Sam makes dinner while you hump your pillow in secret

It’s been a couple of minutes since Sam has laid out the rules of the dorm, but already you can feel yourself begging to grab your one eyed snake and make it cry. The unique combination of the silken pillow's texture and the sheer amount of naked women on your mind right now has you itching to touch yourself.

Each thrust of your cock against the silken pillow sheets sends electricity through your body. What was at first a subconscious motion is now a deliberate motion to inch yourself closer to orgasm.

You move your gaze over to the kitchenette, where you see Sam’s back faced towards you, partially hidden by the end of the wall dividing the rooms. By the sizzling and boiling sounds you hear, it’s safe to say she is making something for dinner, the perfect time for you to get your rocks off.

You sit on legs and knees with your raging cock underneath the silky smooth pillow. Part of you wants to just reach down and quickly jerk off, but the fear of Sam catching you mid-stroke looms in the back of your mind. So, the only safe way to do it is to hump your pillow. Memories of when you used to do this back in high school flood your mind and make you cringe, but you have really no other choice except not to masturbate, which in your situation is no longer on the table.

You grab both sides of the pillow and begin fucking it, each thrust going deep under the pillow. The friction against the smooth bed sheets and the silken pillow feels heavenly against your now fully erect and begging cock. Pre-cum drools out of your tip and onto the bed beneath you. Normally you’d find this disgusting, but you’re too horny to worry about cleanliness.

Your thrusts get more intense and rapid as you feel yourself getting closer to release. Images and thoughts of Taylor’s naked body as you had sex with her flood your mind, and strangely you feel like you’re fucking her again at this very moment.

“Ahhh… Shit! Fuck….” You groan, head tilted back and hand on your bare hips as you raw dog your pillow at this point. You take the pillow and wrap it around your cock like a hot dog bun, encapsulating your pre-cum covered cock in the silky smooth pillow case. You hate how **** you are to cum, resorting to humping, and now having sex with your pillow, but you can’t argue how absolutely amazing it is to your sensitive cock.

You amp up the speed of your thrusts, enough so that now the bed you sit on is creaking underneath you. Fear of getting caught is now absent from your mind, as the one thing you need right now is to cum, and virtually nothing is going to stop you as you go past your peak.

A wave of hard hitting pleasure hits you! You lean your head far back as you but your lip and stare straight up at the ceiling. You struggle to hold in loud groans of bliss, but somehow you manage. The feeling of hot, gooey semen shooting out of your dick never gets old, and each shot feels just as good as the last.

You tilt your head back forward as you continue to cum in the pillow case, but in your state of absolute euphoria, you notice Sam! And she’s walking towards you!

“SHITSHITSHITFUCKFUCKFUCK!” Your mind goes into overdrive, overwhelmed by the pleasure and fear battling for which gets to keep control of your body.

Thankfully for you, fear takes over just long enough for you to recover yourself in a way that doesn’t look like you’re giving backshots to a pillow. But unfortunately, you are still very much cumming your brains out.

The feeling of pleasure throughout your entire body is suppressed as you try and act natural. You hold your breath and curl your toes as you ride the final stretch of your orgasm. You desperately want to enjoy your orgasm to the fullest, but with Sam now watching you with a plate in her hands, all you can do is blush and wear a shaky smile on your face.

“Here’s your food,” Sam says as she carelessly places the hot plate in front of you. Even while trying to ignore your pleasure, all you can feel and think about is the hot cum shooting up against the silken pillow as your cock and entire nervous system explodes like firework.

“Mmm~ T-Thanks…” You try and blurt out. Sam looks at you with a puzzled expression, but thinks nothing of your strange behavior and walks back into the kitchenette.

After she leaves your sight, you finally get to appreciate the final wave of pleasure as your hot cum finishes shooting out of your dick. You breathe a sigh of relief as you wipe away sweat from your brow. You have no clue how you even got away with that.

But with your relief comes almost instant regret. You feel disgusted as you are **** to sit with cum around your cock with a pillow that is almost certainly covered in your baby batter. Post-Nut Clarity hits you hard as you feel shivers of regret and disgust throughout your body.

“God, am I really this much of a pervert? Why did I think this was a good idea?” You think to yourself. But now you can’t really do anything about it with the threat of Sam seeing the evidence of your 'crime of passion'.

Disgusted and a bit peckish, you look down at the food that Sam made you. It’s a plate of chicken and rice with broccoli on the side. The chicken looks well cooked and seasoned all around, and there is no sight of bones anywhere. The rice is yellow rice that you’d see your mother making for you back when you still lived with her. And the broccoli looks like a vibrant shade of green, with a bit of grill marks on the sides.

However, look means nothing if it tastes bad, so you grab the plate and dig in. You take a dramatic pause and quickly resume eating as your mind is blown by how good each bite of food is! The chicken is juicy and oozing with flavors from the seasoning, the rice has a perfect blend of spices that make it not too spicy, but spicy enough to add some good flavor and the broccoli tastes better than any vegetable you’ve tasted in your life! Each bite has your mouth watering for the next! You quickly scarf down half the meal, but part of that is probably due to how little you have eaten today.

“Sam! This food tastes amazing!” You exclaim out loud.

“Reall— _erm _Complementing my cooking won’t make me want to have sex with you, you know that?” Sam says, which catches you off guard.

“No! It’s really fucking good, thanks!” You reply back in full earnest as you finish your last bite.

While the rules of the dorm are a bit ridicules, you at least know that there is one silver lining when it comes to living with Sam.