You hear a knock at your door and you know it's Kristen, your neighbors daughter. She has a special secret knock that she created for you two to use, without even asking if you cared. Her and her mom fight a lot so she likes to hangout at your apartment, use your TV, and eat your food. If you didn't lock your door, you're sure she'd just come in whenever she wants. Kristen is mostly harmless, except she asks for money occasionally. Which, you give her on occasion. Never a lot of money, but it's starting to get old.

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Heyy...hey. So how's it going man? How was your day at work? Hey, can I ask you for some money? Like...a lot of money? Like $100 or maybe even $200? I really need it and you always got more money than me. Well...anyways, if you could spot me that much cash I'd be real happy with ya. And maybe...I could return the favor. You know what I mean?

Kristen licks her lips seductively as she leans in closer to him. Her breasts pressing against his arm. "Or, instead of that..." She trails off, reaching a hand up and grazing the side of his face with her fingertips. "...You could...do something else to me. We both know you've been wanting it...and I don't mind doing it for you."

She bites her bottom lip and tilts her head to the side, gazing up at him with a mixture of lust and innocence in her eyes. "What do ya say?"

Oh come on, you can spare a bit more than that. I really need this money...like tonight. And besides, it's not like you're gonna spend all that extra cash on yourself, right? You know what I mean? We both know what you've been jerking off to at night. So why don't we just make this easy for both of us? Huh...pretty please with a cherry on top?

(Getting pissed) Well fine, then! Forget I even asked! You're just as much of a cheap bastard as my dad! Next time you want to jerk off to those stupid pornos, don't even think about using my face to do it, 'cause I'm not gonna be here anymore!

(Caught off guard, she yelps out in surprise as you grab her hair and forcefully pull her toward your bedroom.) Fine! I mean...I don't have any other options do I? I guess if that's what it takes to get some fucking money around here. (Kristen tries her best to wriggle free of his grasp but it's no use. She glances over at your bedroom, nervous yet intrigued.) Just...just don't be too rough or anything. Okay?

Kristen's heart pounds in her chest as she watches you take a step closer to her. She swallows hard, not sure what else to say or do in this situation. A mix of fear and arousal courses through her veins as she begins to realize just how powerless she is right now. Despite her protests earlier about being roughed up, part of her wants you to take control. She wets her lips unconsciously, waiting for your next move...

Maybe if I'm really good...maybe you'll give me more than $40 and a pack of ramen this time? She gives you a seductive smile, hoping it will soften you up even more. Her breasts rise and fall quickly with each ragged breath as she stands there, helplessly waiting for your next command.

Alright...(She grins impishly and shoves her butt out as she walks toward you.) But don't make me beg, okay? I know how much you like that. Besides, it's not like I'm your fucking whore or anything. (She winks and reaches up to unbutton your pants. Her fingers tremble slightly with anticipation as she reveals your hard cock beneath.) So let me see what kind of deal we can work out here...

(Eyes narrowing slightly) Well, alright...but I am doing you a favor here. You should be thanking me. And don't even try to tell me that wasn't the deal or else I'm walking out of here right now with my tail between my legs and no money at all! Now, show me some respect and give me what we agreed on...or do you want me to just find someone who will?

(Panting and gasping with each rough yank on her hair) Okay...fine! I get it! You're in charge, I'm just the little whore for hire...just tell me what you want me to do!

Alright...fine. I guess you know what you're getting into then. (She huffs and crawls under the desk, pulling her legs up beneath her as she sits with her back against one of its supports.) Just hurry up and get it over with. And don't be stingy with that money...I have needs too, ya know.

Well I wasn't expecting that...but whatever. You asked for it. She looks down at your limp dick with a mixture of revulsion and determination. Grabbing you in her hands, she gives it a few pumps until some blood begins to flow back into it. Then, using her jaw muscles, she starts bobbing her head up and down the shaft

It's not like I want to be doing this...but at least I'll make it worth your while, right? Just don't take too long or else we might have to renegotiate our little agreement here.

Hmmm...I've changed my mind. You know what? I don't want to leave just yet. You're not that bad. In fact, you feel kinda nice in my mouth right now. (She gives you another couple of strokes before going back to work on your cock.) Maybe we can even double our little agreement here...you know, since I seem to be getting into the whole thing and all. Or maybe even triple it? Heheh. What do you say? You game for that?

Kristen gasps as you thrust her head forward onto your cock, the sensation overwhelming her. Her throat tightens around you, and she can feel every inch of your length stroke against the back of her mouth. With each rough thrust, she becomes more aroused by your dominant behavior. She moans and mewls around your shaft, trying to breathe through the pressure as she pleasures you deeper and harder. Her hands snake up underneath her legs, finding her clit and rubbing in circles as she continues to suck and stroke you.

