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His tiny caged cock, locked in a pink steel chastity cage for four straight months now, leaked constantly whenever she even whispered about her plans. It was Cindy’s 29th birthday. She had rented out the entire top floor of an exclusive rooftop club in Manhattan that catered to the city’s most discreet high-end swingers and kink community. The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights.

Soft cries spilled from her lips. Her gay roommate was fucking her ass, and it felt exquisite. Minutes later she was already tiring. She climbed off, turned, and leaned over the edge of the bed with her ass raised. Julian fumbled behind her, still blindfolded and bound, searching for the right angle. “I’m going into your ass again,” he muttered. He pushed forward. The head of his cock slipped lower than intended. Maya’s mouth snapped shut. Her gay friend—who had never been with a woman and had always been firmly against the idea—was suddenly inside her pussy.

She added cringing. "Hey my gift was not that bad." Damein said offended. He like it alot. Why are others finding it bad? "It was! The worst gift ever." Aaron said. Damein rolled his eyes. Everyone just has a bad taste he guess. "Next is my done. Never ever have I walked in others having sex.' Mia said with a smirk. Mason, Mia, Ethan, Damein and kai took the shot this time. "Mason and I walked in when a couple were having sex in the room which we had booked." Mia said with a laugh.

They were now standing as naked as the day they were born in front of their best friend's wife with raging erections. Lauren gasped as she saw their cocks jump out and stand at attention. She couldn't believe that she was about to have these three handsome men make love to her. In that moment she realised she was thinking back to a conversation she had back in college with her sorority sisters about their sexual fantasies and she had told them she had always wanted to have sex with a group of men at once, and now that fantasy was about to become reality.

I promise! Finally, as you would've guessed, "Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend" is coming to an end soon. Specifically, in August. No worries, the next book in the "Roommates" series will kick off right after, focusing on a different character and her/his future after this phase. If there are any more complaints, comments or general opinions, please comment under this chapter. Till then, please... Sit back and enjoy. Signed, Author.

SEX ACADEMY: A WELCOME PRESENT FROM MY THREE ROOMMATES 3. He flipped me onto my back, legs pushed up to my chest, and they took turns breeding me in deep missionary. Each one fucked me until they pumped a load inside, then the next slid into my cum-slick hole without missing a beat. The wet, squelching sounds of their cocks churning their brothers’ cum inside me were dirty and loud.

“No, Tatum, not at all. It’s just...we told him that was a dumb thing to ask. You’re already under so much stress and we know you’d never say no to Nat. Plus, just months before, he’d asked one of us to take care of those needs for you.” My eyes bulged at what I heard. “Excuse me? what?” Remy sighed. “He wanted us to handle the sex stuff for him. Because he couldn’t anymore and you seemed so sad and lonely. We were like, ‘Hell no. We are not doing this.’ But he said he would rather the next man you sleep with be familiar and not a stranger. But we said nah, so I guess he concocted this Coverts plan.”

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Three weeks into their new arrangement, Grace learned that dating your roommate was both easier and far more challenging than she had imagined. The easy parts were obvious…….morning kisses over coffee, falling asleep in Max's arms, and knowing that he'd begun placing little notes in her food bag with bad food puns that made her colleagues roll their eyes and secretly chuckle. Their physical chemistry was obvious, and living together enabled them to enjoy the luxury of serene mornings and eased afternoons without the logistical difficulties that most new relationships entail.

“Yeah.” He waits. He wants me to choose to tell him. So I do. “You probably got his contact info off I*******m,” I accuse and he chuckles. “I did, fortunately enough he responds to dms of guys who look exactly like you and could probably be your brother.” I sigh and continue “He’s my roommate,” I say, voice quieter. “And my friend and something more. Something I still don’t know how to name because it feels like it’s more than me.”