Einzug in die FickWG
Title: “Einzug in die FickWG”
There was a new girl moving into the FickWG (Fucking WG) today, and everyone was buzzing with anticipation. Lou, the resident stud, lounged on the sofa, a sly grin on his face as he watched the petite brunette maneuver her boxes into the shared living room. Her tight, ripped jeans hugged her pert ass deliciously, and her simple white tee strained against her budding tits. The new girl, Emma, looked to be only 19 or 20, an absolute jailbait dream come true.
“I can’t believe how stacked she is for her age,” Tim, Lou’s roommate and fellow degenerate, remarked as he chugged his beer.
“Fuck yeah, bro. This is gonna be a fun year,” Lou replied, his cock already twitching in his pants.
Emma blushed as their eyes roved over her nubile body. “Nice to meet you guys,” she stammered, trying to keep her composure. Little did she know, her lease came with a very special agreement.
Once her final box was unloaded, there was a knock at the door. An elderly woman Louis had nicknamed “Mutti” (mother) entered, her thick German accent immediately filling the room. “Hallo! You must be our new little Emma,” she said, embracing the shy girl warmly.
Mutti was the matriarch of the group, the one who set the rules and enforced them with a tight fist. Her dark hair was always impeccably styled, her full, luscious lips forever painted a seductive red. She wore a form-fitting black dress that accentuated every curve, stopping just above the knee. Lou knew she wore nothing underneath, per the house rules.
“Welcome to your new home, liebling,” Mutti purred, giving Emma a squeeze. “I’m sure you’ll find the accommodations most…satisfying.” She shot a knowing look at Lou and Tim, who smirked back.
Emma looked around the room nervously, trying to process the loved mixed signals. “Thanks, I’m really looking forward to it.”
“Excellent!” Mutti clapped her hands together. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I need to show the boys to our private meeting room. We’ll talk more about your duties later.”
Lou took Emma’s hand and gave it a clandestine squeeze before following Mutti down the hall. His heart was already pounding with anticipation. This was going to be one wild semester.
In the privacy of their meeting room, a dimly lit domain filled with sex toys and bondage gear, Mutti laid down the law. “Boys, our new plaything has arrived, and I expect nothing less than total obedience from all of you. Emma is fresh meat, a tight little vixen who belongs to us now.”
Lou salivated at the thought, his cock swelling painfully in his jeans. “Of course, Mutti. You know you can count on me.”
“Good,” she purred, trailing a finger down Lou’s chest. “Because I’ll have no mercy on anyone who disappoints me.”
Tim gulped audibly, his eyes fixed on Mutti’s ample cleavage. ” plo?
