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The bass thumped through my chest as I weaved through the crowd, my eyes scanning the room for fresh prey. The college party that I snuck into was in full swing, a chaotic sea of sweaty bodies grinding against each other under strobe lights. But amidst the blur of faces and flailing limbs, one stood out like a beacon—a fiery redhead with wide, curious eyes that locked onto mine the moment I stepped into her orbit.

Her name, if I remembered correctly, was Emily or something. She was a sophomore I believed. But tonight, she was something else entirely—vulnerable, almost pleading for someone to take control. And that someone was going to be me.

I closed the distance between us in a few long strides, my presence looming over her like a dark cloud. She shrank back slightly, but not enough to escape my gaze. Her breath hitched as I leaned in, my voice a low growl that left no room for argument.

"You've been looking at me all night," I said, my lips inches from hers. "What do you want?"

She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "I... I don't know what you mean," she stammered, but the tremble in her voice gave her away.

I smirked, straightening up to my full height. "Oh, I think you do. You want to feel what it's like to be owned, to be dominated by a real man." My hand shot out, gripping her chin with a firm but controlled strength. "Am I right?"

Emily's eyes widened, her pulse quickening beneath my fingers. She nodded slowly, her defiance melting into submission. "Yes," she whispered, so quietly I almost didn't hear her.

"Good girl," I purred, releasing her chin and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my body. "Now, let's give these people a show they won't forget."

With that, I spun her around and pushed her face-first into the nearest wall, her hands instinctively bracing against the cool surface. The crowd parted around us, sensing the magnetic tension that crackled between us. I could feel their eyes on us, hungry for a glimpse of what was about to happen.

"Spread your legs now bitch," I commanded, my voice dripping with authority. Emily obeyed without hesitation, her thighs trembling as she widened them.

I reached down, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her skirt and yanking it up, exposing her lace panties. The fabric was soaked through, evidence of her arousal seeping through. I chuckled darkly, running my thumb over the damp material.

"Look at you, already dripping wet for me," I taunted, watching as her hips bucked involuntarily against my touch. "Such a dumb slut, aren't you?"

Emily whimpered, her head dropping forward. "Yes sir," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Louder," I demanded, punctuating my order with a sharp slap to her ass. The sound echoed through the room, drawing more gasps and murmurs from the onlookers.

"Yes! I'm a slut!" she cried out, her body arching toward me.

I grinned, leaning in to press my lips to the nape of her neck. "That's my good girl," I murmured, before tearing away the flimsy barrier of her panties with one swift motion.

Emily gasped as the cold air hit her bare skin, her entire body shivering with anticipation. I took my time, savoring the sight of her exposed, vulnerable form pressed against the wall. My cock, already rock-hard and throbbing, ached to be inside her, to claim her in front of everyone.

But I wasn't in a rush. I wanted to draw this out, to make her beg for it. To watch her unravel under my control.

I spread her cheeks with both hands, revealing her pink, glistening folds. "Look at how ready you are for me," I growled, positioning myself at her entrance. "Are you sure you can handle this big black cock, Emily?"

Her response came in the form of a desperate nod, her hips thrusting backward, seeking my hardness. I laughed, low and dangerous, and then I was inside her, my thick length pushing into her tight, aching hole.

Emily screamed, a mixture of pain and ecstasy tearing from her throat as I filled her completely. Her inner walls clamped down on me, squeezing tightly as she adjusted to my girth. I paused, letting her get used to the sensation, before pulling back and slamming into her again, harder this time.

The sound of our flesh meeting filled the room, along with Emily's cries of pleasure and surrender. I set a brutal pace, each thrust driving her deeper into the wall, making her whimper and moan with every inch I claimed.

"You love this, don't you?" I snarled, my voice laced with venom. "You love being fucked like a dirty little whore in front of everyone."

Emily's only reply was a guttural sob, her body shaking with each impact. I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around my shaft, begging for release.

I reached around, pinching her nipples through her shirt, twisting them cruelly. "Cum for me, slut," I ordered, my voice commanding her very soul. "Let them see what a pathetic fucktoy you are."

Her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around me as she screamed my name. The sound was pure music to my ears, a symphony of submission and degradation.

But I wasn't done with her yet. Far from it.

I withdrew from her drenched pussy, leaving her empty and exposed. She turned, her eyes swimming with tears as she looked up at me, her face a mask of raw, unfiltered need.

"Please," she begged, her voice broken. "Don't stop..."

I smirked, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her to her knees. "Beg for it, bitch," I said, forcing her to look up at me. "Beg me to fuck your mouth."

Emily hesitated, shame warring with her desire. But there was no contest—her hunger for my cock won out.

"Please, Aziz," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Fuck my mouth. Use it like the filthy cunt it is."

I obliged, thrusting my cock into her waiting mouth with a cruel grin. She gagged immediately, her throat fighting against the intrusion. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she opened wider, her eyes glassy with desperation.

I began to piston in and out of her mouth, using her as my personal toy. Her lips stretched around my girth, her tongue working frantically to keep up with my demands. I could feel the heat of her throat, the way her muscles strained to accommodate my size.

"That's it," I encouraged, my hands tightening in her hair. "Take it all, you worthless slut. Show everyone what a good little cock sucker you are."

The crowd around us had grown silent, phone flash illuminated us, the only sounds in the room being Emily's muffled moans and the wet squelch of our flesh meeting. I could see the envy in their eyes, the hunger to trade places with her. But they knew better than to challenge me.

I pulled out of her mouth just long enough to ask, "Whose mouth is this?"

Emily coughed, her eyes watering. "Yours," she croaked, before taking me back in, her lips sealing around my shaft like a vice.

"Good bitch," I praised, resuming my brutal pace. "Keep sucking, and maybe I'll let you taste my cum."

Her eyes lit up at the promise, her movements growing more frantic, more eager. I could feel my own climax approaching, the pressure building in my balls. But I wasn't ready to let go yet.

I needed to push her further, to break her completely.

"Get up," I ordered, pulling her to her feet and turning her around again. "Bend over the table."

Emily scrambled to obey, her ass high in the air as she bent over the makeshift bar. I positioned myself behind her, lining my cock up with her dripping slit once more.

"Last chance to back out," I teased, giving her ass a playful smack. "Or are you really that much of a slut?"

Emily shook her head, her resolve clear. "No, please," she begged. "Fuck me harder. Make me yours."

I didn't need any more encouragement. With a roar, I drove into her, burying myself to the hilt in one savage thrust. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the atmosphere electric with voyeuristic excitement.

We were their entertainment, their spectacle. And I was going to give them a performance they would never forget...