The robe is pink silk.

It keeps falling open. I keep trying to close it but then my hands brush my boobs and I just... oooh...

They're so soft. And heavy. And when my fingers find my nipples it's like this jolt that goes all the way down to my pussy and I forget what I was doing.

I'm walking down a hallway. I don't know this hallway. My fingers are on my nipples and I'm walking and my tits are just out and I can feel the air on them and it feels so good.

Everything is soft. The carpet. The walls. The light. All of it warm and soft and I keep walking and my boobs sway with every step and I can feel them swaying and that makes me want to touch them and touching them makes me forget and then I'm walking again and they're swaying and I want to—

I giggle.

Why am I giggling?

Focus. I need to find a phone. I need to call someone cuz I don't think I'm supposed to be here. I can call my roommate. She had brown hair and she was always studying and her name was...

My thumb drags across my nipple.

Gone.

I keep walking. Left at the end. Then right. Then down some stairs.

Then I'm in a kitchen.

It's big. White marble. One of those huge fridges. There's fruit on the island and everything is clean and I know where the glasses are.

I stop.

I know where the glasses are. In the cabinet above the sink. Mugs one shelf up.

How do I know that?

My hand is on my boob again. I pull it back down. My fingers are wet. Why are my fingers wet?

I've never been in this kitchen. I've never been in this house. I woke up in a strange bed with a girl sucking on my titties and now I'm standing here and I know where the glasses are and that's not... that's...

Something happened to me. On April first. I went to Professor King's office and... and then...

It gets fuzzy after the desk.

I look down. My robe is open. My tits are just hanging there. Huge and round and my nipples are so hard they almost hurt.

Okay the boobs are real. I can feel them. But everything else—

"Well, well, well."

I spin around.

There's a guy in the doorway. His eyes drop to my tits.

I should cover up. I should close my robe and tell him to stop looking.

My hands don't move.

Something warm between my legs likes the way he's looking. Likes how his eyes go heavy.

No. Stop.

I grab the robe. Pull it shut. "Who are you?"

He takes a step closer. "Gavin."

"Gavin who?"

"Gavin who lives here with you, little slut."

"I don't— this isn't—" The words keep slipping. "This isn't my house."

"No," he says. He's smiling. "It's not." He reaches out and tugs the tie of my robe. It falls open. Everything showing. I should scream. I should slap him. But my nipples get harder and I can feel myself getting wetter and I just stand there.

He walks behind me. His hand on my lower back. Sliding down. Down over the silk and then under it and—

I gasp.

His hand cups my ass. And there's so much of it. His fingers sink in and I can feel how round it is. How it fills his whole hand and then some.

"That's not— that wasn't—"

He squeezes. Hard. And heat floods straight between my legs so fast I have to grab the counter.

"My butt is small—"

He squeezes again and my knees buckle a little. My ass is so sensitive. Like my boobs. Every inch of me is just waiting to be touched and it's not fair because I can't—

"I was normal! I had a normal body and I was going to— going to grad—"

SMACK.

His hand comes down on my ass and my brain goes white. Fuzzy. Nothing. The sting turns to warmth and the warmth sinks down into my pussy and I'm so wet I can feel it on my thighs.

"Oh," I breathe.

SMACK.

"It's always so fun when you forget," Gavin croons.

I dunno what he's saying. What did I forget?

My body jolts forward and my tits hit the cold marble and the sting and the cold hit me at the same time and—

I moan. It comes out of me loud and desperate and slutty and I can hear myself and it doesn't sound like me. Doesn't sound like anyone I—

SMACK.

"Ohhhhh please—"

Please what? I don't even know. Please stop? Please more? Please—

His palm rubs slow circles over where he hit. Hot skin on hot skin. I'm bent over the island. Tits flat on the marble. Ass in the air. Robe bunched around my elbows.

And I'm so thirsty. Not for water. For something. I need something in my mouth. Something thick and I can feel him pressing against me through his jeans and my hips push back before I can stop them.

"What's your last name, Gabby?"

"M... Mo... it starts with M..."

"What's your major?"

"Wha's... major..."

I can feel him pressed against my ass. Hard. My brain keeps trying to grab the answer and my body keeps pushing back against him.

"The... thing... with the..."

SMACK.

My elbows give out. My cheek presses against the marble. Cool and smooth. I'm panting. Drooling a little.

His hand slides between my legs from behind. His fingers find my soaking pussy and I hear him groan and I know it's because I'm soaked. I'm dripping. I can feel it.

One finger slides between my folds. Slow. Up through all that slippery heat and barely barely barely touching my clit and then back down and I can't—

"I'm not—" I'm trying to say something. Something about who I was before. I wasn't a girl who got wet from being spanked. I wasn't a girl who—

His finger pushes inside me.

OH.

One finger and it's so much. My pussy squeezes around it and I can feel every ridge of his knuckle and I'm shaking. My thighs are trembling against the counter.

He adds a second finger and I bury my face in my arms and make a sound that isn't a word. Isn't anything. Just need.

