**Roommate Hypnosis**

I never planned to use my hypnosis skills on my roommate, but when Tessa walked into our dorm wearing those tight little sleep shorts and a tank top with no bra, my dick immediately went hard. We’d been living together for three months—long enough for me to memorize the way her tits bounced when she laughed, how her nipples poked through her shirts when she was cold. Today, I’d had enough of just looking.

She flopped onto the couch next to me, scrolling through her phone, completely clueless as I let my fingers drift toward her thigh. “Tess,” I murmured, lowering my voice just enough to slip into that smooth, commanding tone I knew worked best. “Look at me.”

She blinked, her eyes flicking up instinctively. Good girl.

“You’re feeling so relaxed right now,” I whispered, watching her pupils widen as my power settled over her. “Every word I say makes your body feel better. Makes you wet. Can you feel it?”

A soft gasp escaped her lips, her thighs pressing together. “I… yeah,” she breathed.

“Good. Now, take off your shirt.”

Her hands moved without hesitation, pulling the thin fabric over her head. Her tits were perfect—round, with perky pink nipples already stiff from the thrill of my control. I cupped one, rolling her nipple between my fingers as she whimpered.

“Fuck, you’re soaking already, aren’t you?” I smirked, sliding my other hand between her legs. Sure enough, her shorts were damp. I pressed down, feeling the heat of her pussy through the fabric. “Take these off too.”

She wiggled out of her shorts, her panties sticking to her swollen lips. I hooked a finger under the waistband and dragged them down, exposing her glistening cunt. My cock throbbed in my jeans.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered, guiding her fingers to her clit.

Tessa moaned as she circled it, her hips jerking into her own touch. “Oh god…”

“That’s right, rub that pretty little pussy for me,” I growled, unzipping my pants and freeing my aching dick. “Keep going—wider. I want to see inside.”

She obediently spread her legs, two fingers slipping between her slick folds. The squelching sound as she fucked herself sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock.

“You love this,” I murmured, stroking myself as I watched her. “Love feeling dirty, love how good my words make you feel. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” she whined, her eyes glazed with need.

I grinned and grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her knees. “Then beg.”

Tessa arched her back, ass in the air, and whimpered, “Fuck me, please, I need your cock—”

I didn’t wait. Gripping my shaft, I lined up and thrust deep, burying myself in her tight, wet heat in one hard stroke. She screamed, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.

“Fuuuck, Tess,” I groaned, slamming into her again. “You take my cock so fucking good.”

She was trembling, her nails digging into the couch as I pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Every snap of my hips sent her gasping, her juices dripping down her thighs.

“You close?” I grunted, gripping her hair and yanking her head back.

“Y-yes! Fuck, yes—!”

I reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles just as my balls tightened. With a growl, I came hard, pumping my cum deep inside her as she cried out and shuddered beneath me, her pussy milking every last drop.

When I finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the couch, panting, a dazed smile on her lips.

I smirked, brushing my thumb over her swollen clit. “Next time, you’re sucking me off first.”

And just like that, her pupils dilated again. Ready for round two.