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Chris pumped his cock hard, as his eyes stayed fixed on the porn-laden monitor of his on-desk computer. He wore headphones, so the only sound emanating from his room was a faint tapping of his hand against the base of his thick staff. His thrusts were firm and rapid, as his orgasm began to build.
Hannah opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside. Chucking her keys in the bowl with Chris's, she made her way to the bedroom. She had been planning on visiting family this weekend, but life got in the way, so here she was, back at her and Chris's apartment. She walked past her roommate's door to get to her own, but seeing the light through the slightly-cracked-open door, she went in to greet him. *quot;Hi Chris,*quot; she said, as the door swung open and she removed her earphones.
*quot;Woah--*quot; he exclaimed, turning his monitor off with one hand and making a futile attempt to conceal his erect member with the other. *quot;Shit, err--*quot;
*quot;What the fuck Chris? Why would you jerk off with the door open like that?*quot; Her tone was one of disgust, but her face told a different story, as Hannah gazed at her roommate's cock. Chris pulled up the pants that were previously around his ankles, clumsily putting on his belt, as he explained that he thought she wouldn't be there for a few days. Finally redressed, he looked back at Hannah, her middle-length brown hair had been dyed blue at the ends, her eyes glaring back at him. *quot;Whatever. Just close your door next time,*quot; she demanded, before leaving the scene.
Chris had only been living there for a fortnight, and as the first time either of them had lived away from their parents, they were naturally taking a while to adjust. Arguments could sprout over even the most insignificant shit: where to keep the cereal? Should shoes be worn inside? Which way should the toilet roll hang? (that debate got especially heated.) Knowing this, Hannah thought it best to make amends quickly, in the hopes to avoid further awkwardness. She knocked twice on the door and waited for his response before entering. Chris was now on his bed, reading a book.
*quot;Hey, about earlier, look I don't want there to be any embarrassment or anything, but obviously neither of us are gonna stop masturbating. So I thought we could use these.*quot; She threw down a small piece of card labelled do not disturb. *quot;I thought, whenever either of us needed a wank, or if either of us brought someone back here, we could just put up the sign on our door and say no more about it.*quot;
Chris considered his roommate's proposition for a while, before presenting a hand to shake, *quot;All right. Deal.*quot;
Their system, although slightly strange, worked well. They would often come home, see the sign up and know not to bother their roommate. However, their new policy did have a small side effect. Now, either person would know whenever their roommate was masturbating. This wouldn't have been a problem, if it wasn't for the fact that both people found themselves fantasising about what was happening behind the other's door.
One time in particular, Hannah was leaving the shower, a towel wrapped around her body, when the door to her left opened suddenly. She was immediately startled by the sight of her roommate in just his boxers, moving to place the sign on his door. Without a word, he placed the sign and slammed the door again, but not fast enough for Hannah not to see the bulging erection that stretched the fabric of his underwear.
Potently aware of the man masturbating just five feet away, Hannah dashed into her room to do this same. The feeling of both of them wanking at the same time excited her, and she wanted him to know too, so she became purposefully vocal, knowing that his head was just on the other side of the wall, and hoping he could absolutely hear her. Her hopes were confirmed when she realised his groaning was increasing in volume too, as if in reply to her. Eventually, Hannah was able to identify the sounds of a man nearing orgasm, and sure enough, he let out a loud grunt before going silent. The image of cum shooting out of his cock sent her over the edge, as she reached her overly-loud climax.
From then on, both parties became more open about their habits. Sometimes, they would be watching TV, and Hannah would straight up leave the room exclaiming that she was horny. Both parties knew when the other were masturbating, but neither knew that the other was almost always thinking of them as they did. They both wanted more. They both needed more. But they both maintained the façade that they had no feelings for one another; things could get complicated very quickly.
Needing a distraction from her undeniable attraction to her roommate, Hannah had done the responsible thing: getting drunk and fucking some random stranger. Stumbling into the bedroom, the two of them toppled onto the bed ripping one another's clothes off. He was already rock hard, his cock standing at an impressive length as he rolled on Anadolu Yakası Escort a condom. Hannah lay down on the bed, smiling back up at him. He crawled on top of her, aligning his cock with her opening, before powerfully thrusting in.
