Baby Oil Bad Boy - Sex Stories

Baby Oil Bad Boy

... still a virgin was a point embarrassment for Sarah. All of her friends had ‘done the deed’ in college, but the opportunity had never presented itself for her. Now she felt somewhat of a recluse in that regard. After hearing some of Sally’s sexual exploits, she’d never be able to admit her own sexual status to anyone. The scrunched up note flew through the air and bounced off the overflowing garbage bin and onto the floor. She reached into the fridge, took out a carton of orange juice and started to pour two tall glasses. Dominic was her other housemate. He was a second year fitness management student and truth be told, a great looking guy. A bit of a ladies' man from what she’d gathered; the last girl he’d brought back for sex had sounded like she’d been moaning the theme from ‘Titanic’ whilst he’d been fucking her. The walls were paper thin and at times it drove her insane. Dom was a very friendly and engaging guy, which was probably why she had such a crush on him. It was his confidence and charisma which fuelled her interest most, confidence is so fucking sexy. Sarah carried one of the glasses back up the assault course and knocked quietly on Dominic’s bedroom door. “Dom, you up?” she asked through the door. There was no immediate response to her question but she could hear him moving around in there. “Do you want a glass of OJ?” “Yes!” came his enthusiastic reply. Sarah opened his door, took a couple of steps inside and froze on the spot. Sprawled out on the bed was a ...

... sight which made her knees go all wibbly-wobbly. She felt a sudden lightheadedness as she took in the scene in front of her; Dominic was completely naked and vigorously pleasuring himself. His nude, muscular body writhed and tensed as he moaned and groaned his way closer to an orgasm. Sarah’s eyes rose and fell like bouncy balls as they followed the metronomic motion of his clenched fist. It was gliding up and down along his long, hard cock in a practised flow that made her mouth go dry. She marvelled at how gorgeous it looked; it was slick and glossy, and made a ‘shlick’ sound with each pass of his hand like he’d used something to lube it up. “Oh yeah. Fuck,” he moaned to himself. Realising her predicament, Sarah started to sneak backwards out of the room without him noticing. If it weren’t for a power lead lying discarded on the floor next to the door, she might just have managed a covert retreat. The most intense pain shot up her leg as she brought her bare foot down onto the dull metal prongs of an electrical plug. “Shit!” she cried out, as she hobbled trying to stay upright. Sarah regretted it immediately. When she realised what she had just done, she raised her head and glanced slowly over towards the bed. Dominic had stopped what he was doing and lay perfectly still, cock in hand. He was staring at her as she precariously balanced on one leg, orange juice dripping from her left hand where she’d spilt some of it from the glass. “Good morning,” he greeted her disarmingly. ...