Caught
She's sat on the couch on a lazy Friday night, phone in her hand. It was a rough week at work and a tough day to end on so she's already eaten, showered and changed into a baggy shirt and sweats to try and relax and unwind. Nothing on TV has lead her to her phone. Boredom has lead her to tumblr.
It wasn't intended but eventually she came across a piece of writing on her dash. An erotic story. The first few sentences caught her eye so she hit Expand and continued reading. The story is about a Dom and his first time with a Sub. She can't help but be drawn into the world created and imagine herself in the place of that Sub.
As the story progresses, she can feel her body react to it. The way she feels little electric shocks in her body. Her nipples harden as she reads the way in which this Dom pays attention to his Subs breasts. And she already knows she is getting wet as she reads this Doms slow, agonising tease towards tasting his Subs pussy.
She only just masturbated this very morning. A quick release in the shower this morning before work as her roommate slept. Her new roommate who ironically was the cause for her need for release. She'd put the advert out originally wanting a female roommate. But there was a mix up with the online posting and he applied.
He is attractive. Smart. Funny. She'll barely see him on weekends and week nights on account of his working hours. It would be more like house sharing instead of a roommate. She agreed as he had the money to pay, in advance. It had only been a week and so far she had barely seen him.
Except this morning, she had woken up early to use the bathroom only to find it occupied. She'd just started walking back when the door opened and out stepped her new roommate, fresh out of the shower, only a towel covering his lower half.
It was that moment that was replaying on her mind when she was taking her own shower later that morning. What was underneath that towel? How would it feel to have his body on hers? It was the thought of him that inspired her to shave her pits. Her legs. It was only when she came to thinking of shaving her bush that instead she started teasing her clit with her finger.
Her last relationship ended in 2020. Right before the pandemic. She has not been touched by a man, or woman, since then. It's only when she started touching that she realised she hasn't cum since before he moved in. Her orgasm was short but satisfactory. Just what she needed to start her day.
A combination of the story and her own imagination already has her pussy soaking wet. With the phone in her left hand, she lets herself sink deeper into the couch as her right hand slips between the waistbands of her sweats, fingers trailing through her bush, before her finger connects with her clit. Just like in the shower this morning, she's soaking wet. With no water involved.
Slow, idle, gentle strokes on her clit as she scrolls the story on her phone. She's reached a point in the story where the Dom is eating the Subs pussy. And she imagines her roommate doing that to her. Wait. No. The Dom in this story. The faceless Dom who can be anyone. But now all she has in her mind is her roommates face buried between her legs and she lets out a moan in response.
Maybe that's why she didn't hear the click in the door. Maybe her focus was entirely on the story and how her fingers danced around her clit so she was oblivious to the world around her. She never heard the door open.
But he heard her moans. He heard her moans and stood, motionless, for a brief moment not knowing what to do. Seconds felt like hours but another moan made him confident that she hadn't heard his arrival as she continued on. So, with delicate care, he closed the door.
There was only a short distance from him to the couch. But he slowly, softly, stalked his way to his prey. She was very cute. The idea of a female roommate was not his intention but it was a good price in a great location. And she was very cute.
This morning she had almost saw him naked. Save for a towel to cover his lower half. He had seen the shock on her face. The surprise. But also something else. Too quick to properly notice as she turned her face away and made her apologies.
Hunger. It was hunger in her eyes. Hunger on her face. And now, as he was slowly walking towards her, listening to her moans, the unmistakable noises of a busy hand, he was starving for her. He hungered for her.
How should he approach this? Clear his throat to announce his presence? He's close enough to smell her hair. Does he have her stop what she's doing? He definitely doesn't want that. The sounds she is making is intoxicating.
Eventually he makes the decision to stand behind her, she is lost in her own world to notice his presence, bend forward to bring his mouth to her ear. One hand on her chest, his other grabbing her busy hand. She freezes completely to this unexpected touch.
"Don't stop. Please. Keep going."
She recognises his voice. Now she can smell his cologne. She can feel his warm breath against her ear. His voice was so low and gentle that, without thinking, her fingers go right back to rubbing her clit.
He lets out a moan of appreciation into her ear as he rubs the arm she is touching herself with, his other hand rubbing circles above her breasts. Finally, he remembers the phone still in her other hand.
"Read out what you were reading to me."
She gulps as she herself is reminded of the story she was reading.
"His…"
Her voice cracks and trails off as she lets out an inadvertent moan as she reads ahead of her own voice.
"His thick cock stretches her tight little pussy as his hand squeezes around her throat."
Now it's his turn to moan as the hand on her chest moves to her throat, not yet tightening.
"Do you like this?"
"Yes."
With her consent, his fingers squeeze around her throat as she moans. Feeling emboldened, his other hand runs down her arm, slips inside her sweats with her hand and places his hand over hers. He can already feel how wet her index and middle finger have been so he curls his own to her knuckles and pushes down to control the pace and speed of her fingering.
"Take a finger out."
She does as she is told, he places his index against hers as he gently slides both of them inside her. She gasps as he uses his and her finger to pump in and out of her tight wet pussy as he keeps a firm grip around her throat with his other hand.
"You are so fucking wet baby girl."
Baby girl. She can't help but moan and melt at his words as her pussy squeezes around the fingers inside her. One of them is her own but she feels like a puppet on his string.
Without warning, his hand is pulled away as he tries one handed to pull her sweats down. She frees up both hands to help him, sliding them down her legs to kick them off her body.
"Put your feet up on the couch and spread your legs."
She's never been spoken to like this before. But she does exactly what she is asked. And now feels self conscious as she looks down at her bush. Wishing she'd spent the time to shave there instead of touching herself in the shower earlier.
He runs his fingers through her bush and moans directly into her ear.
"You have such a pretty pussy baby girl. Absolutely gorgeous."
She smiles at his words but is then caught by surprise at how quick he was to slide two fingers of his own inside her. Her wet pussy greedily accepting them deep inside her as they curl to find her sweet spots.
And he listens to her moans. The way her body shakes as he fingers her. Learning which angle, speed, depth, etc, is pressing her right buttons at the current moment.
"You are so fucking tight."
He moans into her ear before she drops her phone to use her hand to reach back, run her fingers through his hair and guide his mouth down to hers as she turns her face to him.
Their first kiss is electric. Such urgency in tasting each other. Raw passion as they kiss and he tries to wrestle control back from her as she was the one to initiate the kiss as he holds her throat a little tighter and his fingers inside her move a little faster.
That was all she needed to cum. She can't even get the words out with his mouth on hers. The pressure is too much as she feels her cum rush past his fingers onto the couch and floor as her body shakes.
She's never done that before. And the way he moves his mouth from hers to look at what he is doing to her, he growls/moans in appreciation. His fingers don't stop, just slow down but find a deep and slow rhythm as they are slick with her juices.
He looks at her and they make eye contact for the first time. She can't close her mouth as she gasps and pants as his fingers move inside her.
"God you are so fucking beautiful baby girl."
She closes her eyes as she lets out the biggest moan. Her second orgasm takes hold of her as she rides the waves. Not as powerful as her first but still deeply satisfying.
So satisfying she doesn't remember drifting off. She wakes up, on the couch, her blanket on top of her. Her roommate had gone into her room to grab it and let her sleep where she was.
And he was gone. No idea of the time passed. As she gathers her senses she realises this - She wants, craves and needs more of him.