The initial wave of pleasure coursing through Hannah's body subsided when she was subject to her lover's somewhat pathetic thrusting. 'Ugh. Has has this guy never heard of foreplay?' She thought to himself. 'Dan's cock is huge, why is this so disappointing?' Her inner monologue went on as he slowly humped her. 'Wait. Is his name Dan? No. Drew. No, it wasn't that either. Uhhhh. Oh yeah: Dave.' In an attempt to make her experience better, she pushed Dave down, manoeuvring herself on top of him to ride him.
Now that she was in control, thoughts of disappointment left her body as she rapidly thrust herself down on his cock, filling herself over and over again. In fact, all thoughts left her body, her brain simply swarming with bliss as she impaled herself on him.
Chris knew what was happening in the room next to him. His brain was a curious cocktail of jealousy and arousal, as he imagined some random stranger having the chance that he could--and had--only have dreamt of. He envisioned her beautiful tits swaying side to side, as she rode his cock, moaning like she moaned now. Her blue hair would bounce slightly with each thrust, she'd stare back at him with those hazel eyes he could get lost in. He would make her cum, bring her to an orgasm, that put all the others he had heard her have to shame. He now masturbated furiously with his eyes closed, the glorious scene playing out in his mind's eye.
Unfortunately, the mental film he was watching was interrupted by the stranger's increasing groans--culminating in one loud 'Hannah!' as he presumably reached orgasm inside of her.
'Uhh, what?' Hannah thought to herself. 'You can't be serious? That was like thirty seconds. Are you kidding me?' She dismounted his quickly-softening member, as he panted loudly. A few minutes past as she collected her thoughts, trying to find the words to express her lack of sexual satisfaction, without offending him. However, she soon heard Dave snoring next to her. 'For fucks sake,' she thought to herself. And so, completely unsatisfied and sexually frustrated, she went to sleep.
When she woke up, Dave was gone, with a note left behind that read 'call me'. Followed by a winky face and a phone number. Fuck that guy.
*quot;So, you and that guy, are you two serious?*quot; asked Chris, who watched as Hannah filled the kettle in her nightie.
*quot;No. I barely knew him. Not that it's any of your fucking business.*quot;
Realising the bad mood she was in, Chris decided it was best she be left alone for a while.
For another week or so, the roommates barely talked. They greeted each other occasionally, but nothing more than light small talk. One day, Chris received a package while Hannah was out. It wasn't labelled, and he knew better than to open it without her consent, but from the light buzz he heard coming from her room the subsequent few nights, he could easily surmise what it was.
Hannah turned on the vibrator and began to use it. Lying on the bed, she touched the toy against her clit, swarming her with pleasure--perhaps she had finally found the solution to her problem. Finally, she would get the satisfaction she wanted. Finally, she--
*quot;Oh yeah. Oh yeah! Oh my god, Chris you are amazing!*quot; came a feminine voice from the other room.
Chris continued to eat Abigail's pussy, his tongue carefully massaging her clit as his hands grabbed at her ass. He'd met Abigail just a few hours prior at a bar, and after hitting it off with her, had decided to take her back to the apartment. This wasn't like him at all, to sleep with a girl he'd only just met, but he needed a distraction from the situation with Hannah, and what a distraction she was. She leant back on her elbows, her hands running through his hair as she watched him work his magic.
It was merely seconds, before her body was shaken by a powerful orgasm. She screamed his name, as the pleasure rippled through her, cumming violently. She collapsed back, watching as Chris climbed up on top of her.
He examined her body: pussy now soaking wet, with a neatly-trimmed, lightish-brown bush; nipples standing tall on her small but perky breasts; her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath; her hair somewhere in between blonde and brunette; her skin incredibly pale. She wore nothing but a nose ring, her clothes spread out across the bedroom floor. He positioned his cock--now equipped with a condom--and without any resistance, slid it into her opening.
Now, having turned her vibrator off, Hannah listened intently. Jealousy manifested itself as anger, that she directed at the mystery woman behind that wall. 'How come that slut gets to be satisfied when she doesn't? It's not fair. She does deserve to feel special. She does deserve a man who can make love to me well. She does deserve-- I deserve Chris.'
She turned over and held her pillow over her ears in a futile attempt to block out the constant moaning coming from the room next door. Her imagination betrayed her, painting a vivid picture of some bitch bouncing on Chris's cock. 'He shouldn't fuck that slut. He should be bricking me right now.' Her inner monologue continued. 'I want him. And I want him to want me. He'll want me. I'll make him want me.' She heard as Chris grunted loudly, presumably cumming in the stranger's pussy.
