you share an apartment with a man who at some point decides that heās going to be the one to fix you. he makes sure you get an eye-full of his cock whenever possible, with just enough reason for plausible deniability. he wears tight sweatpants that show off his bulge, or just boxers, or we walks out of the shower fully nude and says he didnāt realize you were home. you want to complain about it, but you donāt want to just seem like an uppity lesbian, so you donāt. the worst part is that you canāt stop staring at it. his cock is big, even you know that, and you force yourself to feel disgusted by it even as you find your eyes stealing glances at every opportunity. it becomes a problem. half the time youāre home youāre thinking about his cock, obsessing over itā¦ annoyance, curiosity, desire, fear; you find that your masturbation fantasies have begun to involve more penetration, and right at the brink of orgasm, your mind shifts and provides you with scenes of you being pinned down by strong hands and pumped full of hot loads of cum. youāre horrified, disgusted, but it doesnāt change that this desire is real, and its taking over your life. subconsciously, you wear more revealing clothing around the apartment. low-cut tank tops and short-shorts, thin t-shirts with no braā¦ you lean over counters when your roommate is in the kitchen with you, sticking out your ass or perking up your tits. you donāt mean to do it, but your body is trying its best to seduce the head of the house into breeding you like you deserve.
one night, while watching a movie in the living room, with you on one side of the couch and him on the other, he takes his cock out of his pants. he does it silently and with no warning, just casually jacking himself off in front of you. you feel your mouth start to water. how long does it take for your desperation to overpower your shame? what do you say when begging him to let you deepthroat his cock?
I fantasize about stuff like this an embarrassing amount šµāš«šµāš« slowly becoming obsessed with my roommate's cock, fantasizing about it more and more and putting my ear against the wall to listen to them jerking off or fucking other girls. Face-to-face with cock on the couch, I probably wouldn't even be able to say anything. My mind would just go blank, and I'd get closer and closer to it, breathing heavily and letting the scent of it dig into my brain before finally giving in.
I'm no good at coherent begging anyway. Babbling "please" over and over again or repeating what I'm told to say is all I can manage when I'm really turned on. But it works, doesn't it? A dick-drunk dyke who can hardly do anything other than drool over it makes a perfectly docile pet. And even if I'm not quite ready to admit that my cunt needs a taste of cock after sucking it, you know it'll only be a matter of time before I knock on your door in the middle of the night, shivering and dripping wet, willing to beg on my hands and knees to be broken.
