Arts & Crafts

It's only a small walk back to your place, and the excitement of your plan coming together is putting a little extra spring in your step, too. The box you're still carrying draws some looks outside, but your neighbors have seen weirder things and aren't too bothered.

You open the door to your room and are greeted with the sight of your topless roommate Diana. She gasps as you open the door, then yells angrily when Sam peeks around the corner. "What the hell, Cindy?" "Sorry, sorry. I should have knocked. I got a little over-excited, I guess." Diana eyes the box you're carrying skeptically while she pulls on a shirt. "Yeah, I wonder what about... I guess you'll be wanting some privacy, then?" "I would, yes, sorry... I mean, we could probably head over to Sam's instead..." She grabs her purse and heads for the door. "No, don't worry. I was heading out anyway. Have fun, I guess."

You try to thank her, but she doesn't waste a second in getting out of there. Huh. Sam walks in right after Diana leaves. "Damn. I might have been going after the wrong roommate..." You punch him in the shoulder. "You lay a finger on her, I break it. Same goes for any other extremities." "Ok, ok. Protective, much?" You just shrug. "Shut up and get naked, let's get this thing figured out..."

While Sam undresses, you open up your latest acquisition. Tossing aside the manual reveals a plastic-wrapped hunk of some sort of clay. While it seems simple enough, you decide it's probably a good idea to at least skim the instructions. Get clay wet, get dick hard, wrap clay around dick, squeeze tightly, wait 20 minutes, done.

Sam sits down on your bed, naked, and watches with a hint of trepidation. You're about to remove the plastic wrap, but then you figure it's probably best to get him hard, first. "Soooo... Ever had any modelling gigs before?" "I have, actually. For a local sportswear joint back home. Of course, I was wearing clothes that time. At first." You raise an eyebrow as you push him flat on his back. "At first?" "The photographer was pretty cute..." You gently grab his balls, without squeezing. "Was she as cute as I am?" "Nope. No, definitely not. Not by a long shot." Satisfied, you release him and pat him on the thigh. "Good boy. Now just relax."

He does so, and you get to work. Getting a dick hard has never been particularly challenging for you, and this time is no exception. You fondle him with just your hands at first, but as soon as he begins to stiffen you take him into your mouth. In no time at all you're getting him up to a pretty respectable erection. You let him out of your mouth with a pop and continue to lazily stroke him. "You know, I've never actually used one of these kits, before. I'm pretty curious how it'll turn out."

You get up and grab the clay. After removing the wrapping and splashing some bottled water on it, you turn back to Sam. "Damn," he says, "You're looking like some sort of evil mastermind, grinning like that." "Don't be silly. I'm not evil at all!" You kneel down in front of him, give him some last few strokes, then wrap the clay around his cock. It's a bit of a process, but eventually you are satisfied that there are no gaps or seams anywhere, and that it's all packed nice and tight.

Sam looks down at the large clump of material lying across his stomach and almost reaching his midriff. "This is quite possibly the weirdest thing I've ever done. And that photographer I told you about was into some kinky shit..." You crawl up his body and kiss him on the lips. "Where are your manners, bringing up past conquests at a time like this?" "Well, I need to stay hard, right? Some happy memories don't hurt." You smile, and pull off your top. "I know something better to keep you entertained. Interested?" He nods vigorously. "Thought so."

You move your body with sinuous grace and start giving him a slow, sensual lap dance. Or at least an approximation of one, given that grinding on him isn't going to work at the moment. Over the next few minutes you slowly remove your remaining clothes, making sure to tease Sam every step of the way. He's absolutely entranced by your performance, but by the time you are naked only half the time has passed. "How are you holding up down there?" "Shit, Cindy, this is fucking ****! If I didn't have this thing on, I'd have been balls deep inside of you ages ago!" You give him another kiss. "You'll get your reward. But since you're a bit tied up at the moment, would you mind helping a girl out?"

He doesn't answer, he just pulls you forward. Pleased with his enthusiasm, you kneel over his face, and he pulls you down. Normally you might have preferred a bit of a warmup, but the ravenous intensity with which Sam starts eating you out certainly has its own appeal. It doesn't take long for you to get into it, moving your hips back and forth and playing with your breasts. Sam keeps a tight hold of your thighs at all times and is absolutely unrelenting in his ****. It was all a bit much at first, but now you are moaning in approval.

You lose track of time for a while and are getting close to an orgasm when Sam throws you off. "Hey, what the hell!" "It's time. Get this fucking thing off me!" You suppose he's suffered enough... Carefully, you grab hold of the now much harder clay and pull it up. It's slow going, but bit by bit you reveal more of Sam's equally hard cock. When the head emerges from the mold and slaps against his abs, you turn around and gently place the fruits of your labor on your desk. The moment you put it down, Sam wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back onto the bed with him.

He doesn't stand on ceremony, he just lifts up your legs and takes aim at your pussy. "Sam, the GAME!" "Yeah, yeah, I won't cum inside." Just as he begins to push in, you pull away from him. "It's not just that! We need your cum for the toy! Grab a condom, they're in the nightstand."