'I want her. I want her to want me. I thought I could ignore it but I can't,' Chris thought to himself, as he fell asleep beside the woman he had just fucked. Abigail was hot. She had a great body, she was funny and clever and kind. But she wasn't Hannah. And he couldn't even reach orgasm without imagining she was.
'What the fuck am I going to do? I can't keep going on like this, pretending like I don't have feelings for her. No. I can't tell her! What if she doesn't feel the same way? She already resents me for something--I've no idea what-- but if I make things any worse, she may well fucking kick me out.' After careful and extensive deliberation, Chris came to the conclusion that he would have to force himself to move on.
Hannah stumbled out of bed, threw on a nightie and walked into the kitchen, and to her dismay, there stood a woman wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt.
*quot;Oh hi! I'm Abi. You must be Chris's roommate. Hannah, right?*quot;
She simply nodded and reached for the kettle on autopilot.
*quot;Oh my god, oh, love your hair! I've always wanted to dye mine blue, do you think it'd look good?*quot;
Her voice felt like a cheese grater on Hannah's ears, the high-pitched squeakiness already giving her the beginnings of a headache. *quot;I really couldn't give a fuck. Excuse me.*quot; She barged past Abi and continued to make her morning coffee.
*quot;Okay. Sorry, no need to be rude about--*quot; Abi stopped talking for a second, taking a moment to consider the situation before concluding: *quot;Oh. My. God. You want to fuck him, don't you? That's why you're being so bitchy to me.*quot;
*quot;Shut the fuck up, cunt,*quot; Hannah snapped loudly. *quot;And if you say anything like that to Chris, I will gut you.*quot;
Her empty threats and generic insults only confirmed Abi's theory, and brought a wide grin to her face. *quot;You two are gonna be great together,*quot; she said, before walking back to Chris's room.
Hannah exhaled deeply. 'What is wrong with me?' she thought to herself. 'I need to get it together.'
Later that day, Hannah knew what she was going to do. If she could make Chris jealous--as jealous as she was of Abigail--then he'd definitely make a move. She just needed to show him how much better than that slut, she was. She opened up her phone and dialled in the number. *quot;Hey, Dave. Do you wanna come watch TV at my place later?*quot;
*quot;How have you never seen Indiana Jones?*quot; Hannah asked, with a wide smile.
She was in a good mood tonight, thought Chris.
*quot;We have to watch it. Right now.*quot;
*quot;Uhh, sure but I kinda had plans--*quot;
*quot;Cancel them.*quot;
And so they sat down and watched the movie.
*quot;I hope you don't mind, Dave is coming round in a bit.*quot; Hannah said, as she sat down on the sofa, with Chris in the armchair to her left.
*quot;I thought you two weren't serious?*quot; he commented.
*quot;We're not. But I'm horny. Later tonight we'll--*quot;
*quot;Yeah, I'm getting the idea,*quot; Chris interrupted, trying not to picture Hannah with another man. He exhaled sharply for a second.
*quot;What?*quot;
*quot;Nothing.*quot; He lied.
*quot;What is it, Chris?*quot;
*quot;It's just, well from the sound of things he, uhh, didn't exactly last all that long last time.*quot;
*quot;You were listening??*quot; She feigned offence and shock.
Chris immediately turned bright red.
*quot;And anyway, he was just... he hadn't had sex in a while. It'll be different this time.*quot;
At that moment, the doorbell rang, and Hannah got up to welcome in her guest.
They sat down next to each other, exchanging pleasantries before watching the movie. Within a few minutes, Hannah was kissing him softly.
*quot;You know, I thought it'd be just us two,*quot; Dave whispered into her lips.
She ignored him, and continued to kiss him, her hand making its way to his growing bulge.
In an awkward attempt to avert his gaze, Chris checked his watch: about six minutes past nine.
Hannah pushed Dave back onto the sofa and mounted him, one leg over each side. *quot;Woah, are we really gonna do this here? What about your roommate?*quot;
*quot;He's okay with it. Aren't you Chris?*quot; she asked, now looking directly at her startled roommate. Chris simply nodded, watching intently as she pulled her shirt over her head in one swift motion, releasing her bra-clad tits. Saddling Dave, she sat up and unclasped her bra, throwing it to one side, as both men stared at her full breasts.
As Dave took out his erect penis, and took a condom from his wallet, applying the rubber while Hannah quickly removed the rest of her clothes. Chris watched, half in awe, half jealousy, as his roommate impaled herself on the man's cock, arching her back and staring back at her roommate with a cheeky smile.
