He wants a picture of his own

Carrie had looked pretty pleased with herself after sending David every dirty picture and video she owned. That lasted until her phone started buzzing again and wouldn't stop.

"Your roommate is such a piece of work," she said. "He wants pictures without your dick in them."

She set the phone on the bed and looked at you.

"Do the thing," you said.

"Which thing."

"The one where you seal your lips right under my head and just use your tongue. Lick around the tip, flick against my piss slit."

"Are you serious? I've done that like three times. For YOU."

"It's kind of a special occasion for Dave too."

She stared at you. She knew it was bullshit. Her eyes rolled so hard her entire head moved with them.

"This is it though, right? This one thing and he's done."

"Thought you were David's girl."

"Oh my god." But she didn't say no.

"Tell him he can take a picture. Make sure he knows this is it."

"Fine."

She reached behind her head and gathered her hair into a tight ponytail. Carrie walked to the door, stopped, and looked back without a word. Then she was through the door and it clicked shut behind her.

Your cock ached. You leaned back on the bed, wrapped your hand around your cock, and listened. She went down the hallway and into David's room without knocking. David's voice came through the wall, cocky as always. Carrie said something back, quieter, and then nothing.

You stroked slow. Bedsprings shifted. Something thumped. Then it went quiet. Carrie between David's thighs, lips sealed around his cock, her tongue on his piss slit. A groan punched through the wall. Your hand froze mid-stroke. Your cock throbbed hard enough that you almost jizzed across your own stomach. You gripped the base and held your breath until it passed.

Silence crawled back, then footsteps, then your bedroom door opened. Carrie stood in the doorway, robe re-tied loosely, ponytail still holding. Her eyes went to your cock first, then your face, and she grinned with a mouth that had been slobbering on another man's cock.

"Getting off thinking about your roommate's girlfriend?"

"...yeah." You shifted on the bed. "How was his cock?"

You leaned toward her and her finger met your chest.

"Nuh-uh." She bit her lower lip. "David's girl, remember?"

She held the look, then turned and started pacing.

"Okay, so— I walk in and his clothes are everywhere, and he's on the edge of his bed with just a shirt on, nothing else. Gripping his cock in one hand, phone in the other. Looked at me like 'I knew you'd come crawling back.'"

"What'd you do?"

"Squatted between his legs. Told him this is all he gets. He laughed." She waved it off. "I said take your picture, and I sealed my lips around his cock head."

"And?"

"Babe, the SMELL." She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Sour. Unwashed. And under the foreskin there was gunk in the folds. Sweat and pre-cum and whatever else, all one taste. Way more sour than you. And the skin keeps sliding against my tongue every time I move and my mouth had to stretch wider because his head is—" She picked at the cuff of her robe. "He's bigger than you."

"I mean— you're still the best, he's just... longer or something. Different."

She'd told you once that you were the biggest she'd ever had. Guess that wasn't true anymore.

"He's half-soft when I take him in and I feel him getting hard against my tongue and he just — 'holy shit, you're actually—'" She snapped her fingers. "Can't even finish. He's snapping photos the whole time. And he looks down at me and goes 'your boyfriend has no idea.'"

Your cock twitched.

"He tried to grab my head and I slapped his hand off. He lasted maybe a minute and a half— I felt his balls tighten, but babe, the AMOUNT. Hit the back of my throat and I gagged. Swallowed though."

"What did his cum taste like?"

"Bitter. Way worse than yours."

Quiet for a second.

"And then nothing. He just looks at me and goes 'see you next time, babe.' I stood up and my robe was wide open. He shoved his phone in my face — 'look how hot you look.'"

"Were you turned on?"

Fingers on the robe's edge.

"I don't know. I was wet when I stood up."

She reached for the water glass on the nightstand, drank, and grimaced. Whatever was still coating her tongue mixed with the water and came back worse. Twenty minutes later Carrie was out cold next to you, robe still tied shut. David saw her naked tonight and you got terry cloth. She was curled on her side, breathing slow, two inches from your arm.

The room was dark. Your phone glowed on the nightstand with some notification you didn't check. You lay there replaying the foreskin, the taste, the ninety seconds, his cum down her throat, see you next time babe.