I peeled off my clothes, put an erotic audio on in my earbuds and settled into bed for a long evening of slow, sensuous masturbation.
I reached into my bedside drawer and pulled out my favorite toy, one of those expensive app-enabled things, with a thrusting dildo part and a clit stimulator part. My ex had liked to take control of it and tease me until I begged. Good times. But I didn’t bother with the app any more, just turned it on with physical buttons that sent the motors through a handful of patterns and intensities.
I teased my pussy for a minute or two, feeling myself get wet, stretching my lips over the wide head of the dildo, keeping it in my tight entrance, before finally sliding the whole thing in. It was big, and I always felt like it would break me at first. I got myself used to it, settled the thumb-shaped clit vibrator where it belonged, and turned it on, moving my hips slowly, fucking myself deep and languid.
I turned the vibration up, the stroking inside me gaining an edge of relentlessness, the nerves in my clit lighting up. I pinched my nipples with my free hand, arching my back. Riding waves of pleasure rolling through my body, not yet overwhelming, but dissolving my thoughts, focusing me on the sensations in my body.
And then the toy stopped. Dead. Nothing. Abrupt and frustrating.
My first thought was batteries, but I knew I’d connected the charger this morning.
Then it started again. Gently at first, then more intense, then easing off, then intense. Slow, crescendo waves in the clit, even slower waves in the thrusting, maybe thirty seconds of hard internal pounding followed by thirty seconds of gently stroking. But then suddenly it went from zero to full strength abruptly, then zero again. And then all the way up, again.
Something was obviously not right now. I grabbed my phone, opened the app for the toy. Tried to connect.
“This toy is already connected to another device.”
Excuse me? And then the pieces fell together in my mind. Oh, shit.
I knocked on the wall I shared with my roommate, a tall, surprisingly jock-y history PhD candidate. “Hal?” I say, my voice confused, tentative. “Is … that … you?”
“Is what me?”
“You wouldn’t be, like …” how to say this? Fuck it. “Like connected to my vibrator right now, would you?”
“Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. Fuck, shit.” His genuine surprise and panic is unmistakable. “Liz, I’m so sorry, I thought … I met this girl … she wanted me to … that was you? This whole time? Fuck fuck fuck I’m so sorry.”
The ick I’d felt left my body instantaneously, and I erupted in full-on cackling laughter, uncontrollable, whole-body laughter, struggling to breathe, abs convulsing. The absolute silence from the other side of the wall just making it funnier.
“I’m sorry, Hal,” I finally wheeze, “I’m not laughing at you … it’s just … so fucking wild … and, like, the whiplash … I was really worried for a second that I’d signed a lease with some creepy weirdo … oh, God, that’s so fucked up.”
“I’m so sorry, Liz. I was just messing around with this girl from the gym, I’ve never used one of these things before. Oh my God, I can’t believe this, this is so fucked.”
I mostly recovered myself. “Relax, Hal, it’s no big deal. If anyone should be embarrassed, I guess it’s me.”
“No, come on, don’t be like that. You’re just trying to have a good time, nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything, I’m the one who can’t use a phone.”
I suddenly got a wicked idea, one I definitely wouldn’t have followed through on if I hadn’t already been edging myself for half an hour. Hal and I obviously liked each other, but we’d held off because, well, roommates. But it did seem like fate, right?
“You know,” I said, voice dripping with playful sex. “With all this mixup, I never got a chance to finish. And I have to say I was enjoying the way you were working. I know I’m not this girl from the gym, but maybe you want to come in and keep playing anyway?”
I didn’t have to ask him twice. Twenty seconds later he was in my room, sitting in my desk chair, and I’d taken the covers off the bed, spread my legs for him, and propped myself up, watching him watch me. Watching him move the sliders for the vibrator up and down, feeling the intensity on my clit rise as he moved his thumb on his phone. My pussy was soaking. I’d missed this, the feeling that I was not in control, that I was giving my body to a man for him to play with as he wanted. And what a man; Hal was one of those nerdy guys who didn’t look it, always in the gym, broad-chested, powerful limbs, well-defined muscles. More like a basketball player than a bodybuilder. He was dressed right now in a gray sleeveless tee and basketball shorts, in which, I noticed, a pretty huge erection was growing.
