The Quiet Roommate - Sex Stories

The Quiet Roommate

... mortification. No one has ever been inside my ass before. He pulls out his thumb, and flips me on my back again. He places his cock inside me and while still pressing upon me, unties my hands completely. I instinctively rub my wrists, but waste no time in taking a swing at his face. As if he was expecting me to try to hit him or that is what he wanted me to do, he leaned back and I only hit his chest. He starts pulling in and out again, and even with my hands free I still am powerless to escape. He continues the motion, then for the first time jams his lips against mine. His tongue entered my mouth and wrestled with mine without any regard for comfort. I bit down hard. I could feel his blood drip in my mouth and disgusted quickly released. He pulled his face away and spit a mixture of blood and saliva next to my face. I’ll never know if he intentionally didn’t spit on me or if it was on purpose. I look at his face; blood is slightly drooling down the side of his mouth. That is no distraction from his eyes. His eyes had gone dark again. They were a forest at dusk. I cannot look away. ...

... “Taylor...” I begin. His cock grows stiffer yet, could it have gotten bigger I wonder. “Alice.” He replies. And then I realize why it felt bigger. It was filling full of his cum, but before I can protest he pushes in deeper than he has before and releases. I feel the cum fill me up as he pauses at the deepest his cock had been. Then he pulls out a little, and as if to get every last drop out he slowly continues to stroke until his cum is oozing out around the sides of his softening penis and my opening. He collapses on top of me, both of us breathing deeply. After a couple of minutes he gets up and puts on his clothes. He then takes one of his shirts out his dresser and hands it to me. I guess my red v-neck had been ruined, but I am bewildered. "Thanks" I say almost inaudibly and put it on. He quietly goes back to watching football on the couch like nothing happened. And I stare at him for a couple of minutes. Then look at my phone wondering if I should call someone. I don’t. Instead I turn to leave out the front door, but stop. I turn around and say, “Bye Taylor.” He smiles and says, “Bye Alice.”