He fucks me with his fingers. Slow. Then faster. His other hand grips my hip. The wet sounds. I can hear my pussy. Wet and obscene and each sound makes me wetter and each—

"Please," I beg into my arms.

"Please what, slut?"

"Please I need— I need to— please—"

"Say it."

"Cum! I need to cum please please please—"

His thumb presses down on my clit and his fingers curl up and—

Everything goes white and then bright and then nothing. My body locks up and shakes and I can feel my pussy clenching over and over and something warm floods through my head and something falls out. Something I was holding. A fact. A name. I was studying... I was...

I slump against the counter. Panting. His fingers still inside me. My pussy still twitching.

"Good girl."

I whimper. Those two words do something to me. Something in my belly. I want to hear it again.

He pulls his fingers out. Holds them in front of my face. Wet. Shiny.

I open my mouth.

I don't decide to. It just opens. Like it knows what to do.

He slides his fingers between my lips and I suck. I moan around them. I taste sweet and musky and I suck and suck and when they're clean I keep sucking because I don't want them to leave. I don't want my mouth to be empty.

He pulls them out and I whine. Actually whine. Like a—

"Thirsty girl."

I am. I'm so thirsty. It got worse after I came. My mouth is empty and I need it to not be empty. I need something in it. Something thick and warm and—

I'm on my knees.

When did I get on my knees? The marble is cold and hard and I don't care. I'm looking up at him and his jeans are right there and I can see it through the denim and my mouth is watering. Actually watering.

"I don't do this," I say. My hands are already on his belt. "I've never—"

"You love sucking cock, you whore."

"I haven't! I'm a— I was a—"

The word. It means you haven't had sex. Starts with V.

Vir...

Vir...

My fingers undo his belt. Pop the button. Zipper. His cock springs out and it's big. Thick and hard and the tip is wet and I can smell him and my pussy clenches so hard I almost cum just from—

"I was a good girl," I whisper. My lips are so close. I can feel the heat of him on my mouth.

He runs his fingers through my hair. "Good girls love cock."

My tongue comes out. Just to taste. Just to—

And the second it touches my tongue something happens. Something clicks in my brain. Something that feels like yes. Like this is what my mouth is for. This is what I—

I moan and take him in.

My jaw stretches. He's so thick. Heavy and hot on my tongue and I suck and it's the most natural thing I've ever done. More natural than breathing. More natural than—

Than what?

I take him deeper. My lips stretch and I gag a little and the gagging makes my eyes water and tears run down my cheeks and I must look so stupid. Sloppy and messy and—

The thought makes me moan around him.

"Fucking love you like this." His hand tightens in my hair.

My head bobs. Wet sounds in the kitchen. Drool running down my chin and dripping onto my tits. I don't care. I don't care about anything except his cock and the way my brain goes quiet and soft and warm when I suck.

The campus. I was trying to remember something about...

Doesn't matter.

My apartment. I had an apartment with...

Doesn't matter.

Suck. Suck. Suck.

His hips push forward. Into my throat. Gentle but firm. And I relax and let him because my mouth is... this is where I'm s'posed to be. On my knees. Sucking.

Was I smart? I don't... I don't think so. Smart girls don't end up on their knees. I don't think. I don't...

I don't think.

I suck.

"Gonna cum."

I moan and suck harder. The thirst. That horrible wonderful thirst. I need him to fill my mouth. I need to taste it. I need to swallow and feel it go down warm into my tummy and—

He cums.

It hits the back of my throat. Warm. Thick. I swallow. And swallow. And each swallow sends this pulse through my whole body and my pussy clenches and I cum.

I cum from swallowing.

My eyes go back in my head and I moan around his cock and my body shakes and I keep swallowing and cumming and swallowing until there's nothing left.

Nothing in his cock.

Nothing in my head.

He pulls out.

I'm on the floor. On my knees. My robe is gone. My face is wet. Wet on my chin. Wet on my tits. Wet between my legs dripping onto the marble.

I feel so good.

I look up at him. I'm smiling. Big and dopey. I can feel cum on my chin.

He tucks himself in. Picks up his coffee. Sips.

"How's your ass?"

I blink. I can feel it behind me. Big and round.

What about it?

I wiggle a little. It jiggles. Feels nice.

"Really good," I say. My voice sounds far away. Dreamy. "It's like... really good."

"No more complaints?"

Complaints?

"Nuh-uh." I shake my head. My tits wobble. I giggle.

He pats my head. "Good girl. Clean yourself up. Your master will be home soon."

Master.

The word goes into me warm. All the way down. I don't know who Master is. But my pussy clenches and my heart does something soft and I know I want to be good. I want to be so good.

I sit on the kitchen floor for a while. Naked and sticky and smiling. My fingers make little circles on my thighs. Sometimes I cup my boobs just to feel how heavy they are.

Mine.

The thirst is quiet. Resting. Warm in my tummy.

I pull myself up. Wobbly. I giggle.

I find a cloth in the drawer. I know which drawer. I wipe my face.

I put on the robe. It barely reaches my thighs. My tits spill out. The silk sticks to my ass.

I walk out of the kitchen. Hips swaying. Boobs bouncing.

Master is coming home!