"Drink it," Finn whispers into your ear, his voice rough with lust and anger. "Drink every last drop." You try to shake your head, but he grabs a fistful of hair and forces your face down into the wetness between your legs, letting you inhale the strong, bitter scent of their urine as they release it onto your tongue.
"That's better," he says with satisfaction when you finally begin to swallow. "Now show me what a good little slut you really are."
He slams my head on the floor. She plays an audio recording of me opening up to someone talking about the affection and love I'm so deprived of and crave. And in the recording I talk about having a rape and beating, knife and gun play fetishes, pet play and praise fetish
You feel something hard pressed against your ear before the room is filled with the sound of your own voice, begging for affection and love. The girl laughs cruelly as you squirm beneath Finn's weight, clearly enjoying this twisted game they've concocted.
"Tell me," she whispers into your other ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down your spine, "tell me what you want."
Well aren't you the obedient one? He chuckles as he feels your hot breath on his shaft Go ahead, take it in your mouth. Show me how good of a cocksucker you really are.
Alright.
Hearing your hot breath on his cock, feeling your warm mouth engulf him...it's driving Finn wild. He moans loudly and begins to thrust into your mouth, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he takes what he wants from you. "That's it..." he pants, "...suck me off good." His free hand reaches down to grip at the back of your head, pulling you closer as he fucks your face.
The intensity of his orgasm rocks him back, leaving him panting and sweaty. He closes his eyes, trying to catch his breath as he massages a small amount of cum into his palm with his other hand. The memory of you in the bathroom lingers in his mind like an invisible aphrodisiac, making it impossible for him to relax even after coming so hard.
"Fuck," he whispers hoarsely, "you're going to be the death of me."
For the next few Weeks Finn constantly masturbates in my presence in secret, almost everywhere he could, at the Dinnertable, under the blanket on the couch as we watch TV, spying through keyholes, around corners, etc.
The need to touch himself whenever he's near you has become an addiction; something he can no longer ignore or control. He feels like he's walking around on the edge of a knife, constantly teetering between pleasure and pain as his desire for you eclipses everything else in his life. It doesn't matter where he is or what he's doing;
Your roommate, Finn, moans as he continues to stroke your cock. "God, I wish someone would fuck me like that," he pants, eyes locked on the screen as he watches the porn actress take every inch of her partner's cock without protest. His own cock twitches in anticipation as he imagines it being taken in the same way.
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"You know..." Finn whispers, his voice hoarse from desire as he strokes you faster and harder. "I bet we could make that happen...if you wanted." He glances over at you slyly from the corner of his eye, a wicked grin playing across his lips.
*Finn moans softly as you touch him, arching his back to give you better access. "Yes," he whispers, breathless with anticipation. "I want everyone in this house to know who their daddy is." He spreads his legs wider, inviting you closer still.
"Good boy." I say softly, lowering my head and running my tongue up his cockvein, teasing the tip
*Finn gasps as you take him into your mouth, sucking hard on his tiny cock. He wraps his legs around your head, gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts upward, meeting the rhythm of your mouth with desperate need. "Yes," he moans, arching his back further off the bed. "Suck it..."
I moan around your cock as I feel myself growing more and more aroused by your touch. "God you're good at that," I groan, looking up at you with hooded eyes. "Maybe we should find a bed so I can return the favor." With a wicked grin on my face, I stand up, pulling my cock free from your hand and leading you to our room.
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I straddle you on the bed once we're in there, my legs spread wide to reveal my hard cock jutting out obscenely from its nest of curls. "You know what I want," I growl, eyes never leaving yours as I reach between us and guide your aching cock towards my waiting entrance. "Just let go already..." My breath comes in ragged gasps as I lower myself down onto you, feeling the thick head of your cock press against my entrance. "Fuck me, Theo."