So, I live in a rather nice duplex with my roommate, Tiffany. We both know each other from school, and we jive really well together, even though we are completely different. I am a more free-spirited, sexually open woman while Tiffany is more traditional with her dating and entertaining. I am the type of woman that likes to roughed up while she is more calm and collected.
Tiffany was your typical, average girl with a smallish waist and tight curls. She was incredibly cute, and always made sure to coordinate her clothes. I have always been bigger and chubbier, so I was naturally jealous of her. Even still, our relationship as friends really blossomed while living together, as she had no issue with the way I brought men over.
I believe I have some sort of nymphomania? I am not entirely sure, but I have a very high sex drive to say the least. If I do not have sex at least four times a week, I become a ball of stress and hatred. Masturbation only does so much for me before I need a real cock in my tight pussy, which is why I pick up guys so much. I am not a fan of the whole boyfriend thing, as I like to branch out and “try the flavors”.
I was having a particularly bad week at work, and was very stressed from everything going on in my life. I also was having a small dry spell, as my usual fuck-buddies all seemed to be busy. Because of this, I was a drooling, panting sex-starved whore. I masturbated every night and it just was not enough to get me going. Work was unbearable and my pussy was happy to let me know it, as my juices soaked my pants day after day. I needed release, but could find absolutely none around me.
Eventually, my roommate ended up getting a pretty cute boyfriend herself. He was tall, broad shouldered and was also in the military. What a wonderful trifecta! However, I would never do anything to hurt her relationship, so I did nothing of course. That didn’t mean I couldn’t touch myself to the thought of it though, right? My week really took a dive when I saw him without a shirt on in our house. My lady-boner threatened to milk him of all of his cum right then and there.
But, I would never do that to my roommate and best friend. I kept my paws to myself and just kept those impure thoughts to my dreams and fantasies. Another week went by with no sex, and I was breaking at the seams at this point. I hadn’t tasted cum in a while and it was absolutely torture. My roommate also seemed to be on edge lately, and was especially short with me.
One night, I sat her down with a bottle of wine and made her open up to me. Why was she upset with me? After a few glasses of cheap wine, I found out her boyfriend wanted her to gain weight. He was apparently more into chubbier girls, and felt that Tiffany was a little too thin. I made sure to tell her that she shouldn’t change for anyone unless she herself wants to, but I had to admit, the idea of him possible seeing me as a sexual prospect made my pussy scream.
Another week went by with no sexual gratification. I was ready to pull my hair out. I bought four new dildos this week and none could get me off like a good, thick cock could. I woke up very early one morning to get a drink and could hear something in our living room. Tiffany’s boyfriend would sometimes stay over and sleep in the living room. Im not entirely sure why honestly, but I never cared to ask.
I almost said hi before it hit me what he was doing. He was on our couch, cock in hand, jacking off to what looked like a picture. He had been attempting to silence his own moans, but had failed miserably. His cock wasn’t exactly huge or very long, but I was absolutely desperate. I stayed in the shadow of the hallway and watched as he jerked himself off to this picture. Was it a nudie of my roommate? Did she seriously print him out a picture of herself topless or something?
As I watched him stroke his cock to the picture, I couldn’t help but slide my own hand down my PJ’s. I couldn’t touch him, but I could imagine it right? As soon as my index finger touched my clit, my pussy lit a fire under me. I was incredibly wet just from the sight of a cock, and my voice threatened to betray me right then and there. I imagined his cock in my mouth, my tongue running over the thick head. I loved sucking cock, and I hadn’t had one in over three weeks.
I decided to act, and tiptoed my way to Tiffany’s room. Sure enough, I could see a light under her door. I lightly knocked as best as I could and entered her small bedroom. Her bedside light was on and her face was lit up with her phone. She looked up and gave me a weird look, as I didn’t usually bother her this early in the morning. I sat down on her bed and told her what her boyfriend was doing. I didn’t feel like it was tattling, as I figure at the very least, he might get something from Tiffany.
She looked incredulous, started to smile, and looked at me. I guess I hadn’t noticed, but my body was slick with sweat and I was kind of out of breath. Had she figured out what I was doing? I was about to leave when she blurted out something completely unexpected.
“Why don’t you suck him off?” she asked, her smile turning twisted. I blinked a few times, my face stuck in perverted shock. Had she seriously asked this or was I hallucinating in my sex-starved state? I didn’t reply very quickly, but I could feel that cock in my mouth already.
“Are you sure?” I replied, not even asking if she was serious. Before I could even say anything else, Tiffany grabbed me by the arm and immediately stormed into the living room. I was terrified that she was mad until we got to the living room. Her boyfriend, obviously assuming he was clear to masturbate without anyone walking in on him, freaked out. He covered himself with the sheets Tiffany gave him when he slept over, and he started uttering excuse after excuse. His cock could still be seen through the sheet, and I could tell it was leaking some pre-cum already. Yum.
Tiffany quite literally pushed my to my knees at the base of the couch, right underneath her boyfriend. I had no problem kneeling in front of him though, as my cunt screamed at me to take his cock. Tiffany grabbed her boyfriends ear and I could hear her whispering. Not wanting to overhear, I looked over to the couch itself, where the picture was laying.
It was me! Our refrigerator was decked out in various pictures and he took it upon himself to take my candid photo of me in my bathing suit. I slid the picture silently into the cushion of the couch as they finished their quick meeting. I couldn’t have Tiffany find it, or else this would turn into a fight pretty quickly!
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