I don’t know how long he took bringing me to the edge, but it felt like a long time, slowly building and fading the vibration, the thrusting. I writhed and moaned, putting on a show, Hal’s watching eyes turning me on even more. I felt so sexy, so desired. I was ready. And the perverse instinct in me picked up again, took over.
“Daddy, may I cum, please? You’re making my little pussy feel soooo good.”
Hal didn’t flinch. He smiled. “Are you gonna earn it, princess?” Standing up.
Fuck, that’s hot, said my brain. And my pussy.
“Of course, Daddy, I’ll be your good girl. How do you want me to earn it, Daddy?”
He stripped his shirt and shorts. I caught a glimpse of the head of his cock poking out the top of his boxer briefs before he’d stripped those, too, and stood naked next to the bed near my face. He held his dick in his left hand, stroked it a few times until it was rock hard, pointed it at my mouth. Still holding his phone in his right hand.
“I think you know, princess. Let’s see what you can do.”
“It’s so big, Daddy, I don’t know if my little mouth can take it!”
This was false. I could take it, I knew. I was a very good girl, after all. And I loved to be filled from both ends. I shimmied over to the side of the bed, grabbed his cock in my hand. Pulled it down to my waiting mouth and licked it up and down, doing my best to make eye contact from this awkward angle. Then I took the whole head in my mouth, licking the sensitive spot just under the tip. Started jerking him off with my right hand while my left kept the vibrator in just the right spot. I felt like such a slut, sucking off my own roommate like this. The guy I’d made a pact with myself not to try to fuck. It was delicious.
“Mmm, princess, your mouth feels so good on Daddy’s cock,” said Hal.
“Mhwanyoohanny,” I said, mouth still filled with dick. I felt drool emerge from the corner of my mouth, drip down my chin. I reached around the back of his thigh, pulled him closer. Forced my obedient little throat down onto his cock. I gagged, and his dick popped out covered in slimy, stringy deepthroat spit that stayed on my lips, stretching out like a wire from a telephone pole until it broke and landed across my chin and chest. I pushed Hal’s cock back in. Felt it press past my uvula, stretching out my throat. This time I suppressed the gag, and soon he was all the way down, my nose buried deep in his pubic hair. I held it there as long as I could. Felt my pussy screaming for relief. But I had to earn it still.
“Holy fuck, Liz. Jesus.”
I let his cock go. For now. “Daddy, will you fuck my throat? Please?” Turning so my head hung over the side of the bed, looking up at him, tongue out. “Aaaaah,” like at the doctor’s. Holding his eyes. Baby voice, “Please?”
He did. He put his cock in my mouth, grabbed the back of my head, forced it all the way down. I let my throat go slack, passive, just a wet tube for his pleasure. And he used me, fucked my little throat pussy hard and deep, my tongue sliding over the top of his cock while he thrust in and out. In and out. And then he turned up my vibrator to full.
“You’re gonna make me cum, princess.”
“Hanihumhoo?”
“What’s that, princess?” Removing his cock.
“Can I cum with you, Daddy?”
“Do it, princess. Cum with me.” And shoved his cock back in.
Moments later I felt that unmistakeable, powerful thrust-hold-pump of Hal filling my stomach with a huge load of his seed. I grabbed his ass with my right hand, held him in while he spent himself down my slutty little throat.
I came, obviously. Finally let myself go, full from both ends, my thighs quivering, toes almost cramping, hips thrust into the air as my pussy squeezed and squeezed my toy. Felt the flood of endorphins rush my brain. The sense of satisfaction, knowing that I was a good, obedient little whore who had been rewarded with an orgasm and a load in her throat. Letting that feeling take over.
I didn’t even have to swallow when he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth.
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