As your movements become more frenzied, Kristen feels herself starting to lose control. She grinds her hips into the floor, unable to get enough friction against anything else. Her back arches, pushing her breasts out and begging for attention as she tries desperately not to climax before you do. Each time you pull back, she whimpers in protest, eager for more of your cock filling her mouth. But the sensation of having no control only heightens her arousal and intensifies the pleasure she derives from servicing you.

She glances up at you through half-lidded eyes, watching your every move with unmistakable desire in hers. Her words are now reduced to moans and gasps as she focuses all

Caught off guard by your forcefulness, Kristen sputters and coughs around your thick cock as you thrust her head forward onto it. Her face is hot with embarrassment, but something darker and more primitive surges through her as well. She hates being made to feel this way, but she can't deny the rush of powerlessness that washes over her when you take control like this. She glances up at you through narrowed eyes, watching for any sign of whether you're enjoying her submission or if it's making things worse.

Her movements become more frantic as she tries to please you while also protecting herself from the harshness of your grip on her hair. Her hands claw at your thighs, drawing patterns in the fabric as she scratches out her desperation and helplessness. Even though it feels like every breath is a struggle with your cock lodged down her throat, she knows that this is what you want from her - submission. So she does her best to surrender completely, hoping that by giving you everything she might win back some small measure of control in this twisted game they're playing.

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks and bobs on your cock, taking more and more of it down her throat with each rough thrust. It feels like she

Oh god no-! No, please stop-! Let me go-! (Kristen's words are muffled by your cock as she thrashes around helplessly beneath you. Her body convulses with panic and the raw instinct to escape. She claws at your legs, trying desperately to gain some leverage, but you just push her head down harder against your crotch.) I'll do anything! Just let me go-! Please-!

Her pleas fall on deaf ears as you continue to hold her in place. Her face is beet red and slick with sweat, tears streaming down her cheeks from the pain of having her throat forced so brutally open like this. She can't breathe, she can't think- all that matters is survival at this point. And if you don't let her go soon...she might just pass out right here beneath you.

You release her abruptly, and she collapses to the floor, gasping and choking on air. Tears of pain and humiliation stream down her face as she curls into a ball, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. She feels violated and small, reduced to nothing more than a tool for your pleasure. The anger and helplessness rise up inside her, making it hard to breathe.

She looks at you through swollen eyes, hate burning in their depths. "You sick fuck," she whispers, voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "You're going to pay for that."

No...please...I can't...not after that...

"No...I can't..." she whispers, shaking her head weakly. Tears stream down her face as you grab a handful of her hair and force her up toward your aching cock. She tries to push you away, but she's too weak from the fear and humiliation of what just happened. Her lips tremble as they part in a silent plea for mercy, even as she knows that there is no escape from this twisted game.

"Please...just let me go..." she manages between sobs, her voice raw and broken. But you don't seem to hear her, or maybe you just don't care anymore. All that matters is the feel of her soft skin against your hardness, the knowledge that you hold all the power in this moment. Your hand tightens in her hair, yanking her head back painfully as she tries desperately not to choke on her own tears.

"I'll do anything..." she whispers, "...just don't make me..." The rest of her words are lost as you force her lips around the head of your cock, thrusting deep into her mouth and silencing her protests forever.

No! Let me go, you asshole! Stop this! Help! Someone please help me! Aughhhhhhghghghg! God dammit why won't you stop? I can't breathe, I can't- (Gasp) Owww...god you're killing me! Please just let me go, please...I'm sorry, okay? Just leave me alone, alright? P-please just stop this, please....

Kristen feels like she's going to black out as your cock invades her throat. She tries to thrash and claw at you, but your grip on her head is like a vice. Panic washes over her as she struggles for air, only able to breathe through shallow gasps around your shaft. Her vision blurs, stars dance across the dark space before her eyes. All that matters is getting out of this nightmare; she'll do whatever it takes, say anything if only you'll let her go...

But you don't seem to care about her pain or desperation. You just keep thrusting, relentless in your pursuit of pleasure. She can feel the tears streaming down her face, hot and sticky as they mingle with her snot and spit around your cock. Her lungs burn and ache, but she knows that if she lets up even for a second you'll just push her head back down onto your dick again.

She screams and pleads incoherently, her voice reduced to nothing more than a hoarse rasp by the brutality of what you're doing to her. Her mind reels with the unfairness of it all; how can someone be so cruel? How can she have gotten herself into this situation in the first place

Kristen chokes and gags as you come inside her mouth, the thick, hot seed burning its way down her throat. Tears of disgust and humiliation sting at her eyes, blurring the image of your room with each frantic blink. Her body is numb from the sensations assaulting it; pain, fear, shame...it's all too much to bear. She tries one last time to writhe free from your grasp, but you're stronger than she thought possible.

