My hot-as-fuck, muscled roommate was sitting on the edge of his bed and staring at his phone at just past midnight when I passed by his room after my bedtime shower.
“Score any pussy yet?” I inquired, entering his room with a towel around my waist.
“You think I’d still be sitting here?” he snapped back. “Jesus Christ. What does it take for a guy to get his dick wet on a Saturday night?”
“Did you text Marissa?” I asked, sitting on the bed next to him.
“Yeah. Her parents are in town,” he answered, not taking his eyes off his phone screen.
“Fuck. What about Katy?” I suggested as I removed my towel and stretched out naked and face down on his bed.
“Katy’s up at the lake for the weekend,” he groaned, oblivious to me.
“How about Gina?” I offered, grabbing a bottle of lube from his bed table and proceeding to work a greased finger into my hole.
“The bitch is ignoring my texts,” he scoffed. “Man, my balls are gonna pop. I just need to get this dick in a snatch.”
“What about my snatch?” I proposed, raising my ass slightly off the bed.
“What the fuck?” he exclaimed, turning his head, his eyes finally upon me.
I buried my face in his pillow. If this was going to work, he needed to forget it was me, and imagine I was just another one of his easy sluts presenting my cunt to him.
“I can’t believe it’s fuckin’ come to this,” he muttered under his breath as I heard him undoing his belt. Then came the unzipping of his pants. His meaty hands were at the small of my back. His knees were pushing my legs wider. And then—WHAM—he was inside me.
“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, going balls deep in my wet cunt. I could tell he was huge—easily nine inches by the depths he was reaching inside me.
Wordlessly, he began to plank above me, his muscular arms on either side of me. He was brutal in the way he began to pound me with his big dick—a primeval predator conquering his prey.
I wanted to scream and release the waves of pleasure and pain coursing through me. But I was silent, not wanting to break the savage spell that had washed over him. I needed to be silent, soulless—an inanimate vessel in which he could dump his load. It wouldn’t take long.
A deep growl emitted from him, building with each thrust that he delivered. His balls were smacking my ass. His sweat was raining upon my back. And then suddenly—“SHIT” as his cock throbbed and released his load inside me, coating the walls of my cunt.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he announced as he withdrew from me and collapsed on the bed, his thick cum gushing from the cavernous void of my wrecked hole.
His phone buzzed suddenly. “Is that one of your bitches?” I asked, still motionless on the bed.
“Nah. It’s my buddy Dylan,” my roommate answered, reading a text. “He’s trying to get laid tonight, and wants to know if I can hook him up with some pussy.”
“What’d you tell him?” I inquired eagerly.
“I invited Dylan here,” he replied, putting down his phone. “Told him I’ve got a slut on my bed who wants to get tagged all night.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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