Two-Week Fling with My[F] Roommate[M] Part 4: Featuring My Impressive Throat and His Attentive Tongue

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It was Tuesday night, and I was alone with Scott in the living room once again. We sat on the couch in a somewhat awkward state. We were talking, bullshitting about our work and our friends, but not really looking at each other. Scott actually had his eyes closed for most of the conversation, intentionally not looking at me. He was avoiding the elephant in the room so deliberately that I thought this was his way of saying he didn’t want to continue our sexual adventures. And then it happened. The tension broke. Scott opened his eyes, looked at me hungrily, and leaned in just a bit. I did the same, and our soft kissing soon gave way to more passionate making out. His hands grabbed at my back and felt up my chest; he had definitely taken my advice about being more assertive. He slipped his hands under my shirt, working his way up to my bra and unclasping it effortlessly. As he kissed along my collar bones, I felt myself begin to soak through my black satin underwear. There was something so forbidden, so erotic, about doing this with my best friend. I wanted more.

“Want to go to the basement?” I asked. He nodded, and we quickly moved downstairs.

Things instantly advanced in the basement. Scott lifted my shirt over my head before we even managed to sit on the couch, leaving my unhooked bra barely concealing my huge tits. I made a little show of sliding the straps down my shoulders and letting the bra fall to the floor, revealing my naked torso to him for the first time. Scott’s face was hilarious; he had clearly never seen tits so large in person, and he was overwhelmed. He grabbed one in each hand and began to lick my nipples softly, pulling us both down onto the couch. After a few minutes of sucking and nibbling on my perky tits, he seemed surprised that I hadn’t made more of a fuss. “One of my ex’s used to get off just from nipple play,” he explained.

“These girls are used to being knocked around all day, every day. They’re constantly in the way!” I laughed. “It’s gonna take a lot more than that to make me cum. But right now I’m more worried about you…”

I asked him to take his pants off, and then resumed my position between his legs, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, this time with my DDD tits out in full force. I pushed my boobs upand placed them on either side of his 7 inch cock. I licked it up and down, getting him ready for what I hoped would be the best blowjob of his life. Slowly, I began pushing his length into my mouth, my face buried into my own tits as I approached the base of his cock. My husband’s dick is about 9 inches, and I’ve never been all that successful at taking the whole thing, but with Scott I had a real chance.

I made it my mission to fit the whole thing in my mouth. Part of me wanted him to feel good, part of me wanted to outshine every other woman he had ever been with… But honestly, most of me just wanted him to know what a dirty, deepthroating slut I was. And after a few attempts, I did it- I could feel his girth stretching my jaw and his cock sliding down my throat and my own tits on my face, and I held him that way until I needed to come up, gasping for air. I heard him let out a loud groan. “Holy shit,” he panted, twitching slightly. I leaned in to take him in my mouth again, but he stopped me. “No, I’m good. Fucking antidepressants keep me from cumming sometimes. But holy shit that was incredible.”

“Wait, what?”

It was the first time that I had heard about SSRI’s fucking with a person’s ability to cum, and he seemed apologetic about it. But from my perspective, I saw this as an absolute win; I did a great job and there was no clean up necessary. I realize that a lot of the guys reading this story love to picture girls covered in globs of hot cum, but from a practicality standpoint, it’s great to be able to swallow an entire cock without having to wash cum out of your hair before work the next morning.

Scott changed the subject. “Enough about my damn Prozac keeping your face clean… Can I finger you again?” At this point I was hornier than I’d ever been and eager to get off. I took my pants off slowly, standing up and leaning over to expose my ass and pussy to him as I stripped. I turned back around, standing completely naked before him. I was a little shy, but he seemed very excited by what he saw.

I sat back down next to him and he moved his hand to my pussy again, teasing my inner my thighs a bit before slipping a finger gently into my slit. It was so hot, and I was so wet, and I said, “If you still want to go down on me, you can.” He asked if I was sure, and as soon as he had confirmation, he was on his knees in front of the couch, pushing my legs off to the sides of him, eager to cross another line in our friendship.

Scott looked at my pussy for a moment before diving his face into it, enthusiastically tasting my warm, wet cunt. I could feel myself drip as he flicked his tongue around inside me, moving from my hole to my clit every so often. Scott held my legs up and to the side firmly as he tasted me, and I was shocked by how confidently he devoured and overpowered me. It was the first time I had seen him in a dominant state, not just sexually, but in general; Scott was usually a very laid back guy, and watching him take charge of my pussy made me even wetter. He spread my lips and slipped one finger into me, then two, curling them upward along my g-spot while he pleasured me with his tongue. The technique was immaculate. In no time, I was over the edge, moaning and squeaking and squirming around on my best friend’s tongue and fingers. I was an absolute waterfall of cum, and he drank like he’d been wandering the desert for years.

“JESUS, you get wet,” laughed Scott, emerging from between my legs and wiping his beard. “Are you trying to drown me?”

“You’re a lifeguard. You’ll live,” I shot back. But looking down at our roommate’s dark fabric couch, I could tell Scott was right; I had left a huge, white wet spot on the cushion where I had been sitting.

“Oh well.” Scott muttered, wiping it away lightly. “He’s a shitty roommate anyway.” Remembering the roommate’s habit of practicing his goddamn banjo at 5 am when he got home from his night shift, I couldn’t argue.

“Fuck his couch,” I agreed.

“But also….”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

We laughed, and laid down some ground rules: if we were going to fuck, we should decide that ahead of time. And while sober. And with all of our clothes on.

Tune in next time to hear how we broke every single one of those rules.

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