giving my [FF]emale roommate hickies and taking nudes for her!! [F23]

My female roommate, S, is an Amazon goddess. 6 feet tall, has the body of a track athlete, and more than capable of pounding me like I’m the pavement under her feet. And I have her submissive, gay ass wrapped around my finger.

If you look through my post history, I’m living the bisexual dream by fucking my boyfriend and S. Sure, bisexual people aren’t necessarily horny sluts who wanna fuck every guy and girl they meet, but I’m bi and I am 100% that stereotype.

But back to S’s ass wrapped around my finger. Or rather, her pussy clenching around my dildo as I played with her clit. I snarled quietly in her face, “Are you gonna be good for me?”

S nodded her head, whining softly. I smiled, giving her a soft peck on her forehead. “Good girl. What do good girls get?”

She knew the drill. “Good girls get to cum.”

I loved the way she blushed whenever she said that. As kinky as she was, nothing gets her off harder than being praised and being dominated by someone as tiny as me. I’m a whole foot shorter, but when the clothes come off, I might as well be ten feet taller than her.

“Well, I don’t think I’d wanna let you cum yet.”

Her eyes widened. I slipped my dildo as deep as I could, letting the moment hang. “You owe me, S. Remember?”

It dawned on her. She had to ditch one of our date nights earlier this week for personal reasons. I didn’t hold it against her, but I did promise to get her back. And now, I had her by the (metaphorical) balls.

S glanced at the bedside table, where I had prominently placed my 7 inch big boy dildo. I’ve fucked her with small strap-ons, but I’ve never fucked her with that. I was going to use it on myself, but seeing her reaction gave me an idea.

“If you continue to behave, I’ll let you cum.” I left the threat unsaid, as I picked up the pace languidly. “Tell me, how should I punish you?”

S frowned, as I kissed my way down the side of her neck, turning her face towards the dildo. She squirmed, and I felt her sigh as I kissed her neck urgently. She sighed, “Please?”

“Hm?” I asked, between kisses. She paused, trying to find the words. “Please bite me?”

I obliged, sucking hard against her collarbone as her hips bucked towards me. I lifted myself up, inspecting my handiwork. It certainly looked red enough to me, but S was enjoying herself a little too much.

“I think you need a reminder that you belong to me. You’ll do what I say?” I asked. She nodded quietly.

“Color?”

“Green.”

“Well, I think I’m gonna have to leave a few more hickeys on you. Really drive the point home,” I said. My hand left S’s clit, and she whined softly, her hips arching reluctantly. I gripped her by the forehead and pushed her head to the side, as I nuzzled against her other collarbone. “Who do you belong to?”

“Leeee-” she replied, as I bit her, and her voice trailed off into a soft whimper. I lifted myself back up. It was redder than the previous bite.

“How many hickeys do you think you need?” I asked rhetorically. S shrugged her shoulders under me. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. As many as I want. I’m going to bite a ring of hickeys around your gorgeous chest.”

I felt her gasp, as I lowered myself onto her with a predatory grin. Mine, mine, mine.

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Half a dozen hickeys.

The last hickey had been particularly painful, so I reached back down and started fucking S gently with the dildo in her. I cooed praises into her ear, bringing her back to the edge as I asked her if she wanted to be an even better girl for me. I could sense the hesitation.

“Color?”

“Yellow.”

“Nothing too painful,” I reassured her. I lifted myself up, letting her see my handiwork. I traced my finger along the burgeoning bruises, pausing at the gaps, before ghosting my finger up her neck. “But I do want to leave a hickey on your neck at the end.”

She hesitated again.

“After you cum. If you want to.” I added. This wasn’t about getting back at her. I just wanted to leave a bruise on her neck again.

“Later?” S whispered, as I pushed the dildo back into her. I nodded, kissing her on the forehead and patting her head. “No worries.”

I felt her melt a little under me, back into the subby mess she was, as she presented her shoulder to me again. As I lifted myself off her, I made eye contact with her again, and she smiled.

That was the nice thing about sex with S. Sex with my boyfriend was rough, a battle of wills between a dominant man and a mischievous brat aching to be punished. I was an absolute devil that craved to be fucked in every hole, and I made my boyfriend work for it every single time. But sex with S was soft and quiet and gentle. While I’d love to be an utter bitch to S, it wouldn’t work that way. She got off on being a good girl, and that made everything so much more… *intimate*.

I trailed bites around her chest and cleaned up my handiwork. Satisfied, I kissed her on the lips. “You look amazing, S.”

I felt her smile as we deepened our kiss. She pulled me closer, hands running up my back. We made out for an eternity and a half, before I finally gathered the willpower to pull off her.

Maybe I’m biased, but I loved the bruises on S. She was utterly, utterly mine.

I crawled up the bed and climbed onto her face. I heard her laugh a little under me. “Someone’s wet.”

Who wouldn’t be?

I stroked S’s hair as she lapped my pussy starry-eyed, purring as I praised her. “God, S, you’re such a good girl. You look so beautiful with all those bruises.”

I shuddered, as her tongue ghosted across my clit. She lifted my ass, adjusting my position while she slid her hands up my lower back. I slid closer to her, pressing my pussy against her face, feeling her every breath on my skin. I wanted to ride the shit out of her face so badly.

“S, can I snap a picture of you?”

Her tongue paused on my clit. Fuck, it was hard to think *straight* with a woman’s tongue on you.

“Just your chest for my phone, babe. Nothing identifiable, unless you’re okay with it,” I offered. I could feel her deliberating under me. I felt her shoulders shrug under me, and I stroked her hair. “I’ll let you see it, don’t worry. But first…”

I tugged her head towards my pussy, and she pressed herself into me. She was right, I was very wet. Having her wrapped around my finger like that was intoxicating, and knowing that she was pushing her limits *for me* was extra hot. So it’s not entirely my fault that I came within seconds on her skilled tongue. Besides, S could draw out my orgasm like a pro. I squealed and fell on her, and she kept going, like a riptide that drags you out into the ocean, until I had to tap out.

I pushed myself off her, leaving a wet spot on her chest. S looked way too pleased with herself. I wiped the smirk and juices off her face and rolled off her.

“You look pleased,” I muttered, picking up my phone from the bedside table with my other hand. She licked my fingers clean, almost putting on a show. “I look wonderful.”

I opened the curtains, letting more sunlight into the room. The sun was starting to set, and she was right, she looked positively breathtaking under the golden light. I got S to pose for a few shots for my personal consumption, and I convinced her to let me take a few more artistic nudes on her phone. But we couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room, or specifically the dildo in her pussy and the wet spot she left on her sheets.

“Why don’t you cum for the camera, S?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll keep taking nudes! Just show me how you like to get off.”

“Face down?” she asked. I cocked my head as she laid on her bed, legs spread.

“You masturbate face down?”

She turned her head towards me. “Yeah! I like the friction.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Besides, this was all about her. I kept a wide-angle shot of her as she began to grind her pussy on one hand, while the other hand fucked herself with the dildo. It would have been hotter to see the bruises on her chest, but this was still kinda hot in its own way. I could watch her cum all day, I could listen to her moan softly as she edged herself.

“Cum for me, S.”

I heard her gasp in surprise as my words pushed her over the edge. Her hips snapped downwards as she thrust her hips against her hand and she groaned. As she rode out her orgasm, I climbed into bed between her legs. I dropped her phone by her head, and pressed my hand against her dripping pussy.

“Can you cum for me again?” I asked, my fingers finding her clit. I toyed with it gently, lightly tapping it as she came down from her high. She mewled quietly and nodded. I pushed her hips up and pulled out my dildo. While I didn’t know if S was into rimming, I was relatively sure I could get away with eating her out from behind, and using my nose to stimulate her ass.

(Which sounds weird as hell now that I’m typing it out, but trust me on that.)

Oh, but the sounds S made. And the sounds her pussy made, as I ate her out and made an utter mess of her pussy. All pussies taste great, but I loved how S tastes after fucking her hard. A little tangy, a little sour, like a sexy mix of butter and coins. I kept time in my head, eating her out to a song in my head, as I edged her once, twice, before finally letting her cum. She squealed into her pillow and I kept going.

“How does it feel now, asshole?” I thought to myself, as her thighs shook. Her swears quickly became cries for me to stop, and I slowed down, lapping at her lips softly as she came down from her orgasm.

S curled up on her bed and scooched to one side, motioning for me to lie down with her. Our arms found each other’s backs and I stopped the video recording on her phone. She grinned at me with a radiant smile as I saved it on her phone. As promised, I wasn’t going to send it to myself. This video was entirely for her.

“Lee,” she said. She looked so soft in that moment, her hard eyes crinkling at the edges. I had to kiss her.

“That was good,” she said, between kisses. I pulled back a little. “Just good?”

“Fine. Great. Words are hard.”

I kissed her. Good was good enough.

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