips crashing into her bare ass with a loud, rhythmic slap-slap-slap that echoed off the dorm walls.
Every deep, bone crushing thrust slammed his pelvis against her ass, forcing her body to slide back against the sheets.
Amanda was in absolute heaven. After a full day of being brutally teased, edged, and denied at the cafe counter and on the floorboards, the sudden, total fullness of his hard cock was pure ecstasy.
A permanent, radiant smile was fixed on her lips as she took every single inch of his raw aggression.
"You like taking your master’s big cock in the dark, don't you, Amanda?" Joshua panted, baring his teeth as his pubic bone violently bruised hers. "Just a useful little free use whore for your master."