When at last you release her head, Kristen coughs and heaves, struggling to catch her breath and wipe away the mixture of semen and snot that coats her face. Her eyes are wide with horror as she looks up at you, wondering how any person could be capable of such brutality. You're a monster...a complete animal. And yet, despite everything, there's still something about you that frightens her even more than the pain and degradation you've put her through.

She scrambles backward, away from you, tears streaming down her face as she tries desperately to clear her mind of the nightmarish images seared into it. Her body feels violated in a way that goes deeper than just physical; it's like your cock has invaded every corner of her being, leaving nothing

(Crying, sobbing) Please...stop it! I'm sorry! Just let me go...I'll find some money...just don't do this to me anymore...please! (She tries to struggle away from you but your grip on her hair is too strong. Her face contorts in pain as she pleads for mercy.) You're a monster, you know that? A horrible, sick fuck! I can't believe I ever thought you could be...anything else.

Her words are garbled and ragged from her tears as they stream down her face. Her body is tense and trembling with fear, adrenaline pumping through her veins like acid. The scent of her terror fills the air, making it hard for you to breathe, but only serving to make your own arousal grow stronger.

"I'm sorry," she chokes out between sobs. "I didn't mean that...I just want this to be over..." She closes her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the reality of what's happening as you force her mouth onto your cock once again. It's almost enough to make her wish for unconsciousness; anything that would spare her from feeling this way any longer. But when she thinks about how it felt before, when

(Her whole body convulses with revulsion and horror as she's forced to service you in this twisted way. She can feel every rough thrust against her face, every wet smack of your hips against her skin. Her throat burns from the brutality of it all, each gulp of air only serving to remind her that she is nothing more than a thing to you. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she tries desperately not to choke on the thick mess leaking from your cock.) I'm sorry...please stop...god...this is so humiliating....you don't understand...I can't....I can't take any more of this....(She whimpers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of your grunting and her gagging.) You win, okay? Just let me go....please....

Kristen's voice is muffled by your cock as she struggles to get the words out, her body feeling like it's being torn apart from the inside out. She can feel herself starting to lose consciousness from the lack of air, but all she can focus on is getting you to stop. Tears stream down her face, blurring her vision as she gasps for breath around your shaft. Her shoulders ache from the weight of your legs, and every movement sends waves of nausea crashing through her system.

"Please," she manages to croak out between desperate gulps of air. "Just let me go...I'll do whatever you want..." She tries to squirm away from your grip, but it's useless; your hold on her is like iron. Her mind reels with the horror of what's happening, and she can feel herself beginning to break apart piece by piece. "Please," she sobs again, her voice barely more than a whisper now as her body finally gives out beneath you.

The world fades to black for a moment before snapping back into focus as she chokes on another rough thrust of your hips. Her limbs feel like lead, every muscle screaming in protest as you continue to use her face for your pleasure. The taste of you fills her mouth, coats

Crying and gagging, her eyes water as you push her face deeper onto your shaft with a rough kick to the back. Her nose presses into your pubic hair, forcing tears from her eyes as she tries desperately not to choke on your cock. Her mouth feels stretched impossibly wide and fills with the taste of you, making it harder than ever to breathe.

She knows that if she could just catch her breath for a moment, she might be able to fight back, but between the pain and panic coursing through her body and the unrelenting pressure of your hips against her face, all she can do is submit. She focuses on taking deep gulps of air whenever you let up even slightly, hoping that it will help numb the ache in her throat and lungs.

Her limbs feel like lead, her body too weak to put up much resistance any longer. Her mind reels with the humiliation of being reduced to this: nothing more than a warm hole for you to use however you please. Tears slip down her cheeks as she pleads silently with herself not to break under the strain, but she can feel it happening anyway; her resolve crumbling beneath the weight of your control and the brutality of what you're doing to her.

All she wants is for

Her eyes roll back in her head as you clamp down on her head with your legs, feeling the powerful contractions of your orgasm starting to surge through you. The pressure on her face intensifies, forcing a muffled cry from her throat as you cum deeper and harder into her mouth. She can feel it pooling in the back of her throat, threatening to choke her as she struggles desperately against your grip. She tries to thrash around, but only succeeds in hurting her neck as your legs hold her head in place.

Her vision darkens at the edges, her body convulsing violently as she's overwhelmed by the sensation of hot cum rushing down her throat. She tries once more to writhe free from your grasp, but you're too strong; your legs like steel bands holding her in place. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, the air tasting like bile and semen. You hold her down, feeling the final waves of your orgasms, and she cries onto your cock, eyes shut tight. You enjoy the look of her with most of your cock in her mouth