It was another three weeks before the next program was ready, and they had been rough ones. Cassie remembered what had happened, but Dave was certain that she didn’t know the *why* of what had happened. All she knew was that she’d been horny enough to settle for Dave, and though they never spoke of the event a few beatings by Clarence for made up reasons made her thoughts on the matter clear. It was over, he was not to speak of it, and approaching the subject (or her) ever again would result in a lot worse than a beating.
He took it all, spent his nights with an ice pack over his black eye and fingers moving rapidly over the keyboard. That first night had been a whim, a test run for something he wanted to work but didn’t quite believe really would. Now he had a plan, and a goal. A beautiful, amazing goal. Unfortunately the full realization of it would need to wait until he’d done more testing, and that meant waiting for the right opportunity.
It came a week after the program was finished, and a week of playing the new sound all night long; Cassie slept there almost every night, after all. With noise-canceling headphones just to be safe, Dave wasn’t able to hear anything from the other bedroom but dumb, arrogant Clarence was all too eager to brag to his bros about the nightly head he’d been getting for the past several days. It was like she couldn’t sleep without a bellyful of cum, he laughed, and Dave just kept to himself without saying a word. All he did was smile when he heard that Clarence was off for an away game, an overnight trip that would leave just Dave and Cassie in the apartment.
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Sleep was out of the question, nor could he focus on much of anything else with the building anticipation. Dave ended up online, getting himself killed over and over in Counter Strike from glancing over at the door every couple of minutes. It was three long matches before he finally heard the knocking. The game was abandoned, the screaming of his teammates entirely ignored. With his cock starting to tent out his pajama pants and a twisting of anticipation in his gut Dave walked over to the door, opening it to reveal Cassie.
She was dressed for bed, an oversized pink t-shirt that hung off her generous chest, the tips of her stiff nipples just visible through the thin cloth. Her usual arrogance was there, but more clearly an act as her eyes strayed down and ended up fixed on his slowly growing bulge. The stare lasted a few seconds before she tore her gaze away, refusing to meet his eyes. “Its’s your lucky day, nerd. Don’t say anything, just take your pants off,” she said, stepping forward. Yet she ran into his outstretched arm, finally giving him a confused look.
“Why would I take my pants off?” he asked, knowing the answer and yet loving the look she gave him. It was as if he’d suddenly sprouted a second head, an idiotic or perhaps homosexual one that *didn’t* immediately respond when a girl who looked like her told him to strip down. “We don’t exactly like each other, so-”
“So I told you not to talk,” she snapped. “Just shut up and sit on the bed so I can suck your little dick.”
*Fuck , yes!* “No.” The word was simple, but had an amazing reaction. The irritation and anger in her eyes was gone almost instantly to be replaced with shock, and just the tiniest bit of anxiety. “Why would I let you anywhere near my dick when you’ve nothing but a bitch to me?”
Her face made it seem like he was speaking some bizarre alien language, staring at him in sheer, uncomprehending confusion. “Because I’m fucking hot and offering to suck your dick?! What kind of-”
“Say please.” That shut her up; if anything her eyes got even wider as she stared. “All I want, a little politeness,” he said with a shrug. “But if that’s too much-”
“Please.”
His head tilted, his face mirroring her lack of comprehension. “Please what, Cassie? Say it properly.”
Their eyes locked, but she was the one who lowered her gaze first. When she spoke again it was quieter, angrier, resigned to a fate she hated and yet needed. “…Please let me suck your cock.”
Dave’s face split into a grin, leaving the door open as he turned away. It took only a few steps to reach his desk chair and sit down, turning to face her and letting his legs fall wide open. “Go ahead then.”
Cassie’s eyes didn’t rise, a clear war between pride and the need he’d instilled in her being fought. But in the end she stepped forward, almost wincing with every step until she could sink to her knees in front of him. “Just don’t talk,” she muttered, delicate hands reaching up to pull his pajama pants down. He was already hard; how could he not be? As soon as the pants came down his cock sprang up, the tip of his member glistening with precum. There wasn’t much preamble, just a faintly annoyed whine from her before her soft lips parted to take him in.
The moan escaped him almost immediately, warm heat engulfing the head of his swollen cock. Cassie’s eyes had shut, hardened lines in her face instantly relaxing from the first taste. With a slight sigh she descended, her hot tongue sliding down his shaft and bathing every inch. She descended about halfway before rising again, slurping faintly as she sucked in hard. Her own faint moan grew as more and more of his cock vanished into her mouth, a glistening sheen of spit appearing on his shaft and marking her plush lips.
He didn’t talk, just enjoyed the slick, wet sounds as her mouth filled with drool and coated his cock with her devotion. Every bit of the tension faded from her body, reluctance and anger gone entirely. In moments she was entirely relaxed, letting out a faint noise of triumph as his cockhead nestled against her throat. Again and again, mindless bliss on her face as she sucked. The heat of her mouth as almost enough to make him forget, but somehow he managed to focus enough to reach out and grab his phone from the desk. In an instant it was on, and she didn’t even notice as he began to record the slow, loving blowjob.
“*Mmm, mmmmph, gllrphh.*” The wet sounds grew louder, Cassie’s head moving faster as she began to suck in earnest. Spit began to leak from her lips to spill down onto his balls, spattering onto the front of her shirt. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked, slurping her own spit off his rod before descending to bathe it all over again. “Holy shit,” he gasped, no longer able to hold it in, and she didn’t even care; she was too focused on the long, rigid shaft in her mouth, the throbbing, pulsing length that was giving her just what she needed. The camera caught every instant as she suddenly pressed forward, the tip of his rod pushing hard against her throat for just a moment before it slipped inside.
A long groan escaped him, soft lips pressing to his stomach and heavy, cream-filled balls nestled against her chin. For a few long seconds she just stayed there before pulling back, long and slow, breathing quickly through her nose and diving in again. Faster now, faster, a whimpering rising from her stuffed throat. Every movement stroked his cock with her lips and throat, his breaths fast and rough, her own legs rubbing together in quiet, unfulfilled need. “Fuck,” he gasped, “fuck, gonna cum, can’t-”
As if it were a signal she plunged down, engulfing him in her throat. “*Glrk, gllrk, gllk!”* Her head moved fast and rapid, hair swaying around her face, rapidly jerking him with her mouth in a hard and submissive face fuck.. He couldn’t stop his hips from bucking up, feeling her fingers digging into his legs as if in welcome, eyes opening wide to stare up at him, at the camera, and silently beg him to fill her throat.
“Shiiiit!” Her lips met his balls, tongue out to bathe them in spit as his throbbing rod began to spasm and pulse. Thick jets of spunk poured into her throat, rapid swallowing further milking more and more cum out of him, her sucking fierce as though trying to draw out every single drop. With a long, slow, luxurious pull she drew back, a single long suck that pulled every bit of seed out of his shaft before coming free with a wet pop from her pursed lips.
Gasping for air she stayed where she was, down on her knees with head tilted back, tongue hanging out as to show him that she’d swallowed every single drop. When Cassie’s eyes finally opened again it was slow and lazy, a cat filled with cream, a slow smile becoming a yawn. “Mmmm….thanks,” she murmured, slowly rising to her feet. “I’m going to bed…night.”
“G-good night,” he managed slowly as she left, his phone recording every single instant.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u79p85/mf_roommate_adjustments_a_drink_before_bed_mind
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