STRAIGHT ROOMMATE’S DRIPPING CUNT 4

4.

PREYE

We walked back to the room after dinner, the campus lights casting long shadows on the path. My body was still buzzing from that shower orgasm and everything that happened with Lisa earlier.

Her creamy cum, the way she licked her fingers clean without shame, the flirty shit at the table,it all stuck in my head like a dirty movie on repeat. I’m straight, I kept telling myself. Big cocks, rough hands, getting tied up and fucked senseless. But Lisa’s hungry stares were doing something weird to my pussy, making it tingle even now.

Back in our room, I dropped onto my bed, the two single beds separated by a small nightstand. Lisa crashed pretty quick, probably worn out from fingering herself stupid earlier.

I grabbed my phone, heart beating faster as I sent that shower video to Mike shoulders down, my tits bouncing, fingers pumping my wet cunt, squirting all over the tiles while moaning for his big dick.

His reply came fast: 🍆 Fuck baby you got me so hard. Should I come pick you up now?

I smiled wide, biting my lip. I texted back: Pick me up tomorrow morning love. I miss you. You’re teasing me now I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I’ll be watching your video all night while I wank my dick.

I replied quick: I gotta keep you on your toes daddy! See you tomorrow!

I dropped the phone on the bed and turned to look at Lisa. She was already out cold, breathing soft, one leg hanging off the bed, her big tits rising and falling under her tank top. Of course she’d sleep after that massive creamy orgasm she had right in front of me.

My own pussy clenched remembering it. I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling, mind racing between Mike’s thick cock and Lisa’s slick fingers buried in her hole. Sleep took me eventually, but it was restless, full of heat between my thighs.

Next morning I woke up horny as fuck. I got ready slow, picking out this skimpy little dress that hugged my curves tight short enough that bending over would show everything.

No panties underneath, just like I planned for Mike. I brushed out my hair in front of the small mirror, packing a tiny weekend bag with a couple changes and my favorite toys. The dress made my perky tits look full and bouncy, nipples poking a bit through the thin fabric.

Lisa was awake, staring at me hard from her bed, eyes roaming my body like she wanted to devour it. “Damn girl, you’re looking like a snack,” she said, voice low and husky.

“Thank you,” I replied, smiling while I finished my lip combo, blending the color slow. I could feel her gaze on my ass, on the way the dress rode up my thighs. It excited me more than I wanted to admit.

Knowing I could pull both sides felt powerful, dirty, a rush that made my shaved pussy lips swell a little.

She was texting on her phone, fingers moving fast. I asked, “So what about Dave from the canteen? He hit you up already?”

“Oh he’s asking me to go out with him,” Lisa said, glancing up with that flirty smirk.

“Okay? What did you say?” I turned to face her fully, hands on my hips.

“Well I don’t know yet. Told him I’m thinking about it.”

“You should go,” I told her, stepping closer. “You need to be fucked, girl.”

“By you,” she shot back, eyes locked on mine, dead serious but with that smile playing on her lips.

“What? You must be kidding,” I laughed, turning back to the mirror but my heart skipped.

She wasn’t joking. I’d seen how she looked at me, the way she kept moaning louder when I was in the room. The excitement of it...her wanting my pussy mixed with my straight-girl brain made my nipples harder. I loved the attention, the power, even if I wasn’t ready to cross that line yet.

“Enjoy your weekend,” she said, laughing it off with me.

My phone beeped. Mike: I’m outside.

I grabbed my bag, blew kisses at Lisa. “I gotta go now, bye.”

“Bye,” she waved, eyes still eating me up.

Outside, Mike’s sleek black car waited. The second I slid in, I leaned over and kissed him deep, tongues sliding nasty against each other, my hand grabbing the back of his neck.

He tasted like mint and pure man. His big hand went straight to my tits, fondling them gently through the dress, squeezing the soft flesh, thumb brushing my hard nipples. “I missed you,” he growled against my mouth.

“I missed you too,” I whispered, already wet.

He started driving, but I couldn’t wait. My hand sneaked into his pants, unzipped him fast, and pulled out his thick hard cock. It was already leaking precum, veins pulsing. I love sucking his dick, the way it fills my mouth, the salty taste, the power of making a man lose control. I leaned down and took him in, lips stretching around the head, sucking hard while he tried to focus on the road.

“Fuck, Preye… you’re going to get us killed, naughty girl,” Mike moaned, one hand on the wheel, the other in my hair.

I moaned around his cock, bobbing my head faster, tongue swirling the tip, sucking the precum right out. Sloppy wet sounds filled the car as I took him deeper, throat relaxing to swallow more of his big dick.

My pussy was dripping down my thighs, no panties to catch it. I loved how clean he kept it, smooth balls, thick shaft that always stretched my holes just right.

The tension got too much. He pulled over quick into a quiet spot, adjusted his seat back. I went wild, moving my mouth faster, sucking hard, one hand stroking the base while I deepthroated him. “Mmm baby, feed me that dick,” I gasped between slurps, spit dripping down his balls.

“Babe let’s get home uh,” he groaned, but his hips were bucking up into my mouth.

I finally lifted my head, lips shiny with spit and precum. He kissed me hard, tasting himself on my tongue. My dress was rolled up, tits out, my clean shaved pussy exposed and glistening. “Fuck,” he said, staring at my wet cunt before flooring the gas.

We got to his place fast. The house was pure minimalist luxury,tall glass windows letting in natural light, sleek white and grey furniture with clean lines, expensive art on the walls, marble floors that felt cold underfoot, a massive open living area with a fireplace and views of the city. No clutter, just sophisticated money and space built for fucking.

Mike didn’t waste time. He killed the engine, pulled me out, and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, my dripping pussy pressed against his hard abs through his shirt.

His hands gripped my bare ass under the dress as he carried me straight to the bedroom, kissing me rough the whole way, tongues fighting.

The bedroom was just as luxe as the sitting room,huge king bed with dark sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows, a mirror on one wall perfect for watching.

He threw me down on the bed, dress bunched around my waist, tits out, legs spread. His eyes were dark with hunger, cock still out and throbbing from the car.

I was soaked, aching, ready for him to wreck me all weekend. But even as he climbed on top, part of my mind flashed back to Lisa’s creamy fingers and that flirty “by you” line. My pussy clenched harder at the mix of it all.