*Click*

The sound of the door shutting closed makes you jump a little as you let out a breath. The indecision of what to do had gotten your heart racing and, now that you have made your choice, it starts to calm down... only to ramp back up again as you realize the door closed BEHIND you and you are standing INSIDE the room where your roommate is giving a loud, sloppy blowjob!

Victor smirks, almost as if he expected this, before looking back down at Parisa intensifies her oral **** on his cock. He groans loudly in approval, making you look down in embarrassment, but that only means you get a closer look at Parisa and notice, given the way her skirt has started to ride up, said skirt is the only piece of clothing she actually has on!

What you can see of her ass looks nice. Shapely and full, but not being so big it got ridiculous. Those cheeks were probably soft and warm and you quickly **** yourself to look up again to cut off those inappropriate thoughts. Parisa's arms have dropped to her sides at some point, surrendering complete control to her lover, who is more than happy to take it.

Victor pumps his hips all the harder, Parsa's gargling moans growing louder and somehow more pleased sounding despite the fact that you are uncertain how she is able to breath around the obstruction. At the same time, Victor is muttering something too softly for you to hear over the wet sounds coming from Parisa. As he does so, a strange energy fills the air around you, making your spine tingle as much as the sight of the face fucking before you is making other parts of you tingle. You start feeling a little dizzy, your body growing hotter the longer this goes on, and you really should look away or leave but you just can not bring yourself to do it.

He grits his teeth as his chanting grows louder, which would still make it hard to understand the words even without the hot haze that is rapidly clouding your mind. Victor is clearly close to his release, but is struggling to hold on and is also clearly disinclined to pace himself.

You lick your suddenly dry lips and jolt slightly as you feel a wave of sensation emanating from your womanhood... caused by the fingers of your own right hand that has wandered down of its own volition to reach under your skirt and start rubbing at your now quite wet pussy through your panties.

Victor's chanting reaches a climax, one final word that becomes an overpowering roar that causes you to drop to your knees with a whimpering squeak. His body reaches its climax as well and he hilts his cock down Parisa's gullet, coating her throat and stomach with his load. Parisa can only spasm and shake in response and it is to such a degree you have to believe that, somehow, she is having an orgasm just from swallowing a man's seed.

Once he has finished, and Parisa has loudly gulped down the last of his spunk, Victor finally extracts himself from the busty brunette's mouth. His cock is heavily coated with her spit, thick strands still connecting them together as she gasps for air and only breaking when she sticks her tongue out to show him that she has accepted every last drop of his essence.

He strokes her hair with a gentle fondness that is very at odds with the savage dominance he was displaying only moments ago. "Good girl," he stage whispers, so you can hear it as well, "Very good girl. You must be tired after all that. Have a little rest and we'll continue in a bit."

Parisa wordlessly nods, and she does look rather... dazed. She somehow has not noticed you yet even as she stands up, staggers over to her bed, and flops down on it face first, not even bothering to crawl under to covers (and giving you another view of her incredible ass as her skirt hikes up) before she is fast asleep.

Victor nods in satisfaction before turning back to you, making no effort to cover himself and giving you your first real unobstructed view of it. It is currently in its refractory period, but it still dangles low enough while soft that you can easily imagine it must be quite a monster at full mast. "Sorry about that," he says in an almost casual tone of voice, "I know you're new to the world of magic users, so I'll let you know you did nothing wrong. So long as you don't barge into the act itself uninvited, or try to make the situation awkward some other way, we tend not to mind someone else being around while we're pleasuring each other."

You hear the words, and they do register, but you find yourself unable to stop staring at his dick which, considering your angry interaction earlier in the day, HAS to count as making the situation awkward, right? Especially since you are still on your knees and your traitorous fingertips continue to stroke over the cotton covering your womanhood!

Victor tilts his head to the side and squints, as if only now really noticing what you are doing. He steps closer to you, bringing that dangling dick closer to your face, making you gulp in response before he places his thumb on your chin and his forefinger beneath it so he can tilt your head upwards to look him in the eye. The two of you stare at each other in silence for several seconds, your heavy panting the only sound in the room until his eyebrows raise and he says, "My goodness. I had heard absurd scores lead to absurd susceptibility but this is ridiculous even by those standards. You have not even-- no, I should say no more. This need not concern you and, unlike Parisa, you have not yet consented and... are USUALLY not my type anyway."

Despite what he says, his manhood is starting to grow stiff again, pointing towards you seemingly in response to your submissive position and you can see an odd glint in his eye. He lets go of your chin and takes a step back, falling silent as he continues to observe your actions. Your head is starting to clear a little as the shock, hormones, and whatever energy was in the air fades ever so slightly. You can think a bit but it is still a jumble. You should stand up, excuse yourself, and run away to somewhere, anywhere else. This is all so sudden and strange and wrong and yet... you once more find yourself unable to stop staring at that amazing dick that is now fully hard in front of you. Maybe even BECAUSE of you.

What would it feel like to have it in YOUR mouth, down YOUR throat? How good would you feel to hear him moaning in approval for YOU as he did for Parisa? What would it taste like to swallow his load? What if you wanted him to use it... to plant his seed... elsewhere?

A feeling of shame hits you at those questions. This is your roommate's boyfriend! And she is sleeping RIGHT THERE! How could you even THINK of doing anything like that to her?! Those have to be your real, honest, innocent feelings... right?

Yet... somewhere deep inside, a darker emotion whispers to you. An impatient lust that is immensely hungry for experience, ANY experience, and recognizes the one before you now. Maybe you were caught in the crossfire of something else, but what if it only brought wants and emotions already there to the surface? Something that might find it thrilling to offer yourself to someone else's lover, to someone who's bullying mentality annoyed you greatly and yet demonstrated a confident strength that was just as greatly easy to submit to.

You take a few more seconds to catch your breath, finally forcing your fingers from your crotch to rest both hands on your thighs over your skirt. You finally find enough strength to cut through the haze, take control of the opposing voices in your head, and finally **** them out through your mouth, even though your voice is still low and weak.