*quot;This is really weird,*quot; Dave began.
*quot;Don't look at him, look at me,*quot; she demanded, taking one of his hands and placing it firmly on the breast furthest from Chris's view. She started riding him, slowly at first, gyrating her hips enthusiastically while staring back at Dave, with occasional glances at her still-startled roommate.
With his eyes glued to the scene before him, Chris tried to commit Hannah's body to memory, from the way the muscles of her arched back contracted and relaxed, as she lifted and dropped her voluptuous ass; to the way she raised her eyebrows slightly when she looked at him, brushing her luxurious blue hair over to one side; to the way her erect nipples stood proudly on her magnificent mounds, now being massaged by her lover.
She now humped him harder, a metronome of thrusts up and down on his cock as she continued to maintain eye contact with Chris. She began to moan, quietly at first, as Dave filled her up with his stiff rod. A few moments later, Chris saw Dave's body seize up, before clearly erupting into Hannah's pussy. An air of silence filled the room, as Dave quietly caught his breath. It was broken when Hannah sighed deeply and said, *quot;Really, Dave, already?*quot; She picked herself up off of him and, still naked, she left the room to go to her bedroom, stopping only to put up a do not disturb sign before she slammed the door behind her.
Chris looked at his watch: about eight minutes past.
*quot;Hey dude. Should I go talk to her?*quot; Dave asked, ashamedly.
Chris simply shrugged as he watched the near stranger put his now-flaccid cock back in his jeans. Dave considered his situation for a few moments, before leaving the apartment.
Hannah didn't emerge from her room, so Chris finished the movie, washed the dishes and went to bed, the image of Hannah's beautiful body burnt into the back of his retinas. He sat in bed, staring at the ceiling. 'Why would she do that in front of me? Was she toying with me? Maybe she does want me after all. Yes. That makes perfect sense. Holy shit. Hannah is into me. This is brilliant! Okay, err, tomorrow morning I'll talk to her about it. Now, I just need to sleep.'
Hannah, just five feet away from him, lay face up on her bed, impatiently waiting for Chris to show up at her door, with some fantastical romantic gesture. 'I'm being ridiculous,' she told herself. 'I mean what was I thinking? He must've felt so awkward.' She reached for her vibrator; she desperately needed satisfaction after having gone over a week without an orgasm. She brought the toy to her pussy and-- the fucking battery died!
Hannah almost snapped. The sexual frustration bubbling beneath her skin erupted and without another thought, she stormed out of her bedroom and into Chris's. This was going to happen tonight. She didn't care about the consequences. She didn't even consider how he would react. She just did it. She needed this.
Chris's bedroom was filled with light, as the door swung open. As his eyes adjusted, he saw a silhouette at the door, now walking towards him without a word. He instinctively covered up his cock--having been masturbating to the image of Hannah earlier that night.
*quot;Hannah. What are you doing?*quot;
She placed a finger on his lips and mounted him, angling his cock for him and-- without hesitation--dropped herself onto him.
Hannah came.
A flurry of emotions flooded her brain, as she was filled up with what had to be the biggest cock she had ever had inside of her. A week of pent-up sexual frustration was released in a moment, as she slumped onto him, cumming on his cock.
*quot;Jesus Christ, Hannah--*quot;
She once again cut him off, this time by placing a hand over his mouth; she wasn't done yet. She began to gyrate her hips like she did with Dave; however, this time, she did so without restraint. With no regard for appearances, she fucked him hard and fast with an almost primal energy.
Chris could do nothing but lie back, and let the goddess ride him. He could have watched her shaved pussy, as it repeatedly engulfed every inch of his rock-hard shaft. He could have eyed her perfectly shaped tits, as they bounced up and down above him. Instead, he locked his eyes with hers. He looked into the windows to her soul, and saw her need for him, as she saw his need for her. She rode him like an animal, as he took in the perfection of her face, perfect eyes, perfect nose, perfect mouth. Every single piece of her was divine in its beauty, her blue hair dealing over him, as she leant forward to kiss him.
With a passion, neither has ever felt before; they kissed hard, as she continued to gyrate her hips on him, her tits pressing softly against his pecs, the warmth of their skin providing an indescribable sense of safety and togetherness. His hands massaged her body, sliding down her arched back to reach her voluptuous ass.