Of all the ways Justin imagined he might spend his Sunday, he never anticipated that it would involve him being led, naked, into his room, by a strange young woman whose hand presently had a firm grip on his rigid cock.
He took short steps, making sure to keep up with the girl as she led him down the hallway to his bedroom, which suddenly seemed to go on for miles. If he fell behind, his cock received a sharper tug than he cared for. Finally the girl holding his makeshift leash reached the door to his room and, without asking, pushed the door open and dragged him inside.
"You know, your room is messier than I expected," the girl remarked. "I thought you guys were supposed to be cleaner than this." She surveyed the unmade bed, the crinkled posters of shirtless men on the walls, the clothing strewn about on the floor. "Doesn't really matter to me, though." As filled with anticipation as she was for the main event, she was enjoying her exercise of power over Justin. Like many guys she had encountered, his tough talk vanished once she put him in his place a bit, and soon she was going to get what she came for. First, she wanted to take the opportunity to check out her surroundings and jerk the boy around a little more. Literally. She smiled to herself at the way the slightest movement of her wrist generated a tug on the boy's cock that led him wherever she wanted. She guided him around the room in this manner, prodding his belongings and opening drawers. One of these, the drawer to his nightstand, contained a 9-inch dildo and bottle of lube. She laughed. "Hell, that's bigger than this thing." She gave his cock a hard squeeze, delighting at the gasp from Justin that resulted. "Doesn't look as thick, though." Satisfied with what she had seen, she spun Justin around so that he faced her, his back to the bed.
Justin doubted that he could be any more humiliated or defeated. This experience started with him forcibly yelling at this girl to get out of his apartment, and now he was stark naked with her vice-like grip on his manhood while she violated both his body and his privacy. Suddenly, mercifully, the girl's hand left his still-throbbing cock, but Justin's relief was short-lived. He felt a forceful push on his muscular chest as the girl rammed both her palms into it, causing Justin to fall back on the bed. He felt the sheets on his bare ass and felt his cock flop and smack his hard abs. Dazed, he propped himself up on his elbows, only to be forced back down as the girl climbed on top of him, her palms again slamming into his hard chest. She wasn't stronger than he, of course, but he was somehow under her control. He felt her palms resting on his chest as her fingers ran through his light dusting of chest hair. He craned his neck to see that she was straddling him. "What are you..."
"Listen, I think we're past the whole 'You're not going to do this,' 'Yes, I am,' thing." She took her hands off his chest and began adjusting her skirt. "Just be a good boy. I'm going to be doing the work, anyway." She positioned herself over his cock.
Justin realized, to his horror, that she wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. He felt the tip of his cock slide along the girl's pussy just before.... "Oh fuck!" She had begun lowering herself onto him. "You can't do this! This is... this is..." His protests waned, replaced with gasps and moans, as the girl lowered herself completely over his dick. "Fuck, I... I've